Who are you? I thought back, too lost in the pleasure of Azazel’s body to question how there was a voice in my head.

The woman chuckled and the sound echoed around my mind lie my moans did in this room. “I am Lilith. And I can give you the world if you want it.”

I gasped. Do I want the world?

“You have been hurt. Kidnapped and used for your blood and flesh by the vampires. Taken selfishly by Azazel for his own needs then manipulated into not remembering it. To thinking you wanted this. But you didn’t want this for your life, did you, Morgan?”

No, I did not. I did not ask for this. Even as I moaned at how good he felt I knew I had not asked for this. Part of me, the part buried deep down by Azazel’s magic, was furious.

I feel your anger, Morgan. I feel what Azazel has done to your mind. I can make all that go away. He won’t be able to control or manipulate you any more.

My eyes widened. Hope flared in my chest. How?

“I will give you power. Look at his children, Morgan. That power I’ve given to them I can give to you tenfold.”

What do I have to do?

She chuckled in my ear. “Just say yes and the power is all yours, no one will touch you against your will ever again.”

Azazel growled and picked up his speed. I wasn’t going to last more than a few more seconds. That pressure was building low in my stomach and burning. God, he felt so good it seemed wrong to side against him…to want revenge against him. But if I got him out of my head, if I took Lilith’s offer and accepted her gift I would have the control. If I had the control that didn’t mean I couldn’t climb myself into Azazel’s bed any time I wanted and give him a taste of his own medicine.

“Decide now, Morgan. Before he finishes or your window is closed,” Lilith purred, her voice soft yet laced with power. “Give yourself to me and I’ll give you the world. All the world who hurt you will be yours to punish. What do you say, Morgan? Are you with me?”

My vision began to tunnel. My breaths hitched. Azazel thrust into me one more time and I exploded around him. I screamed his name and held on to the table for support as he chased his. Yes. I am with you, Lilith. I am yours.

Azazel pumped once more then froze as his own pleasure rippled through our bodies.

“Good girl, Morgan. The future is yours.”

And then my vision turned red.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

FRANKIE