“Zade,” he whispers against my lips. “That’s the only name that will ever leave your lips from now on, especially when you’re making that little pussy feel good. And when /’m making that pussy feel good, then you can call me God.” All the oxygen in my lungs evaporates. If he had given my soul back, it would be gone again. “T think Lucifer would suit you better,” I whisper, my lips sliding against him as I speak. A sinful smile flashes across his mouth, baring his straight teeth for a brief second. The one second was a stark reminder in my drunk-addled brain that I have someone very dangerous in my face right now. And I need to get him away from me. I arch further back, pulling my face away from his. “You gonna assault me again? Is it going to be you forcing your dick in my mouth this time?” I spit at him, narrowing my eyes in thin, hateful slits. “T thought about it,” he admits in a contemplative murmur. “I would love to see you swallow my cock tonight.” There’s a but, and in my drunken state, I’m almost offended. I quirk a brow, but even I know it doesn’t have the same effect as him doing it. “But you’re still inebriated. And you’d vomit all over my cock the second it touched the back of your throat.” Okay, now I’m really offended. My mouth pops open in shock. “I would not, you asshole!” I squirm away from him, but he reinforces his hold in my hair and keeps me still. Always fucking forcing me. Who could love this man? He laughs—a dark, cruel laugh. But it also transforms his face right into the devil’s. Handsome and ruthless. “Are you saying you want to try?” he taunts, his eyes glittering in the moonlight. I scowl at him. “Never. You know what, you’re right. I would vomit, but not because I can’t handle your puny dick. But because I would be so disgusted by it.” The venomous words spew from my mouth without preservation. My fear is muted so my mouth is uncensored. He arches a brow, and my mouth dries. Fuck. Why does it look so scary when he does that? He stares at me, and I hold my breath, waiting for him to snap. To murder me. Hurt me. Do something. When his free hand reaches to his zipper and slowly pulls it down, I know I fucked up. You just couldn t keep your mouth shut, could you, Addie?