"I doubt there's anyone worse than the Demon Overlord himself."
“Maybe there aren’t. I am not a good person; I am the villain of the story, and yet… I would kill for you. Strange that all it takes is one woman to knock me off course, history repeating itself.”
I didn’t know what exactly he meant by that, and I didn’t really care.
“You had no right to drug me.”
“You are right, I didn’t, nor did I have any right to tie you up, but it had to be done.”
For a moment I could close my eyes and pretend that he was still Trian Valtor, the man I fell in love with, but he wasn’t.
“I want to be alone.”
“You don’t want that.”
“So you’ll tell me what I want now?”
“I’m trying to keep you safe, but you aren’t making things easy for me, Aliya.”
“That’s the plan; I don’t intend to make things easy for you. I hate you, Daemon. I hate you for deceiving me, and I wish you died.”
A dark look crossed his eyes. “I am still the same man you fell for.”
“No, you’re not.”
“You say that, yet I can see the relief in your eyes. I don’t think you really wanted me dead.”
“I stabbed you in the heart.”
“With this.” He said, twirling the dagger in his hands. “This can’t kill me.”
“How did it feel?” I asked.
“What?”
He held me against him, giving me no chance to escape; he kissed my lips, his hands trailing up my thighs.
“You won’t force me.” I said.
“Yet you want me to. Perhaps if this could be written off as rape, you wouldn’t have to worry about how guilty you’d feel, fucking the same man who’d murdered innocent people."
"I lifted my hand to slap him, but he caught it in midair, already anticipating my move.
“You are wrong.” I argued.
He wasn’t. I wanted this; I wanted the villain to make love to me, and I wouldn’t have to feel guilty about it. Maybe he wasn’t the only crazy person in the room. He placed another kiss on my forehead, and I realized it was over; he wouldn’t make any more advances towards me. I should be relieved, right?
Yet strangely, I wasn’t.
“Come downstairs, your food is getting cold.”
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