The flash of guilt flickers across her eyes. I wonder if Gabriel noticed how ruthless she was deep down inside. Probably not, but to be fair he wasn't really Gabriel. He was a hollowed out shell waiting for me to come home.

I hiss when she bites my chin, and it makes me rock hard. God I love pain, giving or receiving it. I don't care which, not when I'm with her. I don't love her. I'm not an idiot. I'm not capable of it, and all love's ever gotten me was bent over and fucked in the ass without dinner or lube.

"I will dance with you in his blood, Lydia." I'm growling into her mouth as we kiss. Fingers twining into her long hair, pulling until I hear her gasp, while my other hand slips between her fevered skin and her panties. Her wetness doesn't surprise me. Lydia likes power, and I'm offering it to her. "I will set you free."