Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

that’s the problem. It should’ve been that simple. I don’t know why it wasn’t. All I do know is you’re
all I could think about long after you left last night, and I wanted to see you again.”
I don’t know how to respond to that. If he were anyone else, I would do the polite thing and say
thank you. It sounds enough like a compliment, if a truly twisted one.
After I violated you last night, I really wanted to do it again, so here I am.
What a prince.
I try to swallow past a lump in my throat, but my mouth is too dry. I nearly reach for the drink,
but then I remember it was hand-delivered by Satan himself and stop short. “Should I be flattered?” I
mutter, giving up on eating and crossing my arms instead.
Calvin leans forward, grabs my glass, and takes a drink to show me he didn’t tamper with it.
“Feel however you want to feel,” he says, so close I can feel his breath on my bare shoulder blade.
“You’re entitled to that.”
“I’m still not going to drink it,” I tell him.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t trust you,” I state.
He shakes his head, but doesn’t look too put out. “You’ve got it all wrong, sweetheart. It’s the
slimy men who pretend to be nice guys you have to worry about slipping something in your drink. I’m
not a nice guy, but I’ve been honest with you right from the start. I also have considerably more
resources than a fucking frat boy. If I wanted you passed out in my bed, I’d hire men to stick you with
a syringe and carefully transport you there while you were knocked out. I’d have a nice bath drawn
for you when you wake up, a short, sexy little scrap of fabric to cover that beautiful body in, and once
you were fully awake and able to participate, that’s when I would fuck you.”
I don’t know how he can say such psychotic things so comfortably. Heat creeps up my neck and I
look around, still self-conscious about anyone overhearing. He’s the one who should be ashamed, but
if anyone heard what he just said, I would be horrified.
Luckily, we’re far enough away that no one can hear us. With the rest of the bridal party out on
the dance floor, we have a lot of privacy up here.
Well, I guess that isn’t really lucky, but depraved as he may be, it’s not like he’ll maul me with
an audience.
I don’t think.
Looking directly at him feels too daunting, but I glance at him out of the corner of my eye. “Do
you know men you could hire to syringe me and transport me to your home?”
“I do. And I have a flair for the dramatic, so I assure you if that’s what I wanted, I would do it
that way, not by quietly dropping something in your drink at a wedding. Not my style.”