Daughter of Kaos (The Daughter Trilogy Book 3) (27 page)

his jaw hit the floor.

“Adisia can do much more, but I think it’s safer for you if she doesn’t demonstrate,” Devin

chuckles.

“I’m not scared,” Jake dares. “Show me.”

I had intentionally requested Jake’s memories from before the rewind not be restored. I didn’t

want him to know he had been possessed by Safina, so he has no clue at all the things I can do.

“If you say so,” and I pull Devin to a fiery kiss to bring forth the sleeping goddess within.

His hands grip my sides when he feels the desire for the passion I’m pleading for. I feel him

smirking when Jake grumbles a little.

“That’s not what I was expecting. I’ve seen that crap,” he scoffs.

“That’s just how I get it up,” I crudely tease, and I see all four of my parents shaking their heads

from the corner of my green eyes.

I turn to face him, but he can’t see the green in place of my blue. I smirk as I stare him directly in

the eyes, and he falters slightly for footing.

“Dance,” I command, and he instantly does as I say.

Everyone starts laughing, including his wife.

“Walk like an Egyptian,” I order, and his arms take their silly position while following my

command.

“Unbelievable,” Dad gasps, and then I see Persia smiling proudly.

I smirk a little and close my eyes to release Jake from his embarrassing bind, and he stammers

around like a drunken fool for a minute while trying to recompose himself.

“That’s not cool,” he growls.

“You asked,” I tease.

“Be glad it was that and not her newest power,” Kry snickers. “You’d be in far worse pain.”

I frown at his remark, suddenly realizing how dangerous it is to play with my untrained powers.

“I wouldn’t do that even if I knew how to,” I seriously interject, and Kry suddenly feels guilty for

his morbid joke.

“Sorry,” he murmurs.

“New power?” Persia chimes in curiously.

“We can discuss it later, not here,” I assert.

“So you two really do get to be married for all eternity?” Clara sighs dreamily.

“It’s our eternity,” Devin murmurs adoringly.

I turn to face him and his thumb strokes across my pulsing lips. It’s unfortunate all eyes are on us

because my passion is still lingering from the piping hot kiss.

“What are you going to do?” Mom worries.

“Eliminate the threat. Then you can return to your lives,” Devin answers very matter-of-factly.

“Define
eliminate
,” Dad says anxiously.

“I’d prefer to leave some of the specifics out,” Devin mutters, and I can see Dad shifting

uncomfortably.

“It’s a lot to digest, I know,” I utter to comfort him. “I promise I’ll call when I can, but for the

most part you don’t need to contact us unless absolutely necessary. Please take care of Nadia,” I say

gently, and the bouncing, golden-haired beauty comes bounding over to me.

I kneel to hug her gently, and she strokes my hair with her hands.

“Be careful, Angel.”

“Let them know any time you need something,” I urge, and she grins while nodding.

“We’ll take good care of her, sweetie,” Mom murmurs while hugging me.

“Thanks,” I sigh out, and I smile when Devin kneels to hug her as well.

“Take care of our girl,” Dad says to Kahl, and I smile when they shake hands.

“You did a fine job of raising her, and I can’t thank you enough for giving her the life we never

would have been able to,” Kahl says appreciatively.

“Don’t thank me, please. She’s my daughter, and I’ve loved every minute I’ve ever had with her.

She’s an incredible girl, and I’m still struggling with all this, but I’m having a harder time dealing

with the fact she’s married to be honest,” he chuckles out.

Devin smirks a little, and then he walks over to shake my dad’s hand.

“Whatever happened between you two, don’t let it happen again. You may be immortal, but I’ll

still find a way to inflict some sort of damage,” he threatens, and Devin’s eyes glaze over with guilt.

“I can’t promise what happened won’t try to happen again, but I can assure you we’ll be prepared

if it does,” Devin murmurs vaguely.

“If it had been something he could have avoided, I would have already dealt with the matter,”

Kahl interjects.

He almost did deal with the matter… several times. Persia had to keep distracting him to keep

him from showing his merciless side.

Dad’s curiosity is piqued, but I insert myself between them before Devin reveals too much.

“I’m staying with him regardless. We were meant for each other. I didn’t show you everything

because I was trying to keep it a kid-friendly sort of viewing, but there’s more to us than meets the

eye. I love you, Daddy,” I murmur encouragingly, and tears stain his eyes while his arms wrap around

me.

“We need to get going. If we stay too long we’ll attract attention,” Devin whispers softly.

“I’ll call you when I can,” I murmur again, and everyone waves as we disappear into the cars.

Chapter 11

New Life in an Old World

“We’ll meet up back at the house in a few hours,” Persia says with a wink, and I’m not sure why

she’s winking.

“Where are you guys going?” I muse.

“We have some plans to shop. We’re probably going to be in San Diego for a while this time, and

we’ll need some more variety for our wardrobe selection,” Theia murmurs with blushing cheeks.

“Okay,” I mutter. “Where did Devin go?”

“He went on to the house. He needed to sort through some things, and he had Camara do a sweep

of the house before anyone even went in.”

Sheesh
. All I did was go grab something to eat, and suddenly he’s gone. What the crap?

“Are you okay?” Persia worries.

“Just tired. It’s been a long day,” I grumble. “A lot of plane riding, strategizing, emotional roller

coasters, and heavy changes. I just need a minute to regain my bearings.”

I feel so off, and my balance has suffered severely. How long is Aphrodite going to punish me for

the four months I took off?

“We’ll see you soon,” Persia says gently, and then she kisses my forehead.

“Yeah,” I murmur softly, and then I turn the corner to head to the massive home Devin has

brought us to.

It’s not a large apartment, it’s a beast of a house, and I’m so exhausted.

My eyes widen as I step into the gallant parlor, and then I smell the velvet air full of lavender,

roses, and champagne. I smirk slightly when I see the roses I first smelled lining the room and I

giggle a little when I see a display of petals lined up to form a dove.

I flash up the winding staircase to follow the sound of sensual music playing dully in the

background.

I gush a little when I walk into the enormous room with a four post bed dressed with golden

fabric. The curtains puddle in the floor, and the windows are shut tight. I can tell the room is padded,

and a small gust of homemade wind closes the doors behind me.

Two champagne glasses sit eagerly on the silver tray in front of the bed, and a note is propped up

against them.

The house is ours for an hour or two. The teasing game has come to an end.

Seductively,

Your husband.

I giggle a little, and then I feel lips burning against the back of my neck as his hands slowly glide

down my arms to add to my building suspense. His body presses against my back momentarily before

he spins me around to meet his eyes.

“Any last words, Mrs. Cole,” he seduces.

“Take me,” I murmur breathlessly, and his lips consume mine completely as his savage hands rip

me free from my weighted clothing, leaving me in only my lacy underwear.

I feel my body sliding up the cool, satin sheets, and his teeth scrape across my stomach. His

hands cuff mine above my head, and his grip on them tightens when I squirm beneath him.

I can taste the champagne on his breath, and it’s the first time alcohol hasn’t disgusted me in

months.

“I love you, Adisia Cole,” he murmurs into my mouth.

“I love you,” I moan, and his hips press against mine while his one hand still cuffs my two.

His free hand trails up and down my body until he uses it to undo his complicated belt. The

zipper’s descent echoes in my ears and the throbbing in my lower half becomes all too powerful.

I thrust my hips up to meet his, but he bears down on them to keep them at bay.

He smirks against my neck while his lips play carelessly on my pulsating host, and then his eyes

burn into mine for seconds before his lips forcefully take mine once more.

His strength is surreal, and he continues binding my hands effortlessly with only one hand. Then

his teeth tug at my lower lip, and he finally releases his grasp on my hands.

I wrap my arms around his neck, and I feel the cold metal of his undone pants as the flopping belt

hinders my access.

I can only imagine how much this room cost to furnish, and I almost feel guilty considering my

twisted mind is picturing the destruction I wish to cause.

We can start with destroying the bed.

His eyes stare into mine
as he traces his finger up and down my arm. His small smile is so

endearing, and it’s hard to picture life without him ever again.

The bed beneath us has been thoroughly shattered, and the rest of the devastated room shivers in

terror as it prays we’re finished.

“I’m amazed by you daily, Mrs. Cole,” he smolders.

“I’m thoroughly impressed by your stamina, Mr. Cole,” I seduce, and he chuckles a little at my

crude remark. “I don’t know how I made it four months without you,” I sigh while reveling in the

afterglow of our incredible afternoon sexcursion.

“I don’t ever want to try it again,” he replies dryly, and the pain pronounces itself in his eyes.

“We won’t ever try it again,” I promise, and his lips gently close over mine.

“The others are probably here by now,” he murmurs with some reluctance against our kiss.

I huff in frustration. This is the first time we’ve had a moment alone since we got back together.

I shouldn’t have ever left him in Greece. I should have believed him. Now I feel like I’ve wasted

too much time.

I snuggle into his chest, and his arms wrap around me while his luscious lips gently play across

my forehead.

“I wish we could just stay like this forever,” I sigh.

“I know, babe. I do too. Maybe we can take a break when we find the root of the harpie and

hellhound phenomenon.”

“Don’t forget about Pyrrha.”

“I haven’t forgotten her in the least. She’s made the top of my list, and I swear she’ll pay for

what she took away,” he growls.

“She didn’t take me away, I just left for a while,” I comfort, and his hands pull me tighter to his

body.

“Promise me nothing will ever take you away from me again,” he prays.

“Nothing,” I assert, and then the door to the bedroom slowly creaks to be barely ajar.

“Is it safe to come in?” Deacon bellows through the crack.

I snicker a little, and Devin covers me better with the sheet while rolling his eyes before

answering.

“Barely,” he teases, and Deacon strolls in and plops down in a chair that has managed to remain

standing.

“Wow. You two really can fuck a room up,” he muses while staring around at the disaster zone.

Devin stifles a grin, and I cover my blushing face.

“I can buy more stuff,” Devin chuckles out. “What do you want?”

“Everyone’s back now, and your mom and Persia are asking questions about Adisia’s new power.

I thought she’d be the one who wanted to tell them, and they’re growing restless.”

“Thanks. We’ll be down in a minute,” Devin murmurs sincerely.

Deacon flashes out of the room, and I walk to the closet with the sheet wrapped around me.

Devin’s lips play across the back of my shoulders and neck while I sift through the ridiculous

selection of clothing, and I smile each time he grips me a little tighter.

“Can we make them wait?” I seduce.

He snickers lightly, and then sighs with a touch of dismay when he grabs a pair of pants from his

side.

“I wish, but I made them promise me an hour or two, and they gave us three hours. I suppose it

would be rather ungrateful of me to take more.”

“Fine,” I grumble, and I pull on a short, tight dress that hugs me perfectly before flashing to the

mirror to fly through the motions of my makeup.

“I don’t suppose I could talk you into wearing an oversized sweat suit?” he smolders.

“Not a chance. I prefer knowing I’m getting to you,” I tempt, and his eyes narrow provocatively.

“You’d be getting to me even in the sweat suit. I fear there’s no cure for the depth of my desire

for you.”

I giggle a little, and then I comb through my hair before he opens the door for me. Our fingers

intertwine as we walk through the glorious living room ornately decorated with luxuries more suited

for royalty.

Our pictures are dressing the walls, and I chuckle at the fact they’re proudly displayed beside a

Rembrandt and a Picasso. Only Devin would deem something as mundane as our wedding to be in the

same realm of class as such.

“We’re here,” Devin says to the room we haven’t walked into yet, and I get sick the moment I see