Chapter 230 – Sadist
Her hand still rested flat against his chest, just above the steady thrum of his heartbeat. Slow. Controlled. He wasn't the kind to give anyone the satisfaction of a racing pulse, but she could feel the subtle tension under her palm. Not fear—no, Lux wasn't afraid of her—but resistance. The kind that made her want to push harder just to see if she could make it crack.
"You know," she said lazily, "you're one of the only demons who looks good bleeding in mortal fabric. Shame about the fabric, though."
She hooked two fingers into the torn edge of his shirt and yanked again. The fabric gave easily, the rip loud in the quiet of the room. "Mmh," she murmured, letting her gaze drift over the stretch of skin she'd uncovered—marked with cuts, smudged with blood, and already starting to bruise in places. "Better."
Lux didn't flinch, didn't even look down. Just arched one brow. "You gonna buy me a new shirt, or should I invoice you?"
