Claimed by the Devils

Chapter 32

She was so f*****g loud. I felt my ears ringing from the noise.

The moment she stopped, she released a chuckle and turned to me.

“You know, I read once that screaming can be some kind of anger therapy, and they were right. I feel great.”

“And I’ve got the start of a headache. Great. Let’s go.”

She wouldn’t budge as I tried to get her back into the car.

“No.”

“Aria, it’s late.”

“So. Scream.”

“I’m not going to do this.”

“Why?”

“I don’t need to.”

She dug her heels in like a child.

“You’re what, too good to scream?”

“I’ve got nothing to scream about.”

“No? You could have fooled me. You’re your father’s little protégé. You don’t know what you want to be because you’ve spent so much time doing as you’re told. Do you even know how to think for yourself?”

“Don’t push it.”

“Or what? You’re going to call your dad and ask him how to handle it?”

Her words jarred me. They were cruel as I imagined they were meant to but they also pissed me off in ways I didn’t think was possible. I glared at her.

“Scream, Lucian. Let it all out.”

The temptation was there. I felt it vibrate in my chest, wanting to come out, to explode. To fill that void.

“If you won’t. I’ll do it for both of us.”

She tugged out of my hold, tilted her head back, breathed deep, and the moment she started screaming, I didn’t know what came over me, but it was like I had a need to prove that I could do it. Either that, or to show her it didn’t matter. How nothing mattered other than getting the job done. Screaming wouldn’t change the outcome.

Nothing would.

My mouth filled that void. The anger spilling into screams of rage. I channeled all the hatred I’d kept bottled inside.

It kept on going. Even after I ran out of breath, I took another, and let it all out. I had no choice.

The moment I was unleashed, there was no taming it. This was why I avoided feeling anything. The anger kept me strong. It kept me going.

Minutes passed. I wasn’t sure how long, but when I turned to Aria, I saw tears spilling down her face.

“Feel better?”

“Much.”

My voice was hoarse from all the screaming.

Aria took a step toward me and placed a hand on my cheek.

“And that is only the beginning.”

“I can’t do this all the time.”

“Then don’t, but if you ever need to unload like this, tell me. We’ll drive together and we’ll find a release for all your tensions.”

She let go of my face and the moment she did, I missed her touch.

As she climbed back into the car, I rounded the vehicle to my side, pressing my fingers to my face where she’d touched.

Aria had willingly touched me. It was the best feeling in the f*****g world.

Dates had ended in the past with getting my d**k sucked or ridden. This was by far the best experience of them all.