Chapter 82. Fathers Help

Damien’s POV

It’s a fucking good thing I don’t need sleep to function because there was no way I would be settling tonight after watching the fateful events of the night unfold, still unable to get the images of my girl impaled on demonic cock, a demon cock that was not mine.

Stalking back and forth, my eyes constantly assessing for invisible threats lurking in the darkness. This English ponce’s immense power had me restless and agitated, never knowing when the next hit would come or what the fuck it could be.

Finally, sitting down on the edge of the bed, hoping the dip of the mattress under my weight wouldn’t wake my sleeping beauty. Tenderly I pulled the sheets over Red’s bare shoulders, seeing her shiver. Her body instinctively leaned into my touch, had me grinning like a love-sick kid; tucking a stray wild hair behind her ear, I felt nauseated seeing something as pure as Red treated the way she had been tonight!

“How adorable.” Closing my eyes mome