But I know he wants my appearance to be accepted more than he cares about if I have feelings for the demon who loves me. It just comes down to who has the better poker face.
“Fine,” he booms. “Take the demon. Hide the horns. And meet me downstairs for lunch in thirty minutes.”
A wide smile beams across my face.
And for once, it’s genuine.
3
Rules and Erections
Krave
Ithink—I think my heart just stopped.
“You’remy handler?” I ask her again for the third time.
Perhaps I had a demonic stroke, and all of this is just a sinful dream meant to put me out of my misery.
That’s not true. My sinful dreams are much,muchbetter than this.
Ari still has her clothes on, for one.
Her confidence is like steel. Her spine is impossibly straight, and she lifts that delicate chin of hers even higher, as if that’s some form of dominance.
It’s not. But it’s cute.
She pulls the silver pin from our palms, stinging my flesh with the pain of the bonding magic instilled in that little needle-like weapon. I remember how much it hurt when her father did it to me. But right now, I’m beyond happy.
The happiest I’ve been in a long, long time.
“Yes. And as your handler, things are going to be a little different between you and me.” She tilts her head at me, her arms folding hard against her smooth ivory dress.
Too many delicious thoughts spin through my mind, and before I can stop it, glittering smoke wafts from my fingertips. Images drawl themselves from my palms, relaying my thoughts in dark inky lines of swirling smoke. In my drawings, her mouth opens. Her eyes clench closed. No sound comes from the little erotic artwork, but we both know when the orgasm shakes through the smoke on trembling waves of wafting magic.
I clap my hands together hard and fast to dissolve the naughty image in a puff of black glitter.
But her disappointment is clear on her pretty little face.
“What did you have in mind, love?” I ask innocently.
Her steely silver gaze is still narrowed on me as I offer her a small smile.
“What is said between us stays between us,” she commands.
I feel that binding command clamp through me like a weight written in iron and deposited in the deepest part of my soul.
Instead of the nasty feeling that normally turns my stomach when a command is given, a new feeling overtakes me:desire. It flits through my stomach with a twirl and a tingle, and I have to physically remind myself that she’s not a fan of my cock spontaneously getting hard like it is.
It’s a pity, really.
“Whatever secrets you hear around this kingdom are mine. I want to know every single detail that hits your ears. You’re mine.” A humming growl slips from my lips when she says that, but she keeps going. “You’remyasset, not his. Do you understand?”
I keep the space between us in her little bedroom, but at this point, the erection straining my jeans is pushing so hard, it’s about to burst right through like a surprise party no one wanted.
“I understand,” I say lowly and stiffly.
Reallystiffly.
