“Can you at least point me in the right direction?” I sighed, feeling like I was talking to the decapitated head all over again. If Belial wasn’t going to budge on helping me, this conversation was pointless. I was wasting precious time. “What if I fall in quicksand again? Or get eaten by a bush?”
“I guess you should pay more attention then,” he mused, once again examining the glittering rings on his fingers.
It annoyed me that he seemed to be more interested in his jewelry than my body, which was pretty much on full display.
It was almost like he could read my mind, because his gaze jerked up to land on my breasts, his lips bowing with a smirk. “Besides, the bushes wouldn’t eat you. The trees would. And what a meal they’d make out of you. It’s been some time since they’ve feasted on a beautiful woman.”
This man was absolutely infuriating.And annoyingly sexy.My brain and libido were at war, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to suck his cock or punch him in it.
“I will do whatever you want if you help me,” I say, glaring at him. “I need help if I’m going to make it out of here. Please.”
Belial chuckled. “Whatever I want, huh?”
The bastard didn’t deserve whatever he wanted, but at the moment he was my only solid hope of escape. And I couldn’t lie, after last night in his bed, my pussy was already dripping for him.
“Maybe. It depends on what you want. We can um, do the wine bottle thing again?” I tried to keep the excitement out of my voice, without much success.
“That was fun,” he mused on a wicked laugh. “But we already did that.”
He considered me for a moment, tapping his fingers on his chin in the most condescending way possible. My mind careened out of control at the silence, the whispers of the souls around us making my skin crawl again, waiting for his response.
Needless to say, it wasn’t what I expected. “I want certain parts of your body.”
“Excuse me?” My brows shot up toward my hairline. “Can I at least keep them attached?”
Belial sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. “You’re no fun. Yes, you can keep them attached. I’ll give you a way to summon me-–only when you need me—but I have a condition.” His eyes darkened as he took a step toward me.
My breath caught in my chest. “What kind of condition?”
“I’m going to use you however I want, so long as I keep you in one piece.”
I swallowed hard, thoughts of the night we spent together in his bedroom filling my mind. I felt a little like an ant under a magnifying glass with this guy. He was a mischievous demon, and I was the helpless little creature he could amuse himself with.
He should have terrified me.
But the only thing that scared me was the fact that he didn’t.
I wanted to feel his hands, his tongue, his cock… And if giving myself to him got me through this forsaken maze quicker, and kept me alive, I’d accept his help.
I probably should have hesitated more, taken time to truly consider his offer. I didn’t trust this guy as far as I could throw him.
There was something off about him. Whatever that quality was, it was the same thing drawing me closer. Besides, making a deal with a demon wasn’t so bad when it was all to escape the devil himself, right?
“Deal.”
His gray eyes flashed, and through the slit in his mask I caught him licking his lips.
Yes. I had him, hook, line, and sinker.
He reached for his ear and took out his dagger earring, dangling it in front of me by the hook.
“Your blood on this blade will summon me to your side,” he explained, dropping the tiny dagger into the palm of my hand and curling my fingers over it. “When you call me, I will come to you.”
My heart fluttered at the idea of him running to my aid, imagining the next time I saw him and all the things he planned to do to me.
Without another word, he turned to walk away, back toward the way we came, leaving me in the middle of the path.
“Wait!” The word flew out of my mouth before I could stop it. “Can’t you at least point me in the right direction since you’re here? Please.”
