“What do you say, Rayven?”
“Go fuck yourself?” I managed through gritted teeth. “Then again, you probably do all the time. Why else would that hand besostrong?”
He smacked me again, this time so hard my hands slipped on the ledge and I had to catch myself. My skin was hot and stinging, and probably had the impression of a very large hand forming across it.
My pussy clenched at the image.
“Let’s try that again. What do you say when I make you feel pain?”
He swatted me again—another delicious blow that had my legs shaking.
“T-thank you?” I bit out, my vision blurring with hot tears.
I had every reason to hate this, but I didn’t. I was crying from sheer fucking euphoria.
“That’s right. Every time your flesh turns red and raw from my abuse, and I make you forget about all the other bad things, I want to hear those words,” he said, his hand trailing over my sensitive skin and tearing a whine from my lips. “When I protect you and save you from everything but me, you thank me.”
He straightened to his full height, the shadow of his horns falling over the statue above my head. With a kick of his boot against mine, he spread my stance wider. He rubbed my burning flesh, then his fingers trailed to my center…where he found me dripping.
The shadow of his horns dipped, telling me he was looking down at the little puddle that had formed on the stone between my legs.
“Bleeding Hells, you’re fucking perfect,” he said on a dark growl as his fingers slipped through my folds. Two fingers sunk inside me, and he spread them, forcing me to stretch around him.
I was shaking so much now, it was a miracle my legs still held me up.
“And what do you say when I make you feel pleasure? When I fill you up, and your walls clamp around me, hoping I’ll never leave? What do you say?”
“Thank you?” I groaned.
“That’s my good girl,” he purred, his fingers pushing deeper inside me. It felt so good, a swollen moan curled up from my throat and I dropped my head, losing myself to the pleasure.
It felt so good, I could cry. Iwascrying.
I wanted more of him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to never stop. The things I’d give to stay in this moment with him forever. To never have him leave me, to remain in the safe little space I felt whenever I was in his orbit.
“Don’t stop…pleasedon’t stop.”
“Hells,” he hissed. “The things I want to do to you when you beg me like that. The things I want to give you.”
While his one hand pumped into me with a pace that pushed me close to the edge in seconds, his other raked my spanked ass cheek. His claw-like nails dragged marks into my flesh, and by the warmth spilling down my thigh, I was sure he’d drawn blood.
“You’re the perfect mortal slut. So tight and wet and needy.”
His fingers inside me were heaven, and his voice was dark as hell. Just a little longer and I’d come….
He must have felt the flutter of my walls, the surge of heat deep within, because just when I was about to spill over the edge, he withdrew from me.
I whipped around, teeth bared and my cheeks hot with tears. “You can’t stop there.”
He laughed, the sound brutally sexy. “Actually, I can. You don’t get to come yet. You’re going to have to call on me again if you want that. For now, you’re still worshipingme, remember? Now get on your knees.”
“But—”
“On your knees.” He pointed at his boots. “Now.”
My fists clenched at my sides. I thought I hated him at first. But no. What I hated was how addicted I was becoming to this demon, the way he crawled under my skin and pushed all my freaking buttons.
It was a delicious kind of contempt that sat hot in the pit of my gut. Keeping me warm and chasing away the labyrinth's bitter cold.
