After our conversation in the bathtub, I knew better than to ask about it again.
My gaze caught on a white gown at the end of the bed. It was similar to the first dress I’d worn, long and flowy, but this one had billowing sleeves and ruffles around the hems.
Dainty, delicate.And fucking white.
At least he’d offered me clothes.
“Black is more my color. But I guess I shouldn’t complain. I’m lucky you’re not forcing me to walk around naked.” I said, tweaking a brow at him.
He chuckled. “Naked is certainly my preference. I just thought you might like some modesty when Holga brings dinner.”
Heat burned my cheeks and my mouth went dry, but not at the thought of being naked in front of the maid–she’d already seen everything I had to offer once. What left me speechless was the fact that he’d considered my comfort by laying the dress out in the first place.
It was… kind. Nicer than anything I’d typically expect from him, especially after getting water boarded in the tub, and the change of pace nearly gave me whiplash. With a smile, I walked to the edge of the bed and ran my fingers over the silky fabric of the dress. It was just as sheer as the last one, but maybe tonight that wasn’t such a bad thing.
“What is it with this place and white gowns?” I asked, pursing my lips. “In a place so dark, I’d expect all the clothes to be black or something.”
Belial shifted, moving to sit on the edge of the bed and considering me as my eyes bounced between him and the dress. “I like to think they reflect the only spot of light in this dark abyss.”
I froze, heart jumping into my throat as his eyes held mine, unable to move or breathe or think. Was he saying what I thought he was saying?
Of course he was. He hadn’t stuttered.
“It would look better in black.” I grabbed the dress up, dropping my towel to the floor.
“Wait,” Belial said, his velvety voice making me freeze. With a tip of his chin he gestured to the place on the floor in front of him. “Come to me first. Leave the dress.”
I shifted, tempted to argue, but I knew he’d make me pay for it. Not to mention his sweet disposition had doused some of my natural fire for the moment. I wanted to soak in every second of it before he went back to being an ass.
Silently, I obeyed, laying the dress back on the bed and making my way around the footboard. I stopped in front of him, my stomach knotting as his intense gaze settled on mine, slipping down my body before slowly working their way up again. Water dripped from my hair, trailing down my breasts, and fell to the floor.
“Turn around,” he said.
I spun on the spot to expose my ass to him. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but when his fingers hooked around my hips, dragging me backwards onto his lap, I gasped.
“You’re beautiful, Rayven,” he whispered, the warmth of his breath on my back making goosebumps race over my skin.
I hated how much I loved his compliments. His words might have made me blush, but I wanted him to keep saying them. Wanted him to praise me for being his good girl and obeying his commands. And I wanted him to punish me for rebelling, and running my bratty mouth, and stabbing him.
I wanted every sensation he cared to inflict.
I wanted him to drag me onto the bed and crush me into the mattress beneath him…
What would it feel like to have him inside me? The slide of the chain, the kiss of his piercing hitting my deepest parts. Would I even fit him? I’d seen that look in his eye when he’d managed to stuff his entire length down my throat, with the cuff around his base disappearing inside me…
“Close your eyes,” he said, his voice breathy in my ear. My pussy throbbed at his closeness, but I did as I was told, closing them tight. “If you open them, you can spend the night in the dungeon. Understand?”
I nodded with a shaky breath. I’d seen enough to know he would make good on that promise, and if there was one place in this realm I didn’t want to be, it was in the dungeons with the hundreds of unworthy souls the Lord of Bones had killed. I’d rather take my chances naked in the maze.
The demon shifted behind me, making me wonder what he was up to, and I nearly fell out of his lap when his lips pressed against my shoulder. My mouth fell open on a singular, tiny gasp at the sensation. He hummed against my skin at my reaction and swept my hair aside, peppering slow, delicate kisses across my back.
He’d taken his mask off.
The heartbeat between my thighs raced as his hands danced their way over my flesh, groping me, cupping my breasts and plucking at my nipple piercings. I wanted him to memorize every inch of me with his mouth, to kiss me from head to toe before making me shatter apart, and my heart squeezed at the thought.
I loved how brutal he normally was. The pain, the humiliation, the dark, demented things he did that made me ache for more.
But this… This soft, intimate effort threatened to tear me apart at the seams. It took everything in me not to turn around, despite my promise. Maybe a night in the dungeon wouldn’t be so bad if I could just see his face, press my lips against his… To have my tongue tangle with his while my hands fisted his hair and gripped his horns.
