“You’re a bastard,” I gnashed out as we twirled down the hallway to the music box’s melody.
“Yet, you still crave my touch. Even now, while you’re under my influence.” He canted his head, his gaze darkening. “By the scent bleeding from your cunt, I’d sayespeciallyunder my influence.”
Fuck. I hated how acute this demon’s senses were. It made hiding my arousal a near-impossible task.
“Oh, sweet little human. What have I told you about lying to me?”
Using his magic, he pushed all the objects off the nearest table, sending the music box clattering to the ground. The melody abruptly came to a stop. Belial banded his arms around my middle and lifted me onto the table, my legs dangling over the side.
Another flick of his hand, and my thighs parted with a jerk. His hands swept under the hem of my dress, bunching the fabric over my hips.
He tore the glove of his right hand off with his teeth and gave his fingers a wave, as if to silently tease me, since we both knew exactly what he intended on doing with them.
“Wait—“
With his other hand, he tore off his mask and tossed it onto the table next to me.
Only yesterday, I would have given everything to see the man behind the mask. Ihadgiven everything.
The thing that hurt the most? I’d probably do it all over again. Because under all the heartbreak, all the betrayal, all the pain and resentment, I still wanted him.
“Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want me to fuck away the ache between your legs, Rayven.”
He reached up to tuck a rogue piece of my hair behind my ear, his touch suddenly gentle, a juxtaposition to the magical restraints forcing my body open for him. “Don’t you want me to make you feel something other than pain?”
Chapter Seven
Rayven
I couldn’t fight himoff even if I wanted to. His magic was too powerful.
Even if I hadn’t sold my soul to the devil, it was damn near impossible to resist Belial when he was like this, feral and dominant—completely devoted to my suffering.
The bastard knew just how to tease and tweak me, manipulating me into enjoying his brand of torture. No, enjoying wasn’t the right word. I craved it, and somehow, for some stupid reason, I still wanted him.
Belial was like a dangerously addictive amphetamine.
And his body?Jesus Christ.His pants were looser than the ones he’d worn in the labyrinth, but the bulge in the front was still just as noticeable.
Without his mask, he was achingly handsome. Despite what I said to hurt him, I would never understand how Catherine hated that face enough to kill herself to get away from it. He had scars, sure, but those only seemed to add to his wicked allure.
I hated the Lord of Bones with every fiber of my being, and I loved Belial with just as much intensity. Now that I knew they were one and the same, my mind and my body were at war.
I wiggled against the invisible bonds that held me in place on the table. Belial watched me, and with the heated look on his face, you’d think I was purposefully putting on a show for him.
“Look at you. I’ve lived for so damn long, seen so much. Yet nothing has been quite so beautiful as watching you squirm for me.” His hands skated up my thighs, dangerously close to my exposed center.
Goosebumps exploded over my skin in the wake of his touch, and he hummed lowly, his hands sliding back down over the bumps. “Weeping Hells, you’re so responsive to me.”
I opened my mouth to fire off some obscenity or other, but only a moan slithered out as he stroked his index finger through my folds.
He held his finger up, rubbing it with his thumb to demonstrate the thickness of my arousal. Then, he popped the digit into his mouth, sucking it clean.
“You taste fucking delicious.” He surged forward, a dark glint in his eye.
His bare hand gripped my throat over my collar as his mouth came down on mine in a savage kiss.
He gagged my cry of surprise with his tongue, thrusting into my mouth and sweeping possessively over my teeth, the roof of my mouth, twirling with mine.
