“The fuck I don’t,” I huffed with a toss of my eyes. “You’ve made me kiss your boots while I was drowning in quicksand. You half drowned me in a bathtub. You’ve fucked me with a wine bottle while I was chained to your bed. You’ve spanked me in a graveyard—”
“Maybe I just crave giving you what you want, the things your human sensibilities won’t let you ask for.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but his hand had moved from the back of my neck to curve around my throat, gripping me firmly enough to cut off my rebuttal. “You were the one masturbating on the grave of an old servant of mine.”
My mind went back to that day in the labyrinth, when Belial had spanked me then put me on my knees and throat fucked me. He’d come, and he’d left me high and dry. So, I’d taken matters into my own hands there on one of the graves.
He leaned closer until his marred face filled my vision and his breath tickled my lips. “You looked fucking beautiful, your gown torn, my cum still dripping down your chin with your fingers stuffed into that pink little pussy. So needy for the Lord of Death to come back and fuck you stupid against that grave for all the monsters in my gardens to see.”
His eyes gleamed as he whispered in a tone that made the little hairs on my nape bolt up. “How’s that for deranged?”
My throat bobbed with a swallow, the menial movement feeling almost impossible with Belial’s hand around my throat. Everything about his possessive touch, his filthy words, and his dark, leering gaze felt desperate, like all he wanted to do was reach through my dreams and pull me back out on the other side of reality.
His hand slipped from my throat and roamed over me, memorizing the planes of my body with an ache in his touch that burrowed into my bones and sunk into my marrow.
“I fucking need you,” he groaned, the pain in his voice making me shiver. “I miss you so much.”
I worked my bottom lip between my teeth, peering up at him through my lashes. “Tell me what you miss about me.”
The smile he’d been holding back broke loose. “I miss your bratty mouth.”
I blinked. “You do?”
“Of course,” he said with a chuckle, as if it was obvious. “No one has the stones to speak to me the way you do. It’s fucking electric.”
His hands wandered, long fingers fitted with an assortment of silver rings flexing as he squeezed my breasts.
When he plucked at my nipple piercings and a moan rumbled from my lips, he laughed. “And I miss the sexy little sounds you make when I play with your perfect tits…”
His hand wandered lower, slipping between my thighs. I bit back a gasp when his fingers pinched my clit—light enough not to hurt and firm enough to send a rush of pleasure through my core.
I squirmed in his lap, and he laughed, the silken sound turning my pussy molten, arousal dripping onto his fingers.
“And I miss how responsive you are to me. You’re always so wet for me, and your skin…” He muttered a curse under his breath as his eyes skated over my naked form. A full-bodied blush was sweeping over me like a fever. “Seeing your flesh dressed in this delicious hue of red makes my cock fucking ache.”
A series of gasps and moans tumbled from me as he continued to rub my clit. He oscillated between lightly circling it, waiting for me to squirm with the need for more friction, and then moving in and plucking on it until I was twitching from the overstimulation.
A devilish yet somehow studious expression was etched into his scarred features as he worked me up until I was trembling with pleasure, like my impending orgasm was the most serious business he’d attended to all day.
“That’s it, treasure. Make a mess on your Lord’s fingers,” he said on a dark purr. “I want to watch you suck them clean once you’re done.”
The swirling warmth between my legs mounted, and I reached for him, grabbing onto his antlers. A rumbling growl rose from his chest at the contact, encouraging me to hold tight.
His silver earring, the one shaped like a small dagger to match the one he’d given me in the labyrinth, brushed the back of my hand. I wish I still had it. It was probably still lying on the floor of his bathroom back in Limbo. Not that it would have done me much good. I doubted I would have been able to summon him outside his realm anyway.
Tears pricked my eyes, and whether it was from the fact that I missed Belial so much it hurt or the mind-shattering bliss wracking my body, I wasn’t sure.
They rolled down my face, and he arched over to kiss them away. His tongue slid over my skin, and it was surprisingly cool against my burning cheeks.
“I love when your body weeps for me, Rayven,” he whispered against my skin. “In every conceivable way.”
His fingers stroked me, knowing just where to press and pull. It was like I was his instrument and he knew every chord, every note to make me sing.
His thumb covered my clit to free his index and middle fingers, sinking them into my pussy a second later. He pumped in and out of me at a pace that had a bead of drool dribbling down the corner of my mouth.
“Oh, God!” I whimpered and clamped my lips shut the instant the words left my mouth. He hated it when I called out that name and not his.
Belial’s eyes narrowed, and I waited for my punishment, but his lips only spread into a sinister smile. “You know full well that I am your god now, Rayven. You sold your soul to the Devil. You worship me now.”
