“I insist,” she countered, in a tone that brooked no argument. “It would be unbecoming for you to be the only one not in attendance. I might think you’re punishing me for accidentally forgetting to send you an invite,” she added with an annoying pout that most people would find irresistibly cute.
“I’ll do my best,” I said with a stiff smile.
“See that you do,” she replied with a big grin to soften the rudeness of her demand. “Tata!”
I cussed inwardly as I watched her strutting away, her ass swaying in an exaggerated fashion meant to draw every male’s gaze, which she spectacularly succeeded at. But how could she not?
As obnoxious of an individual as she was, Mother Nature had been very generous to her. She was tall and statuesque. Her long, platinum hair fell to her behind. It wasn’t her natural color, but you couldn’t tell—not that she would ever admit to it. Her hourglass figure would have anyone drooling with envy. Her generous breasts were sheer perfection, big enough to draw attention, but not so much to imbalance her figure or risk falling into excessive territory. I highly suspected that a scalpel or two helped achieve that result. While her ass had nothing over mine, her legs were quite amazing.
Considering she was 5’10, it always confused me why she loved wearing crazy high stilettos. Granted, it made her long legs appear even more infinite and sexy. But I suspected it was just another way for her to dominate others.
Heaving a sigh, I turned around and made my way back to the car. If only I’d been here ten minutes sooner or later, I would have avoided the witch. The only reason she’d invited me was to test my boyfriend and see if she could lure him away before discarding him.
I simply won’t go.
But I shut down that thought even as it popped into my mind. I couldn’t avoid her forever. As Vazul would likely stick around for the long haul, them meeting was inevitable. The question was how much was I going to reveal when they did meet?
Whatever it was, I had two days to figure it out.
Chapter 5
Vazul
Ipreened as Coral fawned over my work. Over the past two days, I’d been diligently fixing the many flaws in her designs. Most had been quite minor, but the obsessive-compulsive side of me simply couldn’t leave it alone. Anyway, the ultimate result had been more than worth it.
What broke my brain was the constant guilt she felt about overworking me and her desire to find ways of rewarding and thanking me. My prior masters always exploited whatever I had to offer. Coral’s lack of entitlement messed with my head. The annoying part was how often she tried to convince me to rest. She still struggled to understand that resting bored me to tears. It wasn’t a reward but a punishment. And yet, her attentiveness to me was both refreshing and endearing.
I will not drain her.
Who would have thought the day would come when I would meet a master I actually wanted to keep permanently? And I truly wanted to keep her. Although I promised not to drain her, I could have used one of many workarounds to do it regardless. In fact, I considered it that first day and probably would have done so, had she been a foul Mistress.
When it came to toeing the line and finding loopholes, creatures of the underworld like me excelled at finding the cracks and slipping through them. In this instance, Coral made me promise not to drain her while we were intimate. She never mentioned any other moment. That made them fair game.
But I truly liked my little human. Her emotions tasted divine. I loved how she doted on me, took my wishes and needs into consideration, and possessed such a sweet and innocent soul. The most shocking part was how stellar sex with her was. As a Liderc, I always gave my partners the most mind-blowing experience. It was my duty. I rarely expected to receive in return and usually didn’t. With her, it was different. She gave as much as she could, making certain my needs were tended to in all ways, be it sex or anything else.
The trip to the mall yesterday had been quite the riot. I was used to my masters simply dictating what I would wear and how I should behave. Most of the time, they demanded I dress in lurid fashions so that they could enjoy the view or flaunt me to their friends. Until now, it had never bothered me as it had been the norm. But with her, I was discovering something new.
My feelings mattered. I mattered. My desires mattered.
And above all, she was teaching me what it felt like to be treated with respect, kindness, and selfless generosity. She splurged on me to the point I had to tell her to stop it. What made it so amazing was the fact that she wasn’t doing it to buy my loyalty or appreciation. Coral wanted me to be happy. Her emotions loudly broadcast that her sole concern was ensuring all my needs were met, and that I wasn’t holding back out of some misplaced shyness or guilt at making her spend for me.
I didn’t care how much money she spent. As her Liderc, it was my duty to make sure she recovered it all and significantly increased her wealth thanks to my services.
As we walked through the mall, so many heads turned to admire the human form I had taken. He was an extremelyhandsome and muscular man, so people’s reactions were unsurprising. The pride that radiated from her did the strangest thing to me. At first, I wondered if she would be offended by so many people drooling over her man. But it quickly became apparent that she loved that I drew so many eyes and especially that I ignored them all, focusing my attention on her instead.
The silly female didn’t understand that no one could ever take me from her, even if I wanted to be—which I absolutely didn’t.
Was it stupid that I hated that the entire world believed that my woman belonged to that human instead of me? I wanted to walk around in my demon form and shout from the rooftops that she was mine and I was hers. At least, Coral happily allowed me to stay in my true form at home. More importantly, not once had she requested or even wished for me to take a human appearance or a different face than my own during our intimate moments.
Most of the time, my masters demanded I remain in whatever human form they had chosen for me. After all, they didn’t want me, Vazul. They just wanted the embodiment of the fantasy in their minds. It would hurt me deeply if my Coral suddenly started acting that way.
Obviously, I needed to get over it. So long as we lived in the Mortal Realm, I would never be able to show my true face by her side in public, except maybe during All Hallows. The question that plagued me was whether this would last. I loved her happy emotions and how she responded to me. The thought that she might tire of me and want to move on was devastating. We’d only just met, but I was already hooked.
And tonight would be the real test.
I had a bad feeling about Angie’s party. Watching my woman fidget and stress out for two days since receiving the invitation both amused and irked me. Obviously, Angelique would want me—who wouldn’t? But that was too damn bad for her. My silly Mistress still struggled to comprehend that she fully owned me,not only through our magic bond, but also because I chose to remain hers.
No matter. It would all become clear soon enough.
