“You know, you would be so much more adorable on your knees…crawlingfor me,” I added. “All for a taste—” My hand moved over my hip and parted the slit of my dress before delving slowly between my thighs and touching my bare cunt.
His eyes glazed, jaw ticked, clearly annoyed at the arousal I could see pressing against the front of his pants. “You’ve been bound to that mirror too long if you think a demon hunter is going to crawl for you,” he said.
I laughed coyly, rocking back on my heels and taking a single turn around my entrapment. “You forget who I am, what I’ve done, the hundreds of beings I’ve toyed with and taken back into my mirror to play. I cansmellyour desire.”
Damon didn’t bother stifling that need or readjusting in his seat. He twisted the fire poker again, flexing the veins in his thick forearms. I took a step forward, and the end of it whipped out in my direction, the tip nearly scratching my stomach. A warning that I welcomed.
I wrapped my hand around the iron and stroked it upward, delighting in the sparks that appeared when I dragged my nail back down its length.
Damon rose to his feet, not daring to look away from me. “You want to see me on my knees?” he asked, hovering a foot from the edge of the circle, teasing me with his proximity.
He choked the poker in his hand and moved it deliberately up my body, the sharp point snagging on my satin dress. My eyes fluttered as it stroked over my peaked nipple. He raised the weapon and pressed the tip harder into my skin.
A low groan left me as I looked at him and noticed how he was staring at my breast, at the way the iron tip threatened to break my skin.
A single drop of black blood dribbled down my flesh and over the iron, sizzling and boiling on the weapon’s edge. I licked my lips as I watched his eyes follow that drop. His gaze slowly lifted to mine, and as though he were calculating his every breath, he moved to the very edge of my binding.
The energy within the circle bloomed with hatred, desire, andrage. This was his way of taunting me—to hover over the line that would burn me, tempting me to see how far I could go.
I loved it.
Finally, someone willing to play—a beautiful demon hunter at that.
I could mark him to my heart’s desire.
I would let him think he was in charge here.
And after he’d had a taste…
I almost laughed at the thought of what he’d do for me then.
Mine.
CHAPTER THREE - DAMON
FOR THE BRIEFEST second, I thought I’d made a mistake by stepping to the edge of her prison. Her eyes rolled up, those long lashes hitting her eyelids with devious intent, dark lips split—
Mary launched.
I caught her at arm’s length by the throat, but she didn’t lose the licentious smile on her lips.
“Ha,” she panted, her tongue sticking out, eyes blazing in delight. Her body caved as she shifted in my grasp—a feral cat at the precipice of killing. She seemed to revel in this situation, at being at the end of her leash and taunting whatever part of me might be over the line.
“Teasing my boundaries, hunter?” she asked, her chest heaving. “I hope you’re not looking for fear.”
My thumb rubbed over her neck where her pulse should have been, only to find a hollow void. The black blood on her chest stared back at me when I let my gaze drop, and I realized I needed to see the rest of her, needed to feel the rest of her.
I’d taken a few demons like this in the past—let them think they’d won, enjoyed a night of chasing and rough sex. Usually, they were not smart enough to realize I’d never let them go.
But Mary… something told me Mary knew exactly what my plan was, and she didn’t care, or perhaps meant to play me back. And something about that had my cock hardening.
“Take off your dress,” I whispered.
A quiet chuckle left her when I released her, and she took one step back. Her finger lifted the spaghetti strap of her dress, letting it fall down her arm, then the same with the opposite side. My mouth dried at the sight of her now exposed breasts, the taut peaks of her pink nipples. The dress slouched at her belly button as she watched me take her in. A long scar dragged along her sternum, more raised scars across her pale skin, and I had the sudden desire to touch them.
“That’s it,” I said softly, watching her fingers run beneath the fabric again.
She pushed on the dress, causing the fabric to struggle to stay intact as she wiggled it over her broad hips. A ripping noise sounded, and I realized she’d torn the seams on either side to let it down. The satin garment fell into a puddle at her feet, and when she stepped out of it, I absentmindedly ran my tongue across my now dry lips at her fully exposed body.
