What her flesh would feel like in my hands… how my fingers would dig into her skin, how she would move atop my cock, and how red she would be as I spanked her…
To put Mary on her knees before killing her would be the highlight of my career thus far.
She dragged her finger up the middle of her stomach, between her breasts, then cupped her soft tit and pinched her nipple—tight enough that she sucked in a breath. It was the taunt of that self-inflicted pain that prompted me to do what I did next.
I moved into her circle.
Mary’s eyes widened slightly as I pressed one hand into my pocket and looked her over. The necklace I’d threatened her with lay in the very bottom of that pocket—within reach so I could use it were she to do anything drastic. Her head tilted back upon my approach, never losing sight of where my gaze lingered.
I stretched one hand down her flesh, memorizing the raise of each of her scars beneath the pad of my thumb.
“Like what you see, hunter?” she asked as chills rose on her skin. She was so soft… so supple. Every squeeze of my fingers caused her skin to redden around my handprint. The things I could do to her, how she would respond to me…
“You’re just another demon to subdue,” I said, a restriction in my voice that I hadn’t anticipated.
The corner of her lip lifted. “Let me out,” she whispered. “Subdue me without this binding like the dangerous demon hunter you are. Show me why I should fear you.”
Provocation and danger laced her every word. A knot wove in my stomach at the insinuation, and I nearly reached back for the iron poker to brand her ass right then. Instead, I grabbed her by the face and launched her toward the very edge of her circle. Her hip and arm singed at the binding burning her flesh, and she hissed.
“You’ll obey, demon,” I growled as she wiggled in my grasp. “You’ll obey because you value your miserable existence.”
I threw her off, causing her to trip and land on the ground, her body curling up as she landed with a thud on the hardwood. Her hair covered her face when she lifted onto her palms, but it didn’t muffle the sound of her laugh.
“Is that your best threat?” She whipped her hair out of her face and stared at me over her shoulder. “Or do you truly fear what I might do if you set me free?”
I walked toward her and wrapped a hand into her hair, pulling her back to her feet. She didn’t resist, didn’t whimper or whine. Her lips parted with a moan, and the sound of it sparked arousal in my gut. My balls tightened as her feet landed flat on the floor, her eyes blazing with desire.
“Throw me again and press those long fingers inside my cunt,” she whispered, her bare breasts brushing my chest. “Find out just how wet you’ve made me with all your little warnings.”
CHAPTER FOUR - MARY
DAMON’S GRIP LOOSENED in my hair, allowing me to straighten and collect myself.
“You’ll show me how well you obey first, demon,” Damon said, his fingers running over my cheek to my jaw, the heated sensation causing hair to rise on my neck. He tilted my head back, thumb pressing hard into the soft spot beneath my chin. There was no play in the way he threatened me, and I stifled my laughter.
Very well. If this would get me further to him praying at my feet for more, I’d give him what he wanted. I could be patient—a virtue it seemed he lacked.
“Do you expect my worth to lie in how I suck your pretty cock?” I asked.
He released my neck gently, his chin dipping as he stood dominant over me. “It’s a start,” he replied.
The sinister laugh that left me felt close to the relief of orgasm. “My precious hunter…” I started around him, slowly stepping as I spoke, dragging my hands over his arms, back, and every rippling muscle beneath his button-down. He was a delicious specimen, an eager one—whether he knew it or not. I wanted to unravel my pretty new toy, but I’d start with unwrapping him first.
“There are so many other things I could do to you,” I said, moving my hands around his waist. “So many other things you’d like more than just a foolish little blowjob.”
With every word, I undid one of the buttons on his shirt, my nails scratching against his stern chest. He glanced toward his left shoulder as though he were keeping an eye on my movements, but he never stopped me.
I grabbed the fabric and gave a great tug, causing the rest of the shirt to rip as my sharpened nails scratched his skin. He jerked slightly but didn’t move when I leaned up on my toes and bit the lobe of his ear.
“I could make you scream,” I rasped, my hands crawling down and down his chest, his abs, to the belt of his pants. “I could make you come harder than you’ve ever dreamed.” His leather belt was easy enough to undo, and he didn’t move when I slowly untucked his shirt.
His abs flinched every time my nails tickled over or scratched him. Black hair curled beneath my fingers, leading down from the abs I wanted to lick and leave marks across, all the way past the waist of his pants.
The moment I began to move further, his hands snapped to mine, and he grabbed them so tightly that a sucking hiss sounded from behind my teeth. He turned around to face me, still impending my fingers, pushing them back like he meant to break them. And when he rounded over me, I bared my teeth in warning.
“Do that again,” he said. “You’re adorable when you imitate a cat.”
I wriggled against his grip, but he pulled me in tighter, pushing our bodies flush until I was trapped. His breath breezed over my cheek, and just when his lips brushed mine, he shoved me backward.
