“If you call me again when you don’t need me, I’ll have to punish you.”
The rumbling threat sends pangs of something hot and needy through my core. I get the strong sense that I’ll like his brand of punishment, and I want him to unleash it on me.
“I don’t think you will.”
He moves fast, pinning my wrists against the wall above me with one of his hands. The air is thin between us, and I find myself panting for it. Yearning burns between us like a pyre and I wonder how this happened so quickly.
One second, he was an asshole ifrit invading my space, putting magical protection brands on me without my permission, and the next we’re drawing wards together, cozier than friends. And now, his body is pressed against mine. The hard line of his bicep flexes against my shoulder as his other hand slides down my body. All I can think is that I want whatever it is he’s about to do, and I don’t care if it hurts.
His palm slides over my ass, then disappears. I gasp just before his hand comes down on my cheek with a loud smack. I yelp and he groans a curse. The thought of him spanking my bare ass red has saliva pooling in my mouth.
“Don’t tempt me, Firecracker. I will make you beg forgiveness.”
My aching center clenches at the deadly tenor of his voice.
“Is that a promise?” I ask, my voice breathless and heady.
His lips graze my ear, a whisper made of smoke and sin.
“Oh, it’s a warning.”
His grip tightens. Not enough to bruise—but enough to remind me he could.
“One you clearly want to ignore.”
He drags his mouth down my neck, slow and deliberate, just hovering a hairsbreadth above my skin. My pulse thrums at the thought of his lips marking me with a searing kiss. I’m panting and squirming in his tight hold. It’s right at the edge of too much.
“I never give idle threats. And Ineverleave a lesson unfinished.”
His hand disappears, then comes down against my other cheek in a hard slap. I moan at the radiating sting sending fire through my veins. How is a spanking the most erotic moment of my life?
“Have you learned the lesson?” he asks, his voice heavy and loaded with hunger.
“Not nearly,” I say.
The stairs overhead creak and I gasp. Nai Nai calls for me, her voice teasing.
Rhazan pulls away. I whirl around to look at him. The fire burns brighter across his chest and his pulse thrums in the flames.
“Leaving the lesson unfinished?”
His jaw tightens and his fists clench at his sides. The motion draws my gaze to the sturdy outline in his pants. I bite my lip as an impish streak flares through me.
“You broke your word, RhazDaddy.”
Smoke curls off his skin and he groans. “There is no time limit on my lessons, Firecracker, and youwilllearn it.”
He disappears in a puff of heat, and I smirk.
Round two goes to me.
seven
Mission for Goods
So a demon got handsy with me and I got flirtatious, what of it? Doesn’t make me a psychopath. Maybe very lonely and desperate, but not crazy.
Right?
