I snarl out my frustration. With one last squeeze, I release her. She drops to her knees.
“You touch my human, and there will be hell to pay.”
I turn away from her and head back to my exit.
“You will regret this, Raziel,” she sneers.
Looking over my shoulder, I leave her with one last remark. “Don’t fucking summon me again.”
Slipping through the void, I put Uriah out of my mind. Before she called me into this bullshit, I had something else in mind. I have some work to do.
chapter eight
The Beast
Nasiah
Slowly, the fingers of slumber release me. Right away, I notice my head is pounding. That’s what happens when you spend most of your night crying.
The memory of what Raziel did to me plays back in my mind. His face buried between my legs bringing orgasm after orgasm from me. With the memory come the fluttering in my belly and the hardening of my nipples. My body has never felt that type of pleasure before. Even when Jamieson does go down on me on the few occasions he tries to get me to cum, it never feels like that.
It’s like my body was in a deep coma and only woke up the moment Raziel came into my life. Immediately after the high of my orgasm wore off, the guilt and shame began to eat at me. How could I cheat on Jamieson like that? And with a monster that’s holding me hostage at that.
“A monster that ate your pussy like it was the last meal he would ever have.”The unbridled thought runs across my mind against my will.
Groaning, I roll over onto my side. The soft cushion under me helps cradle my body. Wait, soft cushion? I fell asleep on the floor. Sitting up and opening my eyes, the brightness of the roomcauses me to blink a few times. However, the moment my eyes adjust, a gasp leaves my mouth.
Surrounding me on all four walls, from floor to ceiling, are bookshelves filled to the brim. There is even a rolling ladder that leans against the shelves to help me reach the top. Did I die and wake in a Disney princess movie?
On the left wall is a window seat filled with soft pillows with a view of the city. In the middle of the room, there are three different types of chairs. There’s a large fluffy armchair that looks as if it could fit two people. An egg-shaped chair that rocks, and the chaise lounge on which I was just lying.
This room is a reader's dream. And I just happen to be a reader. I rush over to the shelves and pull out the first book that I find.
“Oh shit?” I say, scanning the pages. It’s the newest release by my favorite author. This book was on my wish list. I replaced the book and scanned a few more titles. They are all books I’d love. The shelves are filled with romance, thrillers, paranormal, sci-fi. Even some classics I love are here. Whoever created this library did so with me in mind.
I sniff the pages of Sir Author Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes collection.
“Do you like it?”
His voice startles me. I drop the book and spin around to stare at Raziel. Today, he’s in a black T-shirt with a pair of dark jeans. His feet are bare, and his hands are stuffed in his front pockets.
My heart races at the sight of him, and the flutter in my stomach intensifies. Memories of his tongue buried between my thighs have me averting my gaze.
“It’s nice.” My voice sounds different; it’s heady and filled with desire.
When I look back at Raziel, he is no longer standing in the doorway like he was. Now he’s standing in front of me. His scent makes my mouth water. He smells like expensive cologne. His dark brown eyes stare back at me with such intensity I take a step back.
I can’t seem to catch my breath when he is near me. My nipples are so hard, I could probably cut glass with them. As if he read my mind, his gaze drops to my heavy tits before coming back to me. A smirk fills his face.
Raziel bends down and picks up the book I dropped. When he stands up, he takes back the space I placed between us and holds the book out toward me. He’s entirely too close just to hand me a book.
Taking the book from him, I swallow. “Thanks.” Turning to the side, I place the book back on the shelf.
“If there is anything you want in here, let me know. I will get it for you,” his deep voice says right near my ear.
I turn to face him. “Is this supposed to make up for the fact that you’re holding me hostage?”
He stares back at me. I expect him to get angry, like he’s been doing. However, his face remains the same. Maybe it’s because although I want to leave, my voice lacks the anger from before.
