Cute.
Not that it would do much to me. Presumably.
I silently use our bond to materialize behind her, grinning at the way she stiffens. My gaze drops to her boots, then runs up the back of her thighs to that round ass that’d look better bent over, then to the back of her head.
She smells good for a dead thing.
Her elbow whacks into my nose, the speed of her body twisting forcing me back a step. That would’ve hurt if I were human.
Even with a touch of fear in her eyes, she folds her arms. “You deserved it. I’m not sorry.”
I hum, low, my body fighting a war with itself when a spark of excitement hits me.
My eyes darken as I feel the temperature drop, and I watch her plump lips part.
Oh, she wants to play? Fine. We’ll play all night.
My mouth twists into a grin. “You will be.”
She goes to run, but I capture her sleeve, snatching her fist as she throws a solid punch that would’ve landed on my jaw.
I love that she’s fighting back.
Sweet-looking Sable has a temper. I groan in anticipation, letting go of her fist and grabbing the knee she’s aimed at my family jewels. The motion and awkward angle of her limbs against mine sends me tumbling forward, and I land right on top of her.
She yelps. I freeze.
Then we both hold our breaths as I look down at her, pupils blown, cheeks red. Her breaths are shaky, and I’m not sure if it’s from the running or the fact that I’m nestled between her legs, her inner thighs pressed against my hips. We fit perfectly together. Like I could lower my head and whisper how dead she is while I fuck her for the next hundred years we’re trapped in this house together. If she wanted me to, I would screw her brains out every second of our imprisonment.
Annoyingly beautiful. Would this be my view if I fucked her? Would she enjoy it? Would she moan my name?
Wait. She doesn’t even know my name. That realization pisses me off for reasons I can’t explain.
Can she feel how hard I am? Fuck. I think she can. I’m not full of shit, but I know I don’t have a regular-sized cock anymore. Becoming a demon didn’t only modify my height and teeth and other body parts—I was also blessed with a goddamn hammer for a dick, as Tony likes to point out whenever he sees it in the communal showers.
After panting and staring at me longer than necessary, Sable’s gaze slowly lowers to where our bodies are connected, and her eyes widen. Yep. She knows. And it’s completely my own fucking fault. The little gasp that comes out of her has precum leaking from my dick. I’d imagine that sound on repeat while I thrusted into her over and over and over again.
My gaze drops to her lips, slightly parted now, given her heavy breaths. They’d look good wrapped around me, tears in her eyes from choking, her fingers digging into my thighs while she sucks me dry.
More precum leaks from my throbbing head, soaking my briefs. The fucking thing has a mind of its own, begging to feel her.
I put minimal distance between us, straightening my arms so my dick stops trying to stab through her clothes and find out how warm she’d be. It’s an impulsive feeling.
I’m starved of touch, that’s all.
Her lips part further, her eyes locked on the tenting in my pants. But the shock and arousal vanish as soon as they flash across her face, replaced by a wretched fury that has its own addictive taste.
Then she plunges the knife into me.
Both of our gazes are stuck on the handle lodged into my side, the blood already soaking my shirt. The blade is fully sheathed between my ribs, and it’s strange that I don’t feel pain… but how fucking dare she try to kill me?
And how dare it turn me on?
My brain and body are in total disagreement with each other. Instead of wrapping my fingers around her throat and choking her to death, my traitorous cock hardens and elongates even more, pressing into her again.
“You’re fucking sick.”
My brain stalls. Did she just sound breathy?
