“Would you stop? I’m trying to fucking eat!”
His eyes darkened, and I immediately regretted my outburst.
“Oooh, you’re in trouble now.” Shem laughed, and I felt my heart skip a beat.
With the hand that wasn’t between my legs, Ramel stroked the side of my jaw gently, but the look in his eyes was dangerous, and I knew I was going to regret snapping at him.
“What did I say was going to happen if you moved again, Lilith?”
“Ramel, please. Don’t.” I said, glancing around the packed room. Several demons were shamelessly staring at us already. They were clearly curious as to why Ramel had a mortal perched on his lap. They couldn’t see where his hand was, thanks to the tablecloth, but they could certainly see the way he was kissing my neck.
“I warned you, but you don’t fucking listen. All you had to do was sit here, eat your breakfast, and let me play with you. Now you’re going to come in front of everybody. Was it worth it?” he purred in my ear, and I felt a shot of adrenaline right to my cunt.
“Ramel!” I hissed in protest, and he growled against my neck.
“I would try not to draw any attention to yourself if I were you. Maybe if you’re quiet, no one will notice.” His warm breath tickled the skin on my neck. I looked at Shem, but he just grinned. I should have known better. Of course he was on Ramel’s side.
“Ramel,please,” I begged, but he removed his fingers from beneath my dress and held them up to my mouth.
“Open,” he ordered. I frantically scanned the room. The demons who had already been watching started nudging their friends and pointing.
Fuck!
“Lilith, the longer you draw this out, the worse I’m going to make it for you. You can quietly come on my hand under the table, or I can spread you out like a fucking feast for everyone to see. What’s it going to be?”
“I hope she picks option B,” Shem said, frowning down at his nails as if deciding whether or not it was time to get a manicure.
I glanced back and forth at the two of them, letting them see how fucking furious I was. Ramel just chuckled and pressed his fingers against my lips again.
“Be angry all you want, Lilith; it doesn’t change your options.”
I scowled at him and finally caved.
“I hate you,” I hissed before opening my mouth. He pressed his fingers into the back of my throat and stroked them leisurely up and down my tongue.
“I know you do, deathtrap. Make sure to get my fingers nice and wet.”
Alexa, play, ‘obsessed,’ by zandros, Limi
“Fear is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns.”
—STEVEN CRAIN, THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE
Iclosed my eyes and sucked on Ramel’s fingers, doing my best to get them as wet as possible.
“Fuck yes, Lilith. Just like that,” he cooed, curling them all the way down my throat. I felt him harden against my thigh.
“Can you taste yourself?” he asked softly in my ear, and I nodded, hoping it would make him happy and he would end this stupid game quickly.
Once he was satisfied with how wet I had gotten his fingers, he slipped them under the table and slid them back under my dress. I bit back a gasp as he ran them over me gently. He gripped my chin with his other hand and turned me to face the dining room.
“Eyes open, Lilith,” he murmured against me. I shifted in his lap and did as he said. He stroked my clit so lightly I could barely feel him, but my whole body was suddenly heating up. I could feel the flush of pleasure rush up my chest and neck, and my nipples pebbled beneath my dress.
Most of the demons were focused on each other and their breakfasts, but several of them were definitely watching us, smirking.
“They know,” he whispered into my ear, smiling against me, and I shuddered. He bit my earlobe, pulling it gently into his mouth and sucking. “Lean back against my shoulder and tilt your hips.”
“Ramel…”
