Make sure Joseline got to the club and lurk in a dark corner until she was ready to leave. That was all I had in mind when I agreed to this.
But when that pathetic fuck made her uncomfortable, I couldn’t stand by and do nothing. Her anxiety had bled through the crowd like poison, assaulting my senses, and I was fighting my way to her before I could stop myself.
I should have broken his hands to prove a point, or at least his face. But I’d let him go to avoid causing a scene, to avoid further embarrassing her.
Empathy, it’ll be the fucking death of me.
That is, if Joseline’s perfect ass rubbing my cock through these pants doesn’t send me straight toHell first.
I suck in a breath and pull her firmly against me, blood rushing to my dick at the friction. If she keeps this up, I’m liable to fuck her through my pants right here on the dance floor. I might not want a human mate, but when there’s such a luscious one throwing her ass at me, I can’t be expected to not do anything.
I’m a demon before anything else, and after that, a male.
I snake one of my hands up to cup my fingers around her throat, tugging her head back against my chest. She conforms to me, molding to me perfectly, and my cock throbs. I haven’t gotten my dick wet in ages, since before we hit the road touring. One passionate hate fuck would certainly relieve my built up tension.
But that would complicate things.
I shake my head, knowing this is a terrible idea.
“Can I go now?” I ask, leaning to ask in her ear.
“If you’re bored, sure.” She shrugs, seeming unfazed.
Bored?She thinks I’m bored?
I thrust my hips forward, pressing my aching cock against her ass.
“Do I seem bored to you?”
Her stuttered breath has my cock throbbing more, weeping precum into the front of my pants. Thank fuck they’re black; no one is going to see the soaked fabric in the dark.
“A bit.” She looks back at me over her shoulder. “I’m sure you’d rather be doing something else.”
A dark chuckle rolls past my lips, and I reach for theend of my mask with my free hand. Lifting the disguise just enough to expose my mouth, I press my lips to the shell of her ear.
“You’re right. I wouldn’t mind stuffing something in that bratty mouth of yours,” I taunt, nipping at her jaw.
“Fuck,” she gasps. She reaches behind her to grip my cock through my pants, and a growl vibrates in my chest.
I snap my mask back into place and whirl her around to face me, reveling in the shocked look in her eye.
“Keep pushing my buttons, and I'll show you how much of a demon I really am,” I warn.
Her lips part, and the urge to taste them is almost overwhelming. Too bad there are so many onlookers.
And she’s such a fucking brat.
And a human…
The cons are staggering, but that doesn’t diminish the desire. She’s everything I don’t want, exactly what I don’t need, but if she asked me to, I’d fuck her here and now to prove a point. To her, to everyone watching. They aren’t worthy of her time or her body.
“And if that’s what I want?” She leans in and rubs her hand over the front of my pants again, her fingers trailing the length of my cock. “To see what’s underneath that mask.”
The smell of alcohol on her breath hits me, cutting through my thoughts that are steadily growing more hazy.
“You’re drunk,” I say, pulling away.
“I am not.” She pokes out her bottom lip. “I’m perfectly sober.”
