Not that she cared. That was the one thing he’d noticed about the female, she didn’t seem to care one way or another about anything. It was as though she was merely a vessel for him to use however he saw fit. And use her he had. Many times, including in front of the shadow beasts, Perfidious had claimed what belonged to him. He’d taken her in whatever manner that struck his fancy at the time and she was always willing, bending this way and that, never fighting him off as he penetrated her, using every one of her orifices for his pleasure.
Admittedly, he would’ve preferred to get some sort of reaction from her. Perhaps a mirroring desire of some sort.
However, he’d known from the beginning that she wasn’t here because she wanted to be here. Asmia was here because he demanded it and Perfidious had decided that would have to do.
Before him, Asmia went to her knees, bowing her head and placing her hands on her thighs. She’d become rather adept at that position, as though she preferred it because it allowed her to keep her distance from him. Without eye contact, he had no idea what she was thinking. Then again, Perfidious wasn’t sure she was thinking at all. It was as though she’d disappeared inside her own head, her body the only thing available to him.
And that was starting to piss him off.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
Her black eyes lifted to his face, her expression as blank as her stare.
Perfidious took his cock in hand, stroked himself, watching for any reaction. Nothing.
He recalled the way Seraphina used to lick her lips with greed when he touched himself like this. That demon was always eager to get him off, to worship him however he saw fit. He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to her. Eevuhl had taken her with him when he left and now that Eevuhl was dead, he wondered if Seraphina was still here on Earth or if she’d been taken back to Hell.
No one seemed to know anything about what happened to Eevuhl, either. Nothing was coming out of Hell right now. Not a peep.
“Stand up,” Perfidious barked.
He continued to stroke himself as Asmia gracefully got to her feet, her long, lithe body giving away nothing.
Hmm.
Perhaps he’d gone about this all wrong. Controlling her mind, forcing her to submit… Without meaning to, he had created something that merely performed for him. What he wanted was the female he’d fallen for.
He smiled as he got to his feet. “Turn around.”
Asmia turned around.
“Bend over.”
She did.
He stepped up behind her, planted one hand in the center of her back, and used the other to guide his cock between her thighs.
Before he rammed himself inside her, Perfidious leaned over her, placed his mouth beside her ear.
“Sweet Asmia. I think it’s time we take this to another level.”
He was looking for some sort of reaction, so very tempted to release the hold on her mind. Something held him back. Not yet. He wanted an audience. Yes. The shadow beasts deserved to witness this. Soon.
Very, very soon.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Penelope didn’t understand.
She never would.
Didn’t matter how many times she tossed it around in her head, no matter how many angles she attempted to view it, the fact of the matter, the brother she’d thought was her twin was in fact… Well, he wasn’t her twin, she knew that much for certain. The rest of it was a bit of a tangled mess.
A soft knock sounded on her bedroom door seconds before it opened. She looked up to see Obsidian standing there.
“Mind if I come in?”
Some semblance of a smile formed. “It’s your bedroom, too.”
