“I figured you’d want a status update.”
She continued to pace, her body looking a tad thin beneath the white gown he’d picked out for this evening. Perfidious had taken great care in selecting the virginal silk, wanting only the best to touch her lovely flesh. As of yet, Asmia hadn’t thanked him for his forethought, but she wasn’t rejecting him outright, so he considered that a win.
“You have to admire their loyalty.” He moved toward her, enjoying the way she flinched as he approached. You could make a male fall in love, but you couldn’t kill the demon completely. “They’re still out looking for you, but they have slowed their efforts quite a bit. Perhaps we should give them a call.”
Asmia hissed.
“What? You don’t want them to know you’re all right? That I’m taking care of you the way you deserve?”
He stepped into her path, blocking her movements.
She was a lovely creature, he had to give her that much. Even pissed, she was beautiful. He reached out and fingered one long silky lock of her hair.
“Don’t touch me,” she seethed, doing the pivot and pace once more.
At least she wasn’t clawing at him anymore. He’d left the cell covered in scratches and bruises the first few days she’d been with him. It hadn’t been until he’d shackled her naked to the wall that she’d learned the error of her ways. Since … well, Asmia continued to hiss and seethe, but she’d stopped being violent. It saddened him a bit, to be honest. Perfidious was looking forward to the feisty Fae. He knew their relationship would bring out the best and the worst in both of them.
“Still on that, are you?” He crooked his finger, urging her over when she stopped on the opposite side of her new room.
“I will never let you touch me. You might as well kill me now.”
He chuckled. Kill her? Never.
Oh, no. What he had in store for his sweet Asmia went far beyond death.
When he reached for her, she slapped his arm away. She was far stronger than he’d given her credit for, but he did admire her fight. In fact, it turned him on. He’d enjoyed the game up to this point, but he was hoping they’d make more progress than they had.
“Come here, gorgeous,” he instructed. “I think it’s time for us to establish a few rules.”
She glared at him, her lips sealed closed as though she didn’t trust what might come out of her mouth.
When he reached for her again, she slapped his arm away once more.
Too bad she was no match for him.
“I was trying to be nice. Clearly you like it rough.”
“What are you—”
With a smirk, Perfidious used the powers of his mind to send her flying backward into the wall. He pinned her in place with invisible chains, arms out wide, legs spread.
“I hate you,” she snarled.
“One more word and you’ll be naked again.” He glared at her as he came closer.
Her lips clamped shut instantly.
“Nowthatis a fascinating pose.” He moved closer, trailed his nail along the smooth curve of her jaw. “Makes you easily accessible. Perhaps this is what you’ve been waiting for? For me to take control? Hmm?”
Her eyes narrowed, as though she could singe him with a scathing look.
“I see it’s going to take a bit more persuasion.”
He snapped his fingers, her clothes disintegrating, leaving her naked to his hungry gaze.
“I hate you.”
“I know.” He took pride in that.
