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I hated sounding like a broken record, especially when I couldn’t wrap my head around why that part of me had caught his attention so much. Interweaving my fingers together, I rested my chin on them and let my eyes wander around the traditionally styled kitchen. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that what he was saying was true. The part I kept getting hung up on was why it even mattered.
There were several branches to both species of demon, a few more rare than the rest of them. That didn’t mean that every demon that crossed my path was an incubus. Still, there was nothing special about me or my stained bloodline.
I jolted out of my thoughts when a large plate slid in front of me, followed by a cup of juice. Hot steam rose off the plate, bringing with it a mixture of delicious aromas.
“Pork ragu over creamy polenta.” Asher added a steak knife and fork onto a folded handkerchief. He returned to the stove to collect a plate for himself. Only a few seconds passed before he threw a quick peek in my direction to see if I had moved yet. His lips pressed together. “Am I going to have to feed you?”
My cheeks grew hot. “I can feed myself.”
“Then do so. I would prefer you to be well rested for tomorrow. I am a very busy man and I would rather you not be left behind.” He gestured at the plate before he finished gathering his own.
“You mean that you want to show off your latest pet.” My tone took on a bitter edge. I had no problem retrieving the fork, but my hand hovered above the steak knife. A part of me reeled from the shock that he would even nudge a weapon in my direction. Anyone in their right mind would force their prisoner to stumble through cutting meat with a fork just to avoid the unnecessary risk. As my fingers curled around the handle, my gaze flickered toward the prince.
Asher was gone.
My entire body went cold. Where the hell did he go?
Hands came down from behind me, pinning both of my wrists to the table while his chest pressed against my back. “I would advise you not to carry out that thought, pet. If I can’t trust you to use them appropriately, then you’ll be getting butter knives from now on. I would like to stress that good Italian meat is not meant to be sliced with those damned things. So please, don’t force my hand.”
The air caught in my throat. He wasn’t on me with all of his weight, but there was enough on me that I could feel his heart beating in his chest. Hell, I could even make out half of his muscles. The only material separating our skin was my own shirt.
The bastard had yet to put one on.
Asher shifted his head, his warm breath brushing against my ear. “Can you promise to behave?”
“Y-Yes,” I managed.
“Good. I’d prefer to reward you for good behavior rather than punish you for trying to kill me.” The prince pulled away and his footsteps drifted toward the stool at the far right end. He eased down with his plate still held tightly in his hand. “I am a fair man, but I will only tolerate so much before I must carry out the proper consequences.”
I gritted my teeth until my jaw throbbed with agony. It took far too much convincing to pick up the steak knife after getting pinned against the island counter, yet the meat deemed it necessary. “Is that your way of saying you’ll kill me if I force your hand with my horrible behavior?” I stuck the knife into the meat and started slicing.
It slid through like the meat was nothing more than butter.
“It would be wise not to push your luck, pet.”
Wrinkling my nose, I chose to opt out of a verbal response. The prince was already digging into his meal, which essentially ensured the conversation was done for now. I cut out a small piece of the meat and plopped it into my mouth. It didn’t matter how many delicious aromas had flooded the entire house, I still wasn’t prepared for everything to hit my senses the way it did. My jaw locked up and I was tormented with all the amazing tastes corrupting my taste buds at once. By the time my body allowed me to continue chewing, a contented hum escaped me. Holy fucking hell…
It was settled. I could handle being the prince’s prisoner if it meant more of this cooking.
It took me far too long to realize the energy in the air had shifted and instinct drove me to peek down the island counter. As soon as my eyes slid toward the prince, my jaw locked up again. There was no way I could mistake the hunger lurking within his gaze. I barely got the chance to swallow before he vanished off his stool. Oh, fuck…
Firm hands seized me from behind, tearing me off the stool. A panicked squeal escaped my lips as Asher pinned me against him long enough to fling the plates off the counter. Once they were out of the way, he flung me down. My mind was reeling from all the movement by the time my world settled. I’d gone from sitting and enjoying my meal to having my ass hanging over the edge. “You didn’t let me finish!”
“I’ll remake it.” Asher tore my jeans off, getting all of the lower clothing shed in record time. The lust swimming within his piercing eyes flashed as soon as my pussy was exposed to him. A low growl rumbled from his chest.
I expected him to hone in on my clit and go to town. My heart skipped a beat when he redirected toward my inner thigh. As soon as those sharp fangs pierced the delicate skin in the exact same spot as earlier, I jerked. The pain tore through my body with so much heat that my vision went hazy and all of the air was squeezed out of my lungs. I clung to him with every ounce of strength I had. “Are you…going to…do this…every time?” I rasped.
His lips curled into a smirk as he finally pulled away, running his tongue along the wound. “Consider yourself my forever virgin, pet.”
Shivers ripped down my spine as the prince turned his head, allowing his warm breath to brush against my skin in a line leading straight back to my pussy. He latched on my clit without hesitation, immediately starting up with the same suction that had left me wild. I raised my hips with a whimper. “F-Fuck!”
A content hum escaped Asher. He squeezed his hands under my ass and cupped each cheek, keeping me pinned against his mouth.
The tension within my body started to build rapidly and it wasn’t long until the high had me in its clutches. I dug my nails into his scalp. “Don’t stop!” I breathed. “Please!”
To my utter delight, the prince acknowledged my request and slipped in some nibbles that sent me spiraling. With his lips still locked on my clit, he slid a finger inside my pussy. He released a pleased noise when I immediately raised my hips to draw him in further. It wasn’t long until he added a few more fingers and started a frantic thrusting motion.
There wasn’t a chance in hell that I would have the willpower to stifle any noise from escaping my lips. The more he went at my pussy, I found myself emitting a variety of noises that I didn’t think were possible for me. I clung to him while my body started to succumb into a familiar and intoxicating tension. The orgasm ripped through me so fast that red dots scattered my vision, and I completely lost all ability to breathe.
