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“That’s not the only thing…” My voice was soft.
Nico arched an eyebrow at me. “What else is there to tell us?”
It took everything I had just to force more air into my lungs. Pain trickled through my veins with fresh strength, leaving me to wince. It took Asher’s arms tightening around me for me to find the strength to speak. “He…He could sense me there…in Calianna’s head. He was choking her when I finally managed to break free.”
All it took was a slight shift in the air for Nico’s expression to change. “I’ll call Archer.”
Although the demon lord’s departure from the room caused a heavy silence to settle within the room, it didn’t leave me with the overwhelming sensation to claw at the walls. Even with the prince stiff behind me, struggling to control his rage, his presence brought the exact comforting presence I needed. My frantic emotions were finally getting under control. There was just the infuriating migraine left to deal with.
I didn’t realize Asher had shifted until his palm barely grazed my hair. “You’re very fortunate that you didn’t hit the glass wall on the way down, pet. That small bit of humanity left lingering within you might make healing such a wound difficult.”
“Doesn’t sound like there’s much hope of getting rid of this concussion.” A weary sigh escaped me.
As quickly as his rage had surfaced, it seemed to simmer just as quickly. The prince nudged my hair away so that he could graze the back of my neck with the tips of his fingers. “Nico will be returning with a witch once he’s given Archer updated orders. She will heal the wound so that it is no longer a concern. It will take time, however.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Why’s that?”
“Amara resides in the deepest ring of his pit. It reminds her of home, I suppose.”
Pit? Home? Those two words in the same sentence certainly didn’t make any sense. I shifted on the bed so that I could peer back at the prince with a baffled expression. “You make it sound like Nico’s got his own personal Inferno in his basement.”
The edges of his lips twitched, bringing with it a wave of relief just from the sight of it. “Pet, his pit inspired the Inferno. That is beside the point.”
I arched an eyebrow at him. “I wasn’t aware this part of the conversation had one.”
Those stunning golden eyes flashed, only it didn’t bring with it a fresh wave of rage. The mischievous edge I found myself so addicted to was slowly taking over. Asher leaned forward, that smirk growing. “Just because you’re suffering from a concussion doesn’t mean I won’t take the time to punish that ass of yours for that snarky attitude.”
There was no telling if it was the concussion talking or if the silent threat of punishment excited me. I could feel a pool already collecting beneath me just from the mere suggestion of it and I had no problem poking that bear with a stick. I lifted my chin sharply. The movement alone caused his eyes to narrow, which only encouraged me to take it further. “Would you really punish me when I’m wounded?”
Asher brought his face closer, lowering his voice to a low growl, “Pain makes us stronger, pet. If we’re going to eliminate that little bit of your humanity, you’ll just have to accept that. So yes, I will take you over my knee and slap that ass red until we correct that behavior. I have no problem letting the witch see your punishment.”
My cheeks grew hot as the very idea of someone else witnessing something so personal circled my mind. It was certainly nothing close to Nico watching Asher pry orgasm after orgasm from me, nor was it anything like sucking on the demon lord’s unique cock. Was I against pushing the prince until he yanked me over his knee, running the risk of someone new walking in on us?
Absolutely not.
The prince’s golden eyes narrowed, almost as if he could sense the defiance within me growing stronger. “Quinn Faxiss…”
Delighted chills trickled down my spine when the name of my father — my ancestors — rolled off his tongue with such a breathtaking grace. I released the towel that had been draped around my shoulders, letting it tumble behind me. Goosebumps danced over my skin, yet I didn’t snatch it back up. I simply turned and eased onto his lap, straddling him. “What if I want you to? Demons thrive on pain, right? So show me.”
Asher’s hand lashed out, catching me by the jaw. “Are you attempting to get me to carry it out, pet?”
I ran my tongue along my lower lip, encouraging his golden eyes to drop and follow every single movement I made. “I want you to follow through with your promise.”
His eyebrow rose slightly. “Now is this my…defiant pet talking? Or that concussion of yours?”
I drew back enough so that I could deliver a nip to his hand. “Does it really matter? I’m challenging you, Asher. Show me that you’re willing to punish me no matter the time or the place.”
The prince cocked his head slightly, his upper lip curling just enough to expose his demonic fangs. The sight of them sent strong shivers down my spine. His lips curled into a smirk from my reaction. “Very well, then.” That was all he gave me before he shoved me aside. His fingers curled around my ankles and a quick jerk drew me over his lap.
A loud squeal escaped my lips when he delivered one hell of a slap to my ass. The pain tore through me with so much strength that I was seeing a mixture of red dots and bright stars. It wasn’t something I had ever anticipated enjoying, yet I couldn’t deny that I was hungry for more as soon as that sting started to fade.
Asher didn’t leave me waiting for very long before he smacked me again. “Look at that…” He purred. His hand only lingered on the fresh red mark before he dragged his nails along the delicate skin. It wasn’t long until they brushed against my pussy. As I jolted against him, he slid one inside me. “You do enjoy it. Just a few strikes and you’re already soaking.”
The squeal quickly dissolved into a squeak. My fingers dug into the mattress as he shifted his hand around, grazing that finger all along my pussy walls. “Y-Yes!” I wiggled my hips against his hand, attempting to draw him in as deep as I could.
With me trapped on his lap, the prince had no problem continuing to tease me while he used his spare hand to squeeze my ass. “What’s that, pet? Yes, what?”
I groaned, letting my head drop against the bed. A part of me was grateful the area of impact was located near the back of my head, allowing me to press into the mattress with everything I had. “Yes, I love the pain!” It turns me on like no tomorrow.
