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I should have known better than to give this man ammo when full penetration was off the table for the time being. As soon as those piercing eyes flashed, I could feel my cocky behavior faltering. Oh, shit.
Just because I had been brought into a demon’s home and fully embraced by their world didn’t mean that I had gotten used to all of the abilities they seemed to have. One being the blurring speed that Asher had no problem using against me. His hand lashed out, grabbing the cushioned stool from the corner and yanking it closer so he could sit down. With an iron grip on my throat, he brought me down with him and left me sprawled across his lap.
A loud squeal escaped me when he smacked my ass with enough force that the skin struck stung for a full minute afterward. The lingering sensation could only mean there was a nice handprint standing out on my skin that I would be feeling for several long days and he would do everything he could to remind me that it was there.
Every strike he delivered to my ass left it even more on fire and the shop was flooded with my mewling noises. If that wasn’t enough, the strong smell of my pussy dripping was certainly going to haunt the changing rooms for a long time. It was only getting worse when I could feel Asher’s cock harden beneath me until it was pressing against my abdomen.
Fucking hell. As soon as the task revolving around sex got dealt with, I needed to ensure we repeated this scenario but with the desired ending my body desperately needed. Still, every smack he delivered brought enough sting to where it acted like an orgasm in its own way. I shifted slightly so that I could shove my hand underneath me, seizing that large bulge.
The prince jolted as soon as my fingers attempted to dig into his pants. “Quinn Faxiss…” he warned.
“Asher Alessio Aeternus,” I rasped.
Again, big mistake.
Again, I didn’t give a damn about the consequences. Especially not when he shifted underneath me, his hand delivering one more slap that sent red dots scattering my vision shortly before he thrust his fingers back inside my pussy. His hand had grazed my pussy often enough to where my clit was on fire and the thrusting sensation quickly threw me right back onto that mountain that I enjoyed. The orgasms ripped through me back to back until the room was starting to spin around me.
If it wasn’t for the fact that we were currently at the back of his cousin’s store with the entire bottom half of me lacking clothing, I would have accepted that lovely abyss with open arms. The migraine when I regained consciousness was slowly becoming less of a problem, so the idea of fainting from his torment had become even more appealing. Still, there were far too many tourists outside that didn’t need to see my raw ass.
Asher stopped just shy of me succumbing. He gave me a few minutes to regain my breathing while he continued flicking a finger gently against my clit. “Such a stubborn pet,” he mused. “I suppose I’ll have to start getting creative with your punishments.”
Fucking hell. Wording a promise like that was enough to leave my juices trailing down my leg.
He spoke softly to himself in his native tongue while he reached out of the stall long enough to retrieve the torn pair of leggings. With a few quick movements, he managed to wipe my pussy dry before he eased me off his lap. “Get dressed. We have a reservation to get to.”
I remained on the floor while I delivered the best glare that I had. “When in the hell did you have time to make a reservation?”
Those golden eyes flashed while the edges of his lips twitched. “While you were changing, of course. Now get dressed. I’d like to show off my queen to this city.” Easing off the stool, Asher left the changing stall.
Defiance was absolutely no fun when the prince wasn’t around to bear witness to it — and offer promises of more punishments should I refuse to heed his command. Using the stool to rest my weight on, I reluctantly eased off the floor and retrieved the fresh pair of leggings from where he’d dropped them. My entire ass ached with every movement I made, which essentially squeezed out a mixture of pained hisses and soft groans.
There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that the bastard could hear every single one and he had a smirk painted on his face.
True to my gut feeling, I found those lips curled into a coy smile when I emerged from the back with my entire body now covered. The fact that my movements were slow didn’t help my case at all. I scowled, choosing to lean on the edge of the counter while Emersyn finished bagging up all the clothes she’d found for me.
Asher planted a credit card on the counter once the last article of clothing had gone in.
Her pale blue eyes dropped to it before she flung the best glare I’d ever seen at him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Paying you,” he fired back without missing a beat.
The demon immediately slid it back toward him. “The hell you are. You’re family and so is she. Consider it a gift.”
Asher’s piercing golden eyes narrowed into thin slits. He didn’t make a move toward that card. “That doesn’t mean I’m not going to ensure you’re paid for what you sold today, Syn. You closed up your shop to ensure this experience went as smoothly as it could for Quinn. I won’t tolerate you taking a loss on profit.” He gestured down at the card. “Use it.”
I peered between them as the pair entered a tense staredown, although neither of them had an ounce of rage lurking within their aura. It seemed closer to a typical sibling argument that was worth the front row seats for.
Emersyn responded by slamming a hand down on the glass while jabbing at the register. A loud ding echoed off the shop walls, the drawer flying out before she slapped it shut. As the receipt paper started printing out, she flashed a victorious smirk at the prince. “I don’t do this for the money and you know it. All I ask is to be invited to the wedding.”
“You’re a pain in my ass, Emersyn.” My demon responded with a low growl.
“And you’re a thorn in my side, but I love you anyway.” Her grin grew. Tying the top together, she slid the large bag toward him. “Now go tell Dario I said hi. Tell the fucker he still owes me some tiramisu. I will be stopping by tomorrow to collect it.”
If it wasn’t for Aydin pulling up along the curb outside, there was no doubt in my mind that Asher would have been content to keep the argument going for a little longer. The sun reflecting off the SUV’s paint job was enough to attract his attention and squeeze an irritable growl out of him. “Tell him yourself, Syn.” Grabbing the bag off the counter, he gestured for me to follow.
Her expression shifted into a pleased, angelic grin. “Pleasure to see you again, cousin!” Those stunning pale eyes flickered in my direction and she offered a wink. “It was also rather delightful to meet you, Quinn. If my cousin fails to take care of you properly…”
“Emersyn.” The jealous edge leaked into Asher’s voice, squeezing a snicker out of her.
