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When he was calm—if it could be called that—he would take his time or add just enough pleasure and pain to make my head spin.
And then there were days like this one. He was sitting in one of the high-backed chairs and busying himself with an air-pad, sorting through a small pile of documents on the end table beside him.
I promptly gave up on being nosey when I couldn’t make sense of anything he was looking at. Back on the bed, I lay on my side and studied him, not unusual for me.
There was no denying my curiosity when it came to Reyes, just as I couldn’t shake the odd feeling of familiarity the more time I spent in his presence.
“You are so petulant, Duvessa,” he intoned, finally reacting to my exasperated sighing.
“I am not. I’m restless, Reyes. I have questions you won’t answer, and I’ve been in this room for gods know how long. When do you plan on letting me out? When are you going to tell me what your big plan is for my people? When am I—”
He sat his air-pad to the side and settled his gaze on me. “Pick one question you want to be answered, and I’ll answer it.”
I rolled to my stomach and then sat up on my knees, eyes narrowing in suspicion.
“Just one?”
His dark brows rose, causing me to backpedal quickly. One response was all I needed to be able to find the remaining answers on my own.
“When can I leave this room?”
“I’ll have the seamstress bring in your wardrobe tomorrow.”
“You’ve got a wardrobe on standby?”
“Yes, but I prefer you naked or in the chemise. Saves lots of time when I want nothing more than to bend you over and fuck you for a few hours.”
I refrained from gaping at him—barely. “Are you telling me I didn’t have to stay locked in here?”
“You think I was keeping you prisoner in our bedroom? Duvessa, all you needed to do was open the door.”
I shook my head side to side. “No. I did try to open the door, multiple times. It was locked.”
He grinned at me, showing two rows of perfect white teeth and receded fangs, disrupting the rhythm in my chest.
I’d yet to figure out what exactly Reyes was. From what I could tell thus far, he truly was a mixture of supes.
It was as if whoever bio-engineered him had tossed every type of gene and DNA there was together and hoped for the best. Hard to as it was to believe he was even alive, he was very much a living, breathing creature.
His lips were soft, his golden skin smooth and so warm that sometimes it felt like I was sleeping beside a furnace. His eyes were expressive often when his face was not. And then there was the massive cock between his legs that he used to fuck me daily.
“Are you done?”
I blinked, feeling a blush creep across my face. I hadn’t meant to stare so openly.
“I love it when you look at me,” he replied to yet another of my many thoughts.
Whether he could read my mind or our pairing just gave him a better understanding of my feelings was still something I was trying to figure out. He was an enigmatic mystery in a multitude of ways.
“So you mean to tell me I could have simply opened the door and walked out?” I asked, bringing us back to my question.
“You could have opened the door and told Dylan you were ready to leave. Walk around dressed in a scrap of silk for all to see? No. That would be an excellent way to get half my men slaughtered.”
I raised my brows this time.
“That’s a bit…”
“Possessive? Territorial? I’m not ashamed of that. You’re mine. No one else will ever see you the way I do.”
There seemed to be a double meaning in his words, but he didn’t elaborate.
“But you trust Dylan?”
“That’s different.”
“How? Is Dylan not a male?”
He did that freakishly fast movement and was directly in front of me on my next blink. As many times as he’d done this, you would think I was used to it, but that was far from the case.
I fell back onto my ass and glared up at him. “I wish you’d stop doing that.”
He brushed off my grievance by reaching down and cupping the side of my face.
His touch should have repulsed me. I should have hated him for what he’d done, but I didn’t. That was evident in the way I leaned into his touch. I could have easily blamed the demon practically purring in my chest, but if anything, that part of me intensified the feelings.
“I love the sight of you in my bed,” he crooned, moving his hands to my thighs, easing them apart and slowly skimming around to the globes of my ass.
