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Perhaps he read my mind because he growled and tightened his hold on my hair, dragging me up by it. The pain made me cry out and I welcomed it.

I regained my footing, stumbling into him. He held me against his chest, breathing hard. I buried my nose in his neck and inhaled. My sex was still throbbing. I dragged my hips over his half hard erection, groaning. His hands stilled the motion, cutting me off from the pleasure I was desperate for.

“Did you like your reward?” His voice was low and rough.

“Yes.”

“Good. Now that you’ve had something to eat, I find that I’m famished. Stay here. Don’t speak, just stay.” I blinked in confusion as he walked away, fixing his pants as he went. He unlocked the door and said something to the guards. Then he walked past me, back into the sitting area, acting as though nothing had happened.

Chapter 16

Mina

Through clenched teeth I said, “Is this another test?” My irritation was quickly morphing into anger. I watched as Rixon picked at the tray of food on the table. He’d shocked me by calling for food, rather than going down to dine with the rest of his courtiers.

I’d watched as his taste-tester tried each item to his satisfaction, before departing. The male had only eyed me briefly, confusion on his features at the sight of me standing in the middle of the room, shackled. He smartly said nothing before departing.

My stomach chose that moment to let out a loud growl.

Rixon stopped, a bite of potatoes halfway to his mouth, and set the fork down. “You offered me complete control, Lady Witch. I want to see if you meant it.”

“I get it. You’re out to prove a point.”

“No, I’m waiting for you to show me that you’re truly in this. So far, I’m skeptical.”

Fine, he had a point. I had balked at each of his decisions for the past three hours. I just didn’t like being ignored, that was all. But, I suppose that was the point he was trying to make.

Sighing, I relaxed my shoulders and lifted my chin, pressing my lips together. He eyed me a moment longer, then went back to eating. He had the same book he’d been reading earlier. I couldn’t make out the title from this distance. Probably another mystery, given how fond of them he was.

I tried my best not to shift from foot to foot as I waited.

“Come here,” he finally ordered. I nearly sagged with relief. He scooted back slightly, tapping his lap. I was all too eager to take a seat. I noticed only a third of the tray had been cleared. He loved feeding me. Even like this, I didn’t think he could resist the temptation.

“Eat, love.” His voice was soft. I was rewarded when he lifted the fork to my mouth and commanded me to open. The potatoes, vegetables, and chicken tasted divine, whether because I felt half-starved or because he was the one feeding me, I couldn’t say. He tore small chunks of bread, dipping each one in sauce before placing them between my lips. I grazed the tip of his fingers with my teeth, hoping to tempt him to take this further.

He shifted me on his lap until I felt the hard press of his length against my backside. “Careful,” he warned. He nuzzled my neck, inhaling deeply while I chewed. “I like taking care of you. You know this.”

“Yes,” I managed after swallowing. He was ready with another bite.

It felt like our game was on pause, and I was slightly relieved about it.

When I couldn’t take anymore, I whispered, “I’m full.”

“Very well.” He set the fork down.

Trying my luck, I turned to him and chased his lips. He placed a finger over mine, tsking. “That isn’t how this works.”

I groaned in frustration. “Please,” I begged. “Please just kiss me and fuck me. Or hurt me and fuck me. Or just hurt me. Something. Please, Rixon. You’re in control. You have the power to do whatever you want to me.”

He made a warning sound in the back of his throat, but I could tell he liked the reminder. My eyes darted to the table and I pictured him bending me over it, pictured him taking me and claiming me right here. He’d done things like that before. I always loved the compromising position. My core clenched and I shifted, trying to rub against his cock, trying to find friction to ease the ache⁠—

“Get up.” There was a dark edge to his voice that had me instantly scrambling off his lap. “Follow me.”

He led me into the sleeping chamber. My breaths came faster. He walked over to the wardrobe and began rustling around inside. “Lay on the bed.” His voice came out muffled. I eagerly complied, situating myself in the middle for him.

When he appeared, he had several belts in hand. My heart kicked up a notch and I wetted my lips, watching him. The demon in me reared to life. My eyes blackened, veins spreading across my flesh. Rixon watched the change, momentarily motionless. “Good. Let it out to play. I want you wild and feral for me, little demon.”

The bed dipped beneath his weight as he crawled over me, taking hold of the chain between my shackles and securing my wrists over my head, tying them to the headboard. He did my ankles next, spreading me until I was fully confined. A silken gold gown was draped over my body, making me look like a prize to be devoured. His eyes flashed over the fabric and he made a humming sound. “That won’t do.”