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“You’re stupid as fuck if you thought he’d do anything but try to steal power from us. He doesn’t want to save you,” Dante says, grabbing my hand and dragging me to him. Locking his fingers through my hair, he manhandles me, yanking my head back to look at him. And damn it, does he look hot as Hell. “Do you understand?”
“Yes...sir,” I whisper.
His eyes flicker with lust. He loved that. And shit. I might’ve just stepped through another one of his magical doors to Kinkland.
“She’s lying again,” Kase says, raising his voice. I expect him to whip my ass with his tail, but he doesn’t. Am I disappointed? Shit. I might be. “Take her ass inside and lock her up. I’m going angel hunting.”
Dante scoops me up, keeping me facing out. His raging boner presses into the sheet, trying to poke its way between my legs. It does nothing to staunch my desire from my unexpected tail rub from Kase. This whole night has been crazy. I might as well just climb aboard the crazy train and see the ride through. Maybe Dante is right and I’ll feel even better. At least it will satiate my curiosity toward these sexual adventures I never in my life dreamed about. The two of them have opened my mind to a new level of delicious freaky kink that I know I’ll embrace. I can feel my acceptance. If my vagina could talk, she’d remind me that I can take a good pounding. And with these sexy devils, I know I’ll get off too.
“Micah might think chains are some sort of punishment, but they’re your reward, pretty soul. You did great,” Dante whispers into my ear. “He won’t be able to resist his nature. I know it doesn’t seem like it, but it drives him crazy that he can’t redeem you. He sees the light of your soul chained by Lucian’s darkness.”
I only nod, because I’m afraid that I can’t control the sound of my voice or how breathy it might be as his cock continues to tease me. On purpose. I know it. He’s still thinking about me and Kase. If this is going to be a constant struggle to keep him from getting envious, I’m going to get exhausted. Kase mentioned the three of us together to help, but damn. Can I survive that?
Dante slams the door to the apartment closed, snapping me out of my threesome fantasy I never thought about having with two men. Adjusting me in his arms, he shifts me from being dangled in front of him to holding me like a blushing bride in his arms. Heat radiates from his skin, and I rest my cheek to his shoulder and breathe against his skin at the nape of his neck. Now that we’re inside, my body relaxes.
We reach his room, and he doesn’t set me on my feet and instead tosses me onto his bed. Now that I’m on it, I realize it’s smaller than Kase’s king bed. Hell, it’s even smaller than a queen. He’s given up a bigger bed to fit a weird chair with straps and what looks like a spot for some sort of sex swing.
Dante lifts the top on a huge chest next to his bed and starts pulling out restraints. I don’t move, my mind finally realizing that he is taking Kase’s order seriously. He’s locking me up by restraining me to his bed.
Sitting on the edge, he snatches me by my wrist and stretches my arm toward the corner of the headboard.
I yank my arm, trying to break away from him, but he tightens his hold enough to make me wince. A leather cuff encircles my wrist, and he adjusts a buckle to secure it. I never knew how exposed I could feel with my arm like this. It’s the strangest thing.
“I thought Kase was joking,” I say, narrowing my eyes at Dante. “Can’t you just slap some fuzzy cuffs on me from your collection on the wall?” I realize I feel more than exposed. I feel vulnerable. Helpless, even.
“No.” Dante moves to my feet and does the same thing with my ankles. He looks like he wants to pull the straps to spread my legs open completely, but Kase calls his name. Sighing, he glances at the open door. “I’ll be back.”
I shake my head. “Don’t you fucking leave me here.”
Ignoring my pleas and anger, Dante abandons me on the bed. He flicks off the light and shuts the door with a soft click. I glower at his absence.
“Dante! You can’t leave me here! I have to go to the bathroom!” I yell, raising my voice. “Don’t think I won’t piss on your bed.” I don’t have to go, and I definitely wouldn’t even if I did, but damn him.
“Do what makes you feel better,” he calls, his voice muffled. “There’s a mattress protector.”
Of course there is.
“Dante!” I yell, thrashing. A blip of fear rises inside me, and I fight against the restraints even though I know it’s pointless. He’s demonic. He wouldn’t have a damn quick release or something like that. “You’re an asshole! I—”
Light glows from the window, and I freeze, snapping my mouth closed. I can sense Micah even before I see him, and I listen to the window scrape as he pries it open. Fear and anger cascade over me, and I fight the restraints again. There is no way Dante and Kase don’t know Micah’s here. They set me up without telling me. The fuckers.
“Raven, don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you. I can’t even come in,” Micah says, his voice whispering through the cracked window. “Can you keep your voice down? I just want to talk. I’d do so telepathically, but your mind won’t let me in.”
“Thank God,” I whisper.
“You mean the devils,” he mutters. “Because of the mark, you have to be receptive to me. Now, please. I want to apologize. You don’t deserve the fate you’ve been given. I wish we had found you sooner.”
“Found me? You weren’t even looking, so don’t give me that bullshit,” I snap, tugging at the restraints again. “Now go away. I don’t trust you and your flaming sword.”
Sighing, Micah sends a gust of his fresh fragrance toward me with a flap of his wings. It blows the curtain over, letting me see his sullen face peeking into the window. He truly is a damn peeping angel. I wonder if they’re all like this.
Light flashes in his dark eyes. “Raven, please. Hear me out—”
“No,” I snap, cutting him off. “I’ve already decided redemption is overrated. Kase and Dante treat me better than anyone else ever has.”
“You’re restrained.”
“It’s a sex kink. I like it. I can’t wait for Dante to come back and do whatever he pleases with me.” I try to remain expressionless, because damn. My mouth needs to speak to my mind before opening. “Now stay away from me, creep. You have five seconds before I call for Dante.”
