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My attention landed on Lust, who was chuckling in the chaos. Recalling our game, I began pounding on Wrath’s back. “Put me down!”
The demon prince didn’t respond, not that I expected him to. Wrath was focused only on his sin as he swiftly removed us from the gaming hall, where shouts were still ringing out and the violent, unnatural blizzard swirled within that chamber. Snowflakes kissed my bare skin, so cold they felt like little nips. Wrath truly was a force of nature.
Using supernatural speed, he had us back in our room before I knew it.
He gently set me on my feet and paced away, his fury lashing out. I hid my grin. Our plan worked beautifully. Wrath’s sin had ruined one of Greed’s gaming rooms, and we got information on Vesta. Overall, it was a wild success. Though the poor duke would claim otherwise.
“Well?” I asked. “Do you think it was a believable scene?”
It had to be—Vittoria’s life depended on it.
Wrath slowly turned from where he’d magicked the room to conceal our voices, his attention raking over me. He did, indeed, look like a feral animal whose leash just snapped and was testing for any new cage. My heartbeat quickened, and not in fear. I’d wished to provoke him into action. And he certainly looked primed and ready to act. His arousal strained against his trousers, and the way he was staring at me, like he’d devote himself to wringing pleasure from my body for hours on end, made me ache for him all over again.
“Did you enjoy the show, your majesty?” Holding his gaze, I pivoted in place, making sure the pearl tassels swished against my backside. “You could have at least allowed the poor duke to finish. The nobility at the table was enjoying his performance.”
“Emilia.” It didn’t sound like a warning as much as a plea. One more step, and he’d be as gone as I was.
“Was I wicked enough to fool a prince of Hell?” I ran my hands over my barely there top, allowing one strap to fall down. “Better yet… was I wicked enough to entice the devil?”
Wrath cursed gods I’d never heard of as I sauntered closer. He looked like he was a breath away from pouncing. I practically felt the tension snapping between us, and I leaned into it.
Wrath took a small step toward me, his gaze locked onto mine. The hunter had come out to play. “Tell me you want this.”
My attention ran over him, slowly and thoroughly. I hadn’t forgotten that anger acted as an aphrodisiac to him. Hadn’t forgotten how it also made me feel.
“Right now, I want the demon, not the prince. Show me why they call you the Wicked.” I grabbed his shirt and tugged him to me, my lips hovering above his. “And don’t you dare hold back.”
SIX
Wrath had meagainst the wall before I drew my next breath. He fingered the pearls of my top, his breath hot against the back of my neck as he roughly ground his hips against me. “If you change your mind—”
I spun around and cut him off with a violent kiss. “Stop again, even for asecond, and I promise we’ll test your fondness for knife play, demon.”
Wrath’s answering smile promised deviance. He gently stroked my breasts over the pearl top until they grew heavy and ached for more.
“This top.” His fingers curled around a strand, his warm, bare skinalmostbrushing mine. I never hated a piece of clothing more. “Needs to go.”
The prince’s grip tightened on the strand, and he yanked, the pearls bouncing across the floor as my top broke apart. He allowed his gaze to slowly peruse my eyes, my lips, and every inch of my body until he’d reached the floor and dragged it back up. I loved when he looked at me like that. Like I was the beginning and end of each of his fantasies. He certainly was mine.
“You are absolutely devastating.” He dipped his head, kissing his way down my neck, not stopping until he’d cupped one of my breasts and sucked it into his mouth, his teeth scraping ever so lightly. I leaned against the wall, my hands traveling down his powerful arms, holding him close as he lathed his tongue over the sensitive peak.
“Wrath.” I writhed against him, unable to stand the slow, expert flicking of his tongue. My body was drenched and ready. “I want you. So bad I can’t think straight.”
He pressed openmouthed kisses to my other breast, laughing quietly as I gripped his hair and held on. “When I saw you on that idiot’s lap, soaking wet and nearly coming, I wanted to fuck you right there. In front of the whole damned court.”
The way he growled, low and rough like his very un-princelike words, set my blood on fire. I pressed against him, needing to feel him as I went up on my toes and whispered, “I would have let you.”
Wrath’s lips crashed against mine, the kiss neither sweet nor tender. It was animalistic and wild. A claiming and battle for domination. Tonight, we’d complete the physical part of our marriage bond, and Wrath did not want a submissive queen. He longed for an equal. Just as I did.
I broke away from our kiss, then licked up the column of his throat, pleased when he released a string of curses and roughly ground his hips against mine again, his length as hard as granite. He buried his face in my neck, kissing and sucking until a breath hissed out of me.
He drew back and brushed a loose strand of hair away from my face, like he was checking to make sure this was real. “I spent that whole time thinking about what I’d like to do.” One large, calloused hand traveled along my left side, slowly sliding over my hip, down my thigh, until he reached the back of my knee and hoisted me up against him. “Imagining how you’d feel. The sounds you’d make. When I murdered that bastard, spread your legs, and pounded into you. Right there on that fucking table.”
His tantalizing words, the heat and desire in his eyes. It was too much.
“Please. I need you inside me. Now.” I ripped at the stays of his trousers, slipped my hand inside the material, and began to play.
“Emilia.”
