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Even as I speak, more memories flood my mind’s eye. The battles before- my kind and others, driven from our homes, starving and scraping for the smallest morsel. King Asmodeus may be the highest order of asshole, but he saved many of us from a fate worse than death.
“You all are nothing more than dogs for us to tame.” I smirk to cover how much her words affect me.
“You are creatures for us to enjoy and dispose of, as we see fit,” I coldly explain. “Never forget Little One, you live at my mercy. You serve one purpose here, and one purpose only- so if you don’t serve me properly, I have leave to correct that mistake.”
I let the threat hang in the air between us. Let her realize just how much danger she is in, always- how much danger we are both in. Just having this delectable, provoking woman under my roof has already caused unforeseen problems.
I stand, my appetite forgotten. Once again, Anastasia has managed to get my blood pumping, and I feel the need to leave before my baser instincts take control. She rises as well, flinching when my heated eyes lock on her form.
“I-I’ve disturbed you. I should go.”
She moves to scurry past me, quiet and quick- but I am faster. I grip her wrist as she moves away, savoring her startled gasp as the plates she held go crashing to the ground. In a deft movement and step, I have her effectively pinned against the table.
Her eyes are wide, like a cornered animal. The fear that slips from her scent is tantalizing, a sweet wine that is a potent wine to my senses. I give a primal growl, catching her and dragging her to me- my claws gripping her neck leave no room for escape.
Anastasia’s fear rises, heady and rich. It is spiced with something else I can’t identify- yet without why I realize that this is exactly what I have been craving. How easily I am able to become drunk off of this woman- she is becoming an addiction for me.
“That’s better,” I hiss at her reaction, drawing back her collar to reveal my mark. The brand of my fangs is scarring beautifully at the top of her shoulder, catching the glow of the candlelight.
“Much better.”
“Truly a brute, aren’t you?” she bites out, glaring rebelliously. Her insults morph into a stimulating gasp, as I lick the faded wound.
I knew she would be sensitive. That her skin would be supple, and her tongue sharp. She is lucky I am feeling magnanimous after a good meal, else I would punish that insolent tongue with another bite- deeper than the last one.
There will be plenty of time to leave other marks, I remind myself patiently. Even after food, a hunger lingers- I have yet to be satiated. I have wanted this woman for days now, and all that separates our bodies are a few flimsy scraps of clothing.
“You are my plaything, do you understand me?” I hiss against her ear. “My toy. King Asmodeus gifted you to me, to use as I see fit.”
All I can feel is her body, twisting against mine. Her hips tilt, as if trying to break free and run, but my grip at her neck tightens in warning. This woman is calling to dangerous instincts of mine- where the borders of pleasure and pain swirl together.
Valiantly, she struggles in my hold. Her resistance thrills me- just as it did down in the dungeon, only now I will not restrain myself. My control has reached a breaking point- and the brawls last night are practically forgotten, for all the good they have done to cool my ardor.
“Over and over I will use you, Anastasia.” My words carry dark promises that have her body writhing. “Your only purpose from now on is to satisfy me.”
My fangs glide along the pulse in her neck, and render her struggle useless. She stills in my arms, pliant as I trace along her neckline- her hands coming to settle on my bare chest. Without a word, she begins tracing pathways along my scars.
Rarely have I allowed myself such close contact with another being- and the sensation is intoxicating. Her tracing movements are gentle, almost reverent, but firm pressure grounds me in the moment. The taste of her fear lingers in the air, but her strokes are captivating.
She doesn’t try to outmaneuver me as an enemy would, I realize. It is the touch one would give a lover. Shock reverberates though my system at her electric touch- I am reeled by the irresistible combination of her terror and desire.
I must have more- I cannot resist her magnetic touch. Pressing into her palm, I pull her fingers away- yanking her into the press of my body instead. I slant my head to her hers, dragging her into a savage kiss- lashing over her lips with my tongue.
I pour all my frustration from the past few days into this kiss. All of my agitation and bottled fury- I take it all out on her tempting mouth; with deep sweeps of my tongue, and teasing nips across her teeth. Thoughts cast aside, I share all of my stored annoyance in the form of my punishing mouth.
Oh, but the way she yields to my touch is heavenly. Her lips are like blushing fruit, and her taste is delicious. The sweet temptation of her body is calling to me, with curves that threaten to taste even better than her lips.
I can no longer hold back- I am going to take her.
Here and now.
107
ANASTASIA
Volikan lifts me onto the table, his strength allowing him to handle my full form with ease. My body trembles in his arms as he kisses me long and deep- although whether this is from fear or excitement, I can no longer tell.
I should be afraid of this man- terrified of this demon who has me trapped beneath him. For days I have been frightened for my life, and anxious about my situation. My fate is to be condemned as the breeding fodder for this powerful demon.
