Page 20 of Carnal Heart
Demon smirks. “Ryker and Ares skipped out on Praeda today.”
I choke on my own spit. “They fucking know what you’re doing to me?”
His smile grows. “Don’t worry, Doll. I’m sure they’ll be watching too.”
My heart races.
“Who gave you those scars?” he asks suddenly, and I look away in shame. “Tell me, pretty fire, who gave you those scars?”
“Remy,” I whisper.
He curses and storms to the other side of the room. Pulling out his multi-slate, he places a call. Fear races through me. I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone. He’s going to kill me. He almost did exactly that the night he gave me these scars. He almost killed me. And the sudden fear that someone else knows means he’llbe back to finish the job. Tears spill from my eyes as anger boils through me.
“Have you decided?” someone asks through the speaker.
“Balthazar!” Devyn barks. “It’s done. Remy Lombardi is a fucking dead man.”
The other Black Hart chuckles darkly. “Any preferences?”
“Dealer’s choice. Just make sure he’s dead.” With that, Devyn ends the call. My eyes widen as a huge boulder is lifted from my shoulders. Did that just happen? I stare at the Black Hart in front of me with awe. He can’t hurt me anymore. Remy can’t fucking hurt me anymore. If it was anyone else, I might try to call it off, but after finding Remy’s plan to run a sex trafficking ring, I don’t give a shit what happens to him.
Suddenly, the need to be filled and claimed by this man is so strong, and I can’t tell if it’s because of the oil infused in my skin or the fact this man is apparently willing to kill for me.
I think it’s a little bit of both.
“Demon,” I whine. “I need you to fuck me.”
Devyn’s head whips back toward me, and his eyes darken with lust. “So eager,” he laughs. “But not eager enough.”
Demon flips on the camera on the holo pad, and the video goes live. He walks back over to me and that’s when I notice the vial in his hand. More of the aphrodisiac oil. He unscrews the cap and pours it all over my cock, my balls, my nipples, and my stomach.
I whine, trying to thrust my hips into the air.
“That’s it. Burn for me, little doll.”
Slowly, he pulls out the plug, and I’m left with this needy, empty sensation.
“Remember when you said you like the idea of just lying there?”
I nod.
“Are you going to be a good little doll and let me fuck you?”
“Oh fuck,” I whisper, thrusting my hips into the air, desperate to feel any pressure on my cock.
He smacks my thigh. “Dolls don’t move, remember?”
I whine, but hold myself perfectly still. The effect of the oil is driving me wild with lust. Ineedto come. Fuck. I’m already on a hair trigger, but I want to be good for Demon.
“Now, do you remember your safe word, Doll?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “It’s red.”
He smirks. “That’s right. And good little dolls don’t speak,” he says before slapping a piece of tape over my mouth and thrusting his cock into my hole.
He pounds into me with a wild force that leaves me a moaning mess. I know my arms aren’t bound, so I could remove the tape to use my safe word if I needed to, but there’s something about letting myself feel helpless that I’m leaning into. Just the idea that he took it away from me only makes this hotter.
“Such a pretty little fuck toy. So eager to be obedient for me. So eager to be owned.” He laughs wildly. “Look at you. You love being helpless. Maybe someday we’ll play with the idea of dollification.”
