Page 105 of Demonic Cage
I swallow hard, doing as he says. I understand what he means. I am above them. Above the demons, on the throne with their king, who until now has not allowed anyone to approach us, not even Léthé. Maybe no one has ever reached his throne. And this. This is power.
I nod, and Darya begins to circle gently with his finger, causing me to tilt my head back again. It’s agonizingly slow, and I move my hips, prompting a soft laugh from him as he pulls me closer.
“Patience, little champion,” he says, softly kissing my neck, causing me to whimper.
I have no patience, but I can’t move either. Darya pulls me firmly towards him with his other hand, and I feel his arousal against my waist.
“Darya…”
And his finger is inside me again. I cry out, but the sound is drowned out by the music. I’m dangerously close to bursting, letting go of everything. Darya kisses my neck, whispers in my ear in that intriguing language, and I don’t know where it comes from, but I say it:
“Kir,” I whisper, and Darya grins.
I just blink, not knowing where that word came from, but Darya laughs contentedly and picks up the pace so quickly that I scream.
“Come, Lotte. Come in my arms, where you belong.”
And I collapse.
The orgasm is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s as if I’ve given something to Darya, and each scream just validates this sacrifice.
I slump onto Darya, who kisses my forehead.
“Good girl,” he sings into my ear.
I look at him, his lips dripping with his own blood. He strokes my hair, and my eyes slowly close.
His marble skin is icecold. The music is rhythmic. The monsters’ howls are homey.
I was wrong. Darya’s blood ismuchbetter than the drugs.
I am hungover. My eyes scatter golden sparks as every memory returns. Darya’s face between my legs. Darya’s hand between my legs. Darya’s threats.
Darya, Darya, Darya.
What the hell happened to me? His blood is better than a drug.
I blink, and the body beneath me rises. I tense up.
I wanted a distraction, but the guilt hits me hard. It’s a good thing Darya said no, otherwise…
No. He’s not going to blame this on me, too. Anger crawls up my spine. Who the hell takes advantage of a drugged girl?
A monster.
I look at Darya lying next to me.Under me. He’s dreaming peacefully.
I clench my fist.
I don’t want him now. Or rather, I do. I desire him, but still…
He took advantage of me.
A guttural growl escapes my throat, and I pounce on Darya, punching him in the face. He immediately becomes alert, grabbing both my hands.
“You sure know how to wake someone up,” he grumbles sleepily.
“I’m going to kill you!” I snarl, and knee him in the groin.
