Page 111 of Demonic Cage
I frown. He left barely an hour ago, and I was still asleep then. He usually doesn’t come back until the afternoon, to take me for training.
“Sylla’s eyes saw fog. Go with Kripot and find out what is happening!”
I look back at Nárs… or rather, Lizander. The commander pinches his nose as he takes control of his mind. He massages the area around his eyes, first looking at his purple fingers, then disdainfully at me. I mumble an apology, and he stands up with a sigh, nods to Darya, and leaves the room.
Darya raises an eyebrow at the makeup kits spread out across his room. I used to dream of having a collection this big. How simple it would be to want such things again.
Darya steps closer and kisses my thick, dark purple lips, making sparks shoot across my skin. He growls into my mouth, and I almost collapse.
With his finger, he tilts my chin up to make me look at him.
“How long will you deny how much you desire me, even when my blood isn’t in you?”
It’s still too early for Darya’s blood to leave me completely, but I can think clearly.
“I’m not denying anything,” I say softly, looking at Darya’s pale lips.
“Let me rephrase. How long will you deny that you’re so wet that I could enter you without any preparation right now?”
I bite my lip.
“I’m not going to sleep with you, Darya.”
“Yet.”
“Never.”
“There’s no problem with my tongue, right?” He smiles darkly.
For two weeks, he hasn’t questioned me, only given me his blood and done whatever he wanted with me. WhateverIwanted. I thought we could go on like this for a while longer.
“You enjoy how,” he continues, his hand gently gripping my throat, “every night you come in my mouth?”
The area between my legs trembles, but I try to stay firm. I don’t dare to speak because I can’t deny it, but I don’t want to confirm it either.
“You enjoyed it…” he whispers, pushing me back. The table digs into my ass, and I hiss, “…when you were above me on the throne?”
Since then, Darya hasn’t done anything like that, only in his bed.
“Not that I’m complaining. Do you know how hard it is for me to resist then?” he asks, and through my thin clothing, his hand grips my breast. I moan softly.
“Resist killing me?”
“Exactly. We don’t stay with humans. Every demonic part of me wants to tear you apart at that moment,” he says, and the threat tenses all my muscles. “But maybe, if you ask nicely and accept that anything could happen, I’d make an exception.”
“To die during sex,” I say flatly, “is a tempting offer, but no thanks.”
He laughs.
“I would heal you.”
My eyes widen in concern and I try to pull away, but Darya grips my ass. A moan escapes me as excitement creeps in alongside the fear.
“Let me go, Darya!”
“Not yet,” he says, and the hand on my breast slides down into my pants. I inhale sharply, but don’t dare move; he hasn’t retracted his claws.
“You fucking…” I have to bite off the end of my outburst because his hand presses against the sensitive area, and he laughs with satisfaction.
