Page 16 of Prince of Ruin
His hand curled around the base of her throat in a silken threat. “Yes.” His lips brushed against her cheek. “You do. You’re so fucking pretty. Just like her. This lying mouth is just like hers—”
“I’m not lying—”
“You’re full of shit,” he growled, his thumb caressing her carotid.
Her heart burst into thunderous applause, but then the pressure was easing. The threat was gone, no more than a silken whisper as his hand stroked lower, palm scraping against the silk that covered her breast.
Sera shivered. She’d volunteered for this mission—if Azazel had managed to get his hands on one of the shattered remnants of Michael’s blade, then he couldn’t be allowed to surrender it to Lucifer’s forces—but maybe some part of her had also wanted to see what became of him.
Or maybe she wanted to know if what she’d felt all those years ago was just a trick of her memory.
“Beg me for mercy,” he breathed.
“Is that what you want? You want to see her beg? Do you want her on her knees? Do you want her dead? Or do you just want her under your thumb?” Sera bit her lip, arching into his touch. Here came the dangerous part…. “What if I could be her, just for one night? What if you could do to me everything that you wanted to do to her?”
His fingers stilled.
He spun her around.
Captured her chin in one hand.
And a daring, reckless thought speared through her. “I could be, you know? I could be anything you want me to be. Would you like that? Would you like me to be her?” Another twinge.Just this once….“I would.”
And then she pushed forward and kissed him.
It shocked him.
He stilled beneath her mouth.Him. The demon who’d broken a thousand hearts, and ruined hundreds of others. She didn’t want to think of those others. She knew what he’d become. What she’d made of him. She knew it, and in this moment she didn’t care. Because this moment—crystalline and clear—belonged to her.
Hebelonged to her.
Everything she’d never been able to take.
All her long-secret desires, bursting free of her chest in a dizzying rush.
Sera’s hand slid behind his neck and then she hauled his face toward her, their mouths clashing as the resistance in him died.
It was ayes.
His tongue thrust inside her mouth, and suddenly the tables were turned. She wasn’t the one in control of any of this. Hard hands captured her hips, and then his fingers dug in, leaving bruises. He hauled her against him until she could feel the brutish weapon in his slacks grinding against her.
It broke her concentration. Sera gasped against his mouth, struggling to keep her balance. This body might have come with an entire new set of instructions and strange desires, but she’d never given into it. There’d never been anyone that made her heart skip a beat, like he did. She was as virgin as they came, and this was the first time she’d come face-to-face with a cock, so to speak. Desire burst to life within her like an explosion, stirred by the lash of his tongue. It was overwhelming. An assault of the senses. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. She just wanted some sort of ending to this tension within her. It felt like her skin contained every inch of raw desire until she wanted to burst.
Or maybe that was just her heart, skipping beats like a schoolgirl jumping rope, and the fact she was finally fucking kissing him.
Azazel’s hand slid over her ass and he hauled her against him. Grinding there, hard flesh digging into the slickness between her thighs.
He broke the kiss and shoved her back on the desk, his eyes blazing.
Sera gasped as she stared up at him. “What are you—?”
“Like I said….” His smile was cruel. “It ended. Badly. Innocence is a mirage. Love is a lie. And betrayal is the kiss of death. Even a demon can be fooled.Once.”
The word was a knife through the room.
He knelt on the desk between her thighs, leaning forward onto his knuckles. “So don’t get your hopes up, sweetheart. I don’t believe in mercy.” Fingertips stirred the hem of her skirt higher, until her breath caught. “But maybe you can earn it. Up.”
She barely dared think her way through the motion.
