Page 88 of Villains and Vengeance
He winks at me, and I realize why there are no dishes at this party.
I’m the dinner!
I struggle in his grasp, eyes finally darting to Maddox, Iron, and Daemon. They all look shocked by Dante’s offer. They didn’t expect it. They don’t want it –me.
I glance around the table again, looking for some way out of this. But nothing comes to mind. All the other demons are practically flexing their fingers, so anxious to get their hands on me. There’s no talking my way out of here. Talking isn’t what they have in mind!
‘Or,’ Dante continues, ‘shall I give her to one of the others to play with?’
Maddox’s clan glance at each other and I see Iron open his mouth, but it’s Daemon who speaks first.
‘I’ll do it,’ he says.
Dante looks pleased. ‘Give us a show.’
Daemon’s eyes glint and he crooks a finger at me. ‘Come here, Victoria.’
I’m set on my feet by Dante and given a shove that sends me a few steps when I don’t move.
‘I can’t scent her under all that blood,’ one of the other incubi complains, ‘but she looks too scared for feeding from. Lull her already. I’m starving!’
When I’m close enough to Daemon, he grabs me and pulls me into him hard, eliciting a squeak from me that the entire table hears.
I’m not sure what he’s going to do, but my body is quivering. He frowns at me.
‘I’m not going to hurt you,’ he promises, but all I can do is shake my head because he hates me.
Of course he’s going to hurt me.
His hands cup my face, hiding it from the others’ views. In fact, the only ones I can see now are Maddox and Iron watching in my periphery.
‘We all know the lull won’t work on you,’ he murmurs low. ‘Would you rather it was me who does it, or one of the demons youdon’tknow?’
Neither scenario is ideal, but Daemon is my only lifeline.
I close my eyes and let out my breath. ‘You.’
‘Get on with it!’ comes a growl from across the table. ‘Lull the bitch.’
Daemon’s eyes flash and he looks past me. ‘I don’t lull my food,’ he snarls.
Then his face gentles. ‘Focus on me,’ he says. ‘No one else is here.’
I try. One of them jeers behind me. I open my eyes and twist to look, but he pulls me back.
‘Focus, baby. If I can’t do it, one of the others will.’
I nod shakily, trying again to block out the noise as his hands caress down my arms.
‘Close your eyes.’
I do as he says, and he turns me around to face the table. He takes my manacled wrists and loops them over his neck, settling me on his lap.
He opens my legs and I tense as one of his hands goes up the inside of the shirt to find a breast and the other cups my core. His hands move in tandem, one hand kneading my tit and plucking at my nipple and the other rubbing my mound in small circles until I shift on his knee, wanting something more despite the audience.
The others at the table are silent now, but I don’t really notice because all of my attention is on Daemon and what he’s doing.
I wanted him the night I met him.
