Page 117 of Taken By Touch and Torment

“What will you give me in return?” he asked. “Make it interesting, or you won’t come for a week.”

My eyes trailed down to his soft stroke of his cock. What could I offer Rune sexually that he’d find interesting? My mind spun, but none of my ideas seemed sufficient. And I was so not offering my unclaimed hole.

“You have thirty seconds.”

I’d never hated anyone more.

“Remove the attitude from that pretty face or I’ll paint it with my cum and refuse to let you clean it off for the rest of the day.”

My eyes rounded. Rune appeared utterly delighted that he’d managed to shock the succubus. The irony was that he had always been far more demonic.

Frustration and panic clouded my mind. All I knew was the crushing weight of my own desire. Another beautiful irony.

He didn’t say the offer needed to be sexual. My lips tugged down as I concentrated. What did Rune want from me? What lay unfulfilled, a lacking that, if met, was guaranteed to make him fall?

Realization struck, and I had my answer.

“I’ll sing for you.”

47

SCARLETT

Rune’s mask of dominance dropped, and he pulled me to my feet. He smiled, brushing my messy hair behind my ears.

“Scarlett, baby, you’ve sold yourself short,” he said softly. “You could’ve convinced me to trade my castle to hear your angelic voice one more time.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for future negotiations.” My heart hammered, as if I’d offered him a limb instead. The prospect of singing for just one person sent a shock of stage fright through my system. Even if it was only Rune.

Or maybe because it was Rune.

“Then again, is that not what you already traded for my writing?” Rune asked, trailing his fingers across my collarbone and down my shoulder before dropping his hand.

I straightened. Oh, gods. He was right.

He chuckled. “Your poor little heart. Calm down, baby. You’ve still earned your reward.”

I released the breath I’d been holding. He left me standing there for a moment as he grabbed a pillow and set it on the carpet below us. To my surprise, he was the one to lay down, resting his head on the red cushion as he looked up at me through dark lashes.

“Scarlett darling, be a good girl and sit on my face.”

I nearly gasped. Do what now?

Rune chuckled, making a come-hither motion with his fingers that had my pussy aching. The scorch on my skin had nothing to do with the roaring fireplace.

My pace was slow as I approached him, and the stage fright anxiety was slow to dissipate. Rune was infuriatingly, devastatingly gorgeous as he tracked my every movement—his dark, nearly black hair brushing the top of his forehead, his smirk resting in the middle of brutally masculine edges and hollows. Everything about him was a trap. Enticing enough to catch even the most ruthless sex demon.

How the hell had I been the one to shoulder all the blame for our shared obsession when he looked like that?

When he looked at me like that?

“Now, Little Flame,” he commanded, his voice gravelly as his eyes devoured my nude form. “Let your jealous God show you just how devotedly he worships you.”

That was our dynamic, summarized in a sentence. Rune didn’t demand my submission by breaking me or enforcing unearned respect and obedience. No, Rune earned the power I gave him. We worshipped each other. He demanded I gave him all of myself because he had already given me all of him.

I took a deep breath and straddled Rune. He grinned, his shadows coiling possessively around my legs. I shuddered at the way he looked at me, like he’d never cherished anything more. But also like he was starving. His eyes lowered from my face to my pussy.

“Ride my tongue until you come,” he instructed. “Do not be shy, little demon. Close your eyes and imagine that violence and divine vengeance that got you so worked up. I want to taste your viciousness, your sweet, merciless wrath. I want my face wet with your darkness. I want to fucking drown in it.”

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