Page 31 of Dark Captivation

He barely touched me, and my senses went into hyperdrive. Maybe being alone with him so soon wasn’t the best idea. I could go toe to toe with the best of them, but the tall, domineering demon beside me was an all-new breed.

His smoldering eyes flickered down to mine, a questioning look igniting within them. “Are you afraid to go into the sky box alone with me? Despite the fact that I have fangs, I wouldn’t bite you. Not unless you wish for it.”

Warm desire rolled off his lips like steam, my eyes lingering on his long thick fangs. My pussy quivered from the thought of any part of him sinking into me.

“Scared? Who said anything about fear? Is it strange that I would be hesitant to enter a dark lonely room with a man I barely know?”

“But that's why we’re here. I want to help you to reclaim your memories of us. Deep inside you somewhere, I know you still remember me.” His fingers combed through my hair, the pad of his thumb caressing my lips.

His gaze lowered to my neck and chest, lingering there like he longed to see what laid beneath my dress.

Whispers drew my attention to the line. Demons and demonesses smiled brightly, gazing up at Malek with the rosy cheeked reverence usually reserved for gods. It reminded me that accessible as he made himself to me, he was anything but an average male.

A few of them cautiously drew closer, seemingly wanting to talk to him.

Before they could get too close, Malek’s arm encircled my waist, and he escorted me over to the skyboxes entrance.

Dipping his head to the men at the door, we crossed the threshold into a dark velvet curtained tunnel.

“That wasn’t nice. You should have stuck around and said hello to your people,” I said as we started up the long spiral staircase.

“Just because they're demons, doesn’t mean they're mine,” he muttered. It was cryptic and in a tone that didn’t seem as jolly as he’d been moments ago.

Every time I saw Malek with other demons who weren’t inside the palace walls, he was either slitting their throats or running away from them. For the God of Demons, he didn’t seem to like demons very much.

At the top of the stairs, we took a left and he opened the third door on the right. Now in the privacy of the skybox, the joy returned to Malek’s expression. He relaxed and his demeanor was just as jovial as in the car.

The box was small and intimate with six velvet cushioned seats, the three chairs were in two rows. I peered over the gold railing at the front of the box. We were on a balcony overlooking a lofty theater with over a thousand seats. There were a dozen other boxes, but ours had the best view of the stage, right in the center.

The stage lights twinkled like stars, brightening the vast and expertly decorated stage.

“Do you see those Grecian statues right there?” Malek took my arm, directing it to the stage, to the left. “I chiseled those myself.”

“A thousand years ago?” I asked and he burst out in a roaring laugh.

“No, Sweet Girl. Last month. They’re not real.” He flicked a tear from his eye. “They’re only for show.”

I liked watching him laugh, even if it was at my expense. It made the differences between us seem less significant, making me feel more at ease around this towering, huge male.

Something drew me to his long, black horns and my eyes stayed there for a while. His horns were as magnificent as they were terrifying. An ancient power emitted from them. He leaned in, giving me a better look at them. The outline of his ample muscles made creases in his tuxedo, calling attention to his incredible size.

“I suppose they are much bigger than they were when we met all those years ago. Do my horns frighten you?” His eyes darkened as if worried by what I would say.

I took his left horn in hand and tugged at it gently. His eyes went wide as dinner plates. A soft moan slipped from his lips, he seemed surprised beyond words by what I'd done.

“Sunny,” His voice lowered. “Please let go of my demonhood. If you don’t, I won’t be able to hold myself back from taking you right here and now.” A dark promise twirled through his words, the promise of pleasure hidden in the deep tumble of his masculine voice.

I removed my hand, but the piping hot need written on his face didn’t diminish. Instead, it intensified like I’d thrown wood on the fire of his desires.

My flesh fevered as his gaze explored my body possessively. There was something about being desired by such a powerful male. Something carnal and primitive in me loved that he was more than twice my size, infinitely more powerful than I was and yet he wanted me so badly.

A man like Malek could snap a person as if they were a twig.

But by the animalistic need written on his face as he glorified my lips with his gaze, he would much rather fuck me than snap me.

“Ancients, soft faces and thraxies, the show will be starting shortly, please take your seats.” A voice sounded on the intercom and the demons below shuffled down the aisles, searching for their seats.

“Ladies first.” Malek stretched out an open palm toward the front seats.

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