Page 44 of A Kiss of Deception

"The magic courses through me like liquid fire," I explain, holding out my hand. A shimmering orb of energy forms above my palm, pulsing with barely contained power. "It's raw, primal energy that responds to my will. I can shape it, mold it, use it to destroy or create."

I clench my fist, and the orb dissipates in a shower of sparks. "It's intoxicating, Milkor. The rush of power, the knowledge that I can bend reality to my whim. But it's also dangerous. The magic feeds on emotion, on desire. The stronger the feeling, the more potent the spell."

I pause, relishing the memory. "I didn't know what I was doing, only that I finally had the means to fight back. With each death, I felt my power growing, feeding on their fear and pain."

"And after?" Milkor asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

"After, I stood amid the carnage, covered in blood, and I knew. I knew I would never be helpless again. That night, I wasn't just discovering magic—I was discovering myself."

Milkor watches me, his expression a mix of awe and wariness.Good. He should be afraid.

"Did it fix everything?" he asks quietly.

I laugh, the sound harsh and bitter. "Of course not. Nothing could erase what they did to me. But it was a start."

I rise, pacing the room restlessly. "Now, I find others like them. Men and women who prey on the weak, who think they can use and discard people without consequence."

My lips curl into a predatory smile. "I make them regret ever being born. You see, my beautiful demon, naughty boys and girls need to be punished."

Milkor's eyes lock onto mine, a mix of fear and intrigue dancing in their depths. "And how do you plan on punishing me?"

A thrill runs through me at his question. Oh, the possibilities. I saunter towards him, trailing my fingers along his chest.

"Punishment comes in many forms. As for your punishment, my beautiful demon," I purr, tracing a finger down his chest, "I have so many delicious ideas. Perhaps I'll bind your powers, make you experience what it's like to be truly helpless. Or maybe I'll tease you to the brink of ecstasy, again and again, until you're begging for release."

I lean in close, my lips brushing his ear. "Or maybe, just maybe, I'll make you fall in love with me. Wouldn't that be the sweetest torture of all for a demon like you?"

Milkor's breath catches, his body tensing at my words. His nostrils flare, but I can see the flicker of arousal in his eyes. "You think you can break me?"

"Break you?" I laugh, the sound echoing off the stone walls. "No, my dear. I'm going to remake you." I press my body against his, reveling in the heat radiating from his skin. "I'm going to strip away every last shred of your demonic pride. Make you beg for my touch, my approval."

Milkor's breath hitches. "And then what?"

"Then?" I trace my fingers along his jaw. "Then I'll build you back up. Mold you into something... better. My perfect little pet demon."

His eyes darken with a mix of desire and defiance. "You're playing a dangerous game, purna."

"Oh, I know," I whisper against his lips. "But that's half the fun, isn't it?"

22

MILKOR

Itrail Meetha through the maze of her secret haven into her secluded bedroom—a room many have yearned to glimpse, though only a select few have been fortunate—or cursed—enough to witness.

A door within the chamber, shrouded in shadows and a seductive magenta haze that teases the edges, calls to me. Meetha leads me forward to a den of indulgence centered around a round, crimson bed that throbs with its own vibrant energy.

Meetha's eyes twinkle mischievously as she unties my tunic's laces. I stand stiff, a blend of anticipation and trepidation twisting inside me. Her touch is soft, but the resolve in her actions betrays her burgeoning confidence. She undresses me, exposing the tension in my muscles, the sign of my desire.

"Lie down," she commands, her voice a sultry whisper that brooks no argument.

I obey, the crimson silk of the bed cool against my skin. As soon as my back touches the surface, unseen forces clamp around my wrists and ankles, spreading me eagle, binding me tothe bed. I test the magical restraints, feeling the give and take of their power, a power that now answers to her.

Meetha stands at the foot of the bed, her gaze roaming over my form with a possessive hunger that sends a thrill through me. The room's ambient light plays across her skin, casting her in an ethereal glow that only heightens her allure.

I watch, bound and eager, as Meetha's eyes flicker with a playful flame that mirrors the sudden burst of candlelight around us. The room transforms, shadows dancing across the walls, the flickering glow casting her in a warm, inviting light. She moves with a seductive grace, her every action deliberate and full of purpose.

She approaches the bed, her fingers trailing along the edge of the silk sheets, her gaze fixed on mine. There's a mischievous tilt to her lips as she reaches out, her hand wrapping around my cock with a familiarity that sends a jolt of desire through me. Her touch is firm yet tender, a tantalizing promise of the pleasures to come.

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