Page 27 of Summoning Sex Demons

“What?” he asked, confusion washing over his face.

“I’m going home,” I said, opening the door. “Don’t follow?—”

He slapped his large hand over the door and snapped it closed, his elongated claws digging into the wood. “You’re not going anywhere. Not in this town. Not at this time of night. And not without me.”

“Move your hand.” I snapped my hands around his wrist and pulled as hard as I could in an attempt to get him to move. But he didn’t budge even a millimeter. Not even a damn millimeter! “I’m going home, Acaros.”

“Not tonight.”

I twirled around to face him. “Well, I’ll wait until you fall asleep, and then I’ll sneak out.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

After glaring at him for another moment, I tore my gaze away and fixed it on the marble floor of this man’s—this demon’s—multimillion-dollar high-rise in the middle of the city. “How many other women have you brought home?”

His dark eyes widened, but then a smirk crossed his beautiful face. “Is that what this is?”

“What?”

“Envy.”

“No!”Yes.“I just don’t want to get WSDD.”

“The fuck is WSDD?”

I crossed my arms. “Weird sex demon disease.”

“First of all,Hellcat, sex demons don’t carry any diseases transmittable to humans.” He moved closer, his huge body looming over mine. “The only thing that we can do to a human is get her pregnant.”

My entire body stiffened, and the warmth spread between my legs again.Pregnant.

Why did he just throw around that word like hewantedto actually do that to me? He had talked about how much he wanted to breed me the other night, and now … he was mentioning pregnancy again.

“I bet you get tons of girls pregnant, don’t you?” I asked to shut off this raging lust switch in my head that screamed at me to shove him back onto the couch, crawl up into his lap, and fuck him over and over and over again.

His lips curled into a devious smirk. “So, this is envy.”

“No, it’s not.”

He stalked closer to me, and I stepped back, hitting the door.

“You want to know how many humans I’ve gotten pregnant?” he asked.

I glared up at him, nipples taut behind my crossed arms.Hell no. “Yes.”

“Well, Iza,” he hummed, one forearm on the door above my head and his opposite hand hovering over my pussy through my pants. He just barely glided his fingers over my slit. “If all goes to plan, you’ll be the first and only.”

CHAPTER

FIFTEEN

IZA

“Y-your f-first and only?”I squeaked, head craned up to look him in the eye.

Standing at seven feet, maybe even taller with those horns, he loomed over me. “Yes.”

There was no hesitation in his voice. Not a freaking ounce.

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