Page 46 of Devil's Doom

“You know, if you agree to my terms, you’ll have a chance to explore every inch of my tail,” he tempts me in a smooth purr. “I’ll have you here often, sometimes a few times a day if you can take it. Your absence made me quite frustrated.”

That takes me by surprise, since I thought he only wanted to fuck me to get me pregnant. I look up, gasping when our eyes meet. He looks sopleased.Happy and content, like having me in his lap and trading insults is his favorite pastime in the world.

Liar, I remind myself.

“Oh, yes, because you only want what you can’t have,” I scoff. “Or so you once told me. If I agree, then, there’s a good chance you’ll lose interest. It makes your offer more attractive.”

He flexes his hips, holding me firmly against him. “That’s adorable, but I know you’re lying. You want me just as much as I want you. Maybe more.”

He presses against my lower back, grinding against me. His cock rubs my clit through my clothes, and I bite my tongue hard, hoping the pain will override the pleasure. Woland grips the back of my head and takes my mouth in a savage kiss, his hands positioning me just as he wants. I feel like a doll in his grip, used for his pleasure, but instead of cooling my ardor, it only makes it hotter.

“Tell me you want me,” he growls against my mouth before plunging his tongue deep as he thrusts against me. “Tell me it hurt to be apart. Tell me you suffered.”

“I did,” I breathe as his hot mouth slides down my jaw and kisses my throat, sucking on the spot he bit earlier. “But not… Oh, gods… Not because of you. You’re a liar. I don’t want you.”

He grunts, his teeth sinking in while he ruts into me, faster and faster. My underthings chafe, and gods, I would kill to have him inside me, but at the same time, I’d rather die than admit that.

“You call me a liar, yet you lie, too,” he hisses, his fingers hooking at my neckline. He pulls hard, and my dress splits down my front. “Deceitful little thing. Tell me you missed me.”

“No,” I gasp, my mind muddling from pleasure. I don’t think straight. “I had other people to keep me company.”

Woland freezes. I realize I’ve made a terrible mistake. He pulls away, his face perfectly neutral, the grip of his fingers too tight.

“Oh, you had?” he asks, idle curiosity in his voice. “Who got to fuck you in my absence? The upir? Let me congratulate him.”

If I didn’t know him so well, I would be fooled, but I see the fury he tries to hide.

“No,” I answer, cold dread filling my stomach. “Not him. Not anyone.”

“Are you sure?” His voice is so cold, eyes narrowed to slits. “Because what I told you in that sheep barn still stands. If you let another man touch you, I’ll rip him apart and take you on top of his cooling body. Do you understand?”

Fear, fury, and desire roll through me in a nauseating tangle. I believe he will do as he says, but I don’t understand why. Is he jealous? After everything, it makes no sense.

“It’s boring when you repeat yourself,” I grit out through clenched teeth, desperately trying to calm my roaring emotions. “And why do you care if I fuck someone? It’s not like I’d let them claim me, which is the only thing you want from me. I’m the key to winning your precious war.” I snort. “How is that going, by the way? Have any victories lately?”

For a moment, I think he’ll take the bait and fight, forgetting about Lech. Woland’s nostrils flare with a slow, deliberate breath. We stare at each other without blinking, and I honestly can’t tell whether he’ll strike me or kiss me. The devil surprises me by doing neither.

He lowers his head until our foreheads touch. He’s silent for a long while, his breaths fanning my face, and the longer it takes, the more afraid I am, until my hands begin to tremble. He huffs out a long sigh and strokes my hair once.

“All I wanted was for you to say you missed me.”

I gulp, my throat constricting. He sounds… I don’t know. Sincere, but I’m scared to believe him.

“I did my best not to,” I whisper, and it’s the truth. I tried very hard. Every day.

He huffs, and I close my eyes, drinking in the warmth of his exhale.

Woland’s voice is barely a murmur. “See? There it is. A tiny victory. And all I had to do was threaten your friend, or whoever he is to you.”

“Just a friend. And it wasn’t because of your threat. It just seemed like you weren’t lying for once. A truth for a truth is a fair trade.”

“And lie for a lie?” he asks, quiet and weary.

“It’s only fair.”

The devil sighs, cradling my head like it’s precious. He isn’t hard anymore, and it feels unnatural to be pressed up against him without arousal being our reason to touch.

“Here is a truth,” he says, sliding my torn dress off my shoulders. “I looked for you in all the wrong places. The King of Bees said you were under his protection, and I personally combed through every inch of that cursed forest. I trusted no one else with the task.”

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