Page 61 of The Devil and His Goddess

I wanted to ask why he’d opened them—because clearly, it was him with his demonic abilities—but the question died the moment he set me on the edge of the table. He stood between my parted legs, kissing me with the vigor of a man who’d found his longed-after fix. All the while, his skilled fingers made quick work of removing my t-shirt. With it gone, I was left absolutely naked and exposed to him.

His bare chest rose and fell hard as he took a step back to look down at me with those black-and-red slitted eyes. I kept my hands braced beside me and my legs open, and as his shuttered gaze drank me in with only the moonlight to light up the space, my entire body flushed hotter. His attention alone was somehow bringing me to a near-shattering threshold, and I bit my lip against a breathy moan.

I obviously didn’t hide the sound well, because his eyes snapped back to mine. A devious, sexy grin pulled at his lips as he stepped closer. “Not your type, huh?”

Fighting off a small laugh, I recalled my earlyridiculousexcuse to keep him away. I tilted my head to push my breasts out and make my hair cascade down my back. My eyes raked over his towering and bulky bare frame with a smug look. “I’ve seen better.”

He chuckled, not buying my lie. “Oh yeah? Tell that to your glistening pussy.”

In the blink of an eye, his demonic features disappeared so that I stared at a human-looking Perseus once more. His fingers slowly drug up through the lips of my core, and my entire body shook from the jolt of pleasure that followed. My eyes closed, and my head fell back on a breathy sigh. Perseus’s mouth littered featherlight kisses up the column of my exposed throat as two of his fingers took turns curling and beckoning over my clit. My breath hitched, and I pressed my chest into him as the burning bliss grew inside of me.

“Perseus,” I gasped. “Oh, God. Perseus!”

“Lie to me some more,” Perseus demanded as he scraped his teeth along the underside of my chin. “Tell me how much youdon’twant me.”

“I don’t want you,” I groaned, my fingers clenching where they held myself up.

“Tell me how much you don’t want my fingers playing with your slutty little cunt.”

A fresh wave of lightning hot pleasure shot through my limbs. Wetness coated my seam as the derogatory word lit me up inside like a fucking firework.

“I don’t want your fingers playing with me. I don’t want your mouth all over me. I don’t want you inside me.”

“Too fucking bad,” he growled. His fingers ceased their delicious toying as he sucked and nipped at my bottom lip before kissing me deeply. When he pulled back after only a single sweep of his tongue, he ordered softly, “Bend your ass over this table.”

I couldn’t catch my breath, even as I gave him a cheeky grin. “Make me.”

He growled against my mouth. His firm hands suddenly gripped my waist, yanking me off the table. I gasped and had to brace myself on his bare chest to keep from falling to the floor, but before I could fully right myself, he spun me around, gripped my shoulder, and shoved me down over the table. I hissed a delighted, shaky breath and pushed my butt out as he gave a warning slap to my ass. I yelped and fought against his hold, but he kept me firmly in place.

“Do as you’re told, beautiful,” Perseus cooed behind me as he ground his still concealed dick over my spread-open core.

I sucked in a sharp breath and braced my hands on the table beneath me. I burned so hot between my legs. With a wicked smile, I tried pulling away from him again, disobeying his orders. The warning rumble in his throat and tightening of his hold on me made the ache at my center even stronger, and when his hand smacked my ass hard, a jolt of pleasure nearly sent me over the edge of no return.

“Somebody likes being punished,” Perseus noted with heat and smoke filling his voice. “You a bad girl, Harper?”

“Always,” I answered breathlessly.

I wiggled my hips back against his groin, loving the friction against my open legs. My nerve endings were practically electrified as I shifted restlessly on my feet. I loved fighting him and pushing his buttons, but I was also getting desperate for his touch. I needed to be filled—quickly.

“How should I punish your bad behavior, hmm?” he asked, running his hand across my shoulder blades and up the back of my neck to pin me down harder.

My cheek pressed into the table, and I bit my lip to stave off the answer that wanted to escape.

With your cock.

I didn’t need to say the words. He knew what I wanted.

Which was exactly why he denied it.

“I don’t think you deserve relief, yet,” he revealed nonchalantly.

He dry-humped my folds, the hard mass of his dick rubbing against me but not filling me like I desperately craved. A fine sheen of sweat covered my body as I tried pushing my hips back to get the friction right where I wanted, but he noticed, which earned me another searing slap on my ass.

“What did I just say, Harper? Bad girls don’t get what they want.”

I screamed, the sound a mix of pain and want. My ass cheek burned and throbbed in time with the pulsing heat in my pussy, and I wasn’t even surprised to feel how wet I was between my folds. Each movement of his hips sent a dull wave of pleasure ricocheting through my gut. It was so close to the full-blown explosion that I knew one touch to my clit or one hard thrust inside of me would ignite that inferno.

“P-Perseus,” I moaned as my entire body began to shake with the threat of release.

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