Page 22 of The Demon Prince's Accidental Mate
Our eyes met, and I felt something else surge inside him unexpectedly. It pushed his temper and frustration aside, boiling over and catching him up in it.
“Belial, I—”
My words were cut off as his lips crashed into mine, his body pushing between my legs as one of his hands slid down my back, preventing me from fleeing.
He had me, and he kissed me.
And I panicked.
Chapter Twelve
Belial
Ihad just enough time to think,What the fuck do you think you’re doing?before Lily’s other hand came up and slapped me across the face with a spatula.
Batter flew everywhere. My face, my hair, and even into my mouth as she pulled away hastily. I tasted it even as I pinned both her hands to the table.
“Mmm, not bad,” I complimented.
Then my head snaked forward, capturing her mouth once more. She squirmed and made protesting noises. One hand slipped free, and she tried to shove me back, but it was like a butterfly before a hurricane. She couldn’t move me.
I let her other hand go, too, but instead of doubling down on getting away, she wrapped them both around my head and kissed me back. It was hot and heavy, and I could feel her anger. She hated what she was doing. Hated that it felt sogood.
She wasn’t alone in that.
Finally, she moved her hands, pushed hard, and tore her head away, all in one go. I stepped back while she wiped her lips on her sleeve.
“What the hell was that all about?” she said hotly.
The heat wasn’t from rage, however, but from somewhere else. I could feel it in her mind. Her desire. Her need. It had been a long time since a man had touched her that way. Perhaps not ever. I wasn’t sure. I hadn’t looked that deep into her mind.
She was surprised and shocked. Not just at what I’d done but howgoodit had felt. So was I. A human? Really? Humans had served as my playthings before, but that was always to break them. To satisfy my needs. Not theirs.
With Lilith, no, withLily, I found myself wanting to cater to her every desire. To break her body in the best way possible until she could do nothing but pant and heave and stare into nothingness, her brain fried from the immense pleasures I inflicted upon her.
Thatwas what I wanted. To have her. To take her. To make her do as I say and reward her for being mine.
“It seemed like the right thing to do,” I said at last, my voice gravelly and dry. “At the time.”
And it had. Now, however, my brain was screaming at me to punish her. To show her where she belonged in relation to me. That was who I was. A punisher. A torturer. And I wasgoodat it, too. I liked it.
“I should go,” I said, backing away. “Before …”
Before I listened to another part of my body and did something I regretted later. Not that I knew which side of my mind was the one I would regret. Pleasure or torture.
“What?” Lily called as I put another step between us. “Are you just a kiss-and-run sorta guy? Is that it?”
The throatiness of her voice slammed me to a halt, every muscle going rigid. I had never heard a come-hither like that before.
Spinning, I was back in front of her in a second, forcing her to lean back.
“Do you want more?” I rumbled in her ear, letting my breath wash over her neck. “Do you want me to continue?”
Lily’s ragged breath was the only answer I got.
“Would you like it if I stayed? If I kissed you harder? Do you want me to put my hands on you, on your body? To explore it?”
Her breath was short. She didn’t respond.
