Page 16 of Knotted
“Never going to happen, love.” With that, he tossed me over his shoulder and started up the stairs.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I squirmed, but his powerful arms held me around the waist. And there was no escaping the inelegant position.
“You may not like me but you like what I can do to you. So I’m going to remind you of all the reasons you want to keep me around. And I’m going to fuck you until I can erase the image of another man’s hands touching you.”
I hated that my body reacted to his words. I hated looking forward to whatever he was about to do to me. And I hated the little spark of excitement over his unreasonable and overbearing jealousy.
“Fuck you.” I said, for lack of anything better
“That’s the plan, love.”
Chapter
Thirteen
Asmodeus tossed me onto the bed and was on me before the mattress stopped bouncing. He pinned my arms above my head with one hand and bent to kiss me. There was no keeping his tongue out when it demanded entrance.
So, of course, I bit it.
“I love your fangs, love. Feel free to use them anywhere you’d like.” As if to demonstrate, As leaned down and sunk his teeth into my neck. I arched against him as pleasure and pain shot through me.
“I hate you.” I said, struggling against his grip.
“You hate how much you want me.” As gripped the center of my shirt and yanked, his claws cut through the t-shirt with zero effort. He reached for my bra and I screamed.
“Don’t you fucking dare. Do you know how hard it is to find a bra that fits? I will cut off your balls.” He eyed the garment, clearly considering it anyway. “I’m dead serious.”
“As you wish.” He yanked down the cup and bent down to take one breast into his mouth. He sucked. Hard.
“Anything else I need to be careful of, or can I deal with these pants already?” His claws tucked under the waistband of my leggings. Before I answered, he shredded the stretchy cotton. I wasn’t wearing underwear, as soon as the material gave, I was bare. He used his hand to shove them as far down as he could before using his foot to shove them the rest of the way.
“Those were my favorite leggings!”
“You have more at home.”
“This is my home.”
“For now.” Before I could object again, his tongue was back in my mouth, battling with mine for dominance.
His left hand still had my arms pinned above my head, so I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to flip him. It did nothing more than make him chuckle into my mouth. He pinched my right nipple.
“If I let you go, are you going to behave?” He rolled my nipple between his fingers before giving it a long, hot lick.
“Probably not.”
“Good.” He released his grip on my hands. I left them there for a moment while I decided what I wanted to do. I could stop this. Push him away. It would be so easy to do and I was pretty confident he would stop if I said the word.
But was that what I really wanted? I knew what he could do to my body and I wanted it. My body already craved his touch. I was already wet from the little nipple stimulation.
Something occurred to me. I looked down at the hand gently rolling my nipple as he waited for me to make my move. The claws were gone. In their place were short, blunt black nails tipping a deep red hand.
“Where do your claws go?” I picked up his free hand and ran my fingers over his nails. They felt like nails. There wasnothing weird about them. But these nails were definitely not the two-inch claws that tore my clothing off.
“Shapeshifter,” he said before he wiggled his fingers at me. “I can change as I need. And I really need those fingers inside of you.”
“Well what are you waiting for?” I arched my brow in challenge. Asmodeus didn’t take the bait. Instead he released my nipple and shifted to where he was straddling me, pinning my legs between his strong thighs.
“You’re such a brat, Violet.” He eyed me and my pulse sped up. Whatever he was thinking darkened his eyes and flames danced within their depths.
