Page 8 of Knotted
“It was an accident.” I gritted out at him. “Now take your damn hands off of me before you’re the one to put bruises on me.”
His claws immediately released me, and he clasped them behind his back. I rubbed my arms where he had gripped me. It hadn’t been hard enough to break the skin, but I could still feel the weight and heat of his paws.
I gentled my tone, trying to be the voice of reason, since Asmodeus clearly wasn’t reasonable.
“Look, I’m clumsy as fuck. And had no business being on roller skates. The little girl I was nannying lost her balance, knocked me over into a pole. There are about three dozen witnesses, to my shame, that will confirm no one laid a hand on me. It’s fine. Let it go.”
I rubbed a hand up and down his arm before reclaiming my ice pack off of the counter and heading out of the room. I’d made it a couple of steps before he grabbed my arm.
The move was gentle. I could have shaken him off at any point. Which was the only reason I stopped.
“I don’t like seeing marks on you. Especially not your face.” He brought his hand up to cup my cheek, claws sinking gently into my hair. “You are so lovely.”
I snorted, knowing full-well it was a line. I was short, about a hundred pounds overweight, and average-looking in every way. The single thing interesting about me was my hair, currently pink, and likely to change color again before the month was out. I wasn’t Quasimodo or anything, but I wasn’t someone who was ever going to stop traffic.
Asmodeus moved to stand in front of me. Both hands came up to cradle my face. “Do not dismiss me. I may be a demon, but I will not lie to you. From the moment I heardyour call, I knew you would be mine. Your soul is a flame and I am but a moth.”
“I’m not yours.” I stepped back, shaking myself free from his grasp. My hands were shaking and my stomach was jittery, but I would not fall for his lines. “I don’t want anything from you.”
Chapter
Eight
Asmodeus drew himself up and stalked toward me. I backed away, not wanting to take my eyes off of the annoyed demon. My heart was racing but stuttered nearly to a stop when my back hit the wall and I found myself trapped.
His arms came up, hands resting on the wall on either side of my head. I was trapped in the cage of his body. I shuddered, heat and chill raced through my body at once.
“There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” the demon growled. “You are mine.”
Heat shot through me at the words, quick and unwanted. This demon held the fate of my soul in his hands. It may literally be his, but the rest of me didn’t have to be. Despite, what my traitorous body seemed to be thinking.
“Just because everyone in Hell is ready to lick your ass, doesn’t mean I’m about to bow before you.” I shoved back against his chest. As usual, it didn’t work. The beast didn’t move a millimeter.
“You have such interesting and unexpected kinks. First knife play and now you’re into ass licking. I never would have taken you for such a deviant.” He ran his tongue up my neck to breathe warmly on my ear.
I shuddered.
“I like your claws, love. Feel free to dig them in whenever, and wherever, you like.”
Deciding to take him literally, I brought my hands up to his wrists and dug my nails into the hair-covered flesh. His teeth scraped against my neck and I released him, worried I’d gone too far and this was the moment he ripped my throat out.
He used his muzzle to shove my head back and latch his teeth around my neck. It was a threat, a warning. But when his tongue came out to lick the column of my throat, I couldn’t help the jolt that shot through my body, warming me from neck to pussy.
There was something very, very wrong with me. I absolutely should not get turned on by this beast and his teeth on my throat. He let out a low growl and released me. “I can smell you, love. I can smell your sweet cunt getting wet for me. Deny it all you want, but your body knows who it belongs to.”
This time, when I dug my nails into his wrists, I didn’t hold back. He hissed in pain and pulled away from me.
“Little witch.” He growled at me. But I was too angry to be afraid. Angry at him and angry at myself.
“I don’t belong to you.” I said, sliding out from between him and the wall. “Leave me the fuck alone.”
I grabbed the ice pack I’d dropped at some point during the encounter and stormed up the stairs to my room.
I locked the door, knowing it would do nothing to keep him out if he really wanted in. But it made me feel better.
Crawling into bed, I laid down and plopped the ice pack on my face and tried to ignore the heat and slickness between my legs.
The demon owned my soul, but he would not have my body, I told myself again. This time, I was afraid it was a lie.
