Page 27 of Scent of Desire
“Yeah, I didn’t want to sleep alone in the dark. That’s why I came downstairs—I was waiting for you.” She yawned, cuddling with herself by bringing her knees to her breasts.
A choice I was thankful for. Otherwise, the need to expose her naked breasts and lick, suck, claim her nipples would have run riot through me like hellions.
“You shouldn’t have waited for me.” Because if I knew she was, I wouldn’t have been able to focus on idiots, knowing I could have claimed her over and over again.
“It’s okay, I came to think about something anyway.”
My gaze slithered to the shoulder strap of her nightgown that had dropped below her shoulder. It was torture. More blood rushed to my dick, the desire to kiss her neck scattering lava throughout my body.
“Enlighten me.” A smile slanted my mouth, whilst my erection grew harder at the sight of her sultry lips and ponytail.Devil’s.She’d be the end of me, and she knew it. I couldn’t let my urges get the best of me. I wasn’t that weak.
“You remember when I told you I wanted to be your equal,” she mused, hesitant and sweet.
I nodded.
“Well, I’d like to be part of your world.” She gulped and sat straighter on the couch, like a goddess about to make a regal speech. “I mean, I don’t even know what you’re truly doing for a job. Something with rocks?”
“I own luxury jewelry stores and mines, yes.”
“Okay. That’s a start.” It was her turn to nod before she pulled a strand of her hair falling from her ponytail behind her ear. A ponytail I very much wanted to fist. “I also know what your club is about… At least, I think I do, but I don’t want to be left out.”
“It’s not a pretty place, Lily.” I pulled out my card and rolled it between my fingers, a corrosive possessiveness traveling in my veins. “It’s not for you.”
“I don’t care.” She hit me with her fiery stare, finally feeding me that witchcraft of hers. “It’s a part of you.”
“You remember the last time you went there,” I threatened between clenched teeth. No man would ever approach her again without facing my wrath and insanity.
“They’ll know I’m with you, won’t they? So, it won’t be like last time.” Look at her. She was playing a game, gaining the assurance of the goddess that she was, and that made my dick pulse harder.
I always thought I’d rule alone, but maybe all kings needed a queen.
I denied the inevitable, and so did she.
Only she could match my darkness. If only I could get her fully to my side, tutoring her into accepting everything of hers. She was meant to rule hell with a crown of flowers on a throne of skulls.
It was about time to show them that Lily was mine.
This could be the perfect opportunity.
“As you said, there is no coming back from this,” she added in a whisper, looking insecure now. In a flash, she erased that expression on her face, pulling her chin up.
“You’ll have to obey my rules there, flower goddess,” I snarled. “Can you obey me?”
“Yes.” Her word was a lie, and her stare spoke the truth.
She was hellishly stubborn. She wouldn’t obey me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Punition was a price I’d like to inflict on her.
“Then spread your legs.” I was aching for her.
She parted her legs, breathing deep. I was testing her, a question haunting my mind. How far was she willing to go inside her darkness? The card said death was awaiting. But perhaps I was reading it wrong.
The Lily everyone knew would die.
But she’d be reborn.
Not just like a flower goddess but the queen of hell.
She just didn’t know it yet.
