Page 70 of Make Me Lie (Rich Demons of Darkwood 1)

I’d always been scared of what would happen if The Demon caught me touching myself. He was always watching, always lurking. So it felt forbidden and awkward at first to slip my hands across my thighs, to delve tentatively between my folds and stroke myself. If it weren’t for Cain’s orders, for the way his breath froze in his chest as if watching me was pushing him over the edge too, I probably would’ve stopped, would’ve given way to my old fears and shame.

But with Cain’s gaze and his low, commanding voice urging me on, I toyed with my clit, pulsing my fingers against it until a low moan came to my lips. Putting on a show for him made me feel powerful. I sank down, my shoulders pressed against the cool, hard wall behind me so I could roll my hips up and spread my knees, giving him a show.

“That’s my girl,” Cain said, his voice tinged with pride as I opened myself up to him. “Touch yourself for me. Find your g-spot.”

As I worked my clit with one hand, I pushed a finger inside, searching uncertainly until my finger found a sensitive nub deep inside me. I pressed hard, feeling liquid warmth spread through my belly. Cain leaned forward, one hand braced on either side of my thighs, so close he was almost touching me as he watched. His gaze seemed to intensify every sensation.

Then he stood, pushing the chair back. I wrapped my calves around his lean, hard waist, trying to pull him toward me.

He shook his head. “Greedy girl. You have to be punished for telling me you didn’t want me to touch you. That means you don’t get this. Not tonight.”

He pulled himself free of his boxers, revealing his enormous dick, hard and ridged in his hand. He wrapped my panties around his cock and began to work himself back and forth.

The sight of him masturbating with my panties sent an unexpected extra spike of lust through my body. I moaned, feeling myself coming closer and closer, until I finally shattered. And when I did, my channel convulsing around my fingers, my hair flying as I moaned and shook and came on his desk, he did too. His cock seemed to jerk in his hand as his hot cum soaked my panties, and I wished he was coming inside me.

He stopped, dropping my panties to the ground. When the magic of the moment had passed, the spell between us breaking, I felt suddenly exposed.

I couldn’t believe what I’d just done, and I jumped off the desk with my clit aching and throbbing, grabbing my shorts and my t-shirt to dress again. I bent for my panties, and he stopped me, grabbing my throat with one hand to pull me back to my feet again, his touch gentle but firm.

“Leave the panties. I’m not done with them.”

Fuck me, why was the thought that he might want to masturbate with them again strangely hot? That Cain was thinking about me even when I wasn’t in the room?

Cain probably saw other people as nothing. Psychopaths don’t think about other people after they’re done hurting them any more than we think about a discarded tissue in the trash.

So why was there a part of me that dared to think that Cain didn’t seemethat way? There was something alive in his gaze when he looked at me, something that wasn’t there when he looked at other women, even as they sucked his cock or stroked his ego.

Cain stepped closer to me, dominating me with his size, with the heat that came off his skin, with the dark, sexy scent that was his aftershave or maybe just him. “Are you sorry for saying you didn’t want me to touch you?”

“Yes.” The word seemed jerked from my lips before I even realized I was going to admit it. But I was sorry at the moment, god damn it; I wanted more.

“I forgive you, then. Next time, I’ll touch you.” A small smile touched his lips. “Best prepare yourself, little devil.”

He moved to the door, opening it for me. I stared at him, disappointed to be dismissed, aroused and annoyed and excited all at the same time. All the usual emotions I felt around Cain.

I reached the door, but before I could leave, he grabbed my hips and spun me toward him. His lips descended on mine, and my hips ground forward against his as he gripped me tightly. Cain’s lips were soft, no matter how domineering his touch was, and my lips parted against his hungrily.

He kissed me breathless, then suddenly pushed me into the hall. I stared at him, my lips bee-stung, as he gave me one of those rare angelic smiles.

“Good night, little devil. Try to stay out of trouble.”

Then he shut me out.

21

Aurora

Iwas still hot and bothered as I made my way back to the hallway, making a mental list to purchase a vibrator or something to help with the never-ending ache that I had nowadays.

Wonder how that Hitachi Magic Wand thing was that I'd always heard about.

I was so lost in my vibrator musings that I almost stumbled right into Stellan who, for some reason, was standing in the middle of the hallway.

“Whoops,” I said, rather breathlessly. Because thinking about vibrators and Stellan was a little too much for my fluttering insides.

I tried to go around him, because I didn’t feel like fighting with Stellan after everything that had happened today, but he grabbed my arm before I could get past him.

“Not tonight, Stellan,” I murmured, trying to yank my arm away from him...unsuccessfully.

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