Page 69 of Make Me Lie (Rich Demons of Darkwood 1)

“Drink it anyway.” He always sounded so commanding. Why did that turn me on?

“Tell me,” he said again.

And I did tell him about the night, skipping over parts that would endanger Jenna, making it sound as if I’d escaped alone, although I was careful not to lie directly. He’d find out the truth when he watched the videotape. There was something comforting about talking to Cain, who laughed out loud when I told him about my stabby escapades.

I was starting to believe that he didn’t plan what happened tonight. I perched on the edge of his desk, so close that my leg brushed his, and his brows arched again. My daring surprised me too.

“Oh, Aurora. Are you the sweet, innocent virgin or the cunning monster all the other monsters should fear?”

“Why not both?” I kicked my legs back and forth, the strange reckless comfort I felt around Cain taking me over, making me slightly giddy. “Although I don’t know how much longer I’d like to keep thatvirgintitle.”

His gaze sharpened. “Oh?”

“Help a girl out, Cain.” My voice came out in a whisper, and I wasn’t sure if it was seductive or vulnerable.

But from the way heat flared in Cain’s gaze, maybe it was both. “One problem with that, little girl.”

“And that is?”

“You told me you didn’t want me to touch you, remember?”

“Maybe I changed my mind.”

“Maybe you need to show me, then.” He half-stood, sweeping the items on his desk to one side. They fell to the floor in a cascade ofthudsand the tinkle of breaking glass, and I stared up at him in shock as he settled back into his seat.

He leaned back, propping his feet on the desk beside me as he leaned back, making himself comfortable although his dick straining at his boxers seemed so hard it had to hurt. “Undress for me, Aurora.”

There was nothing sexy about my shorts and sports bra, soaked in sweat and blood, or my running shoes with one sock. But somehow, when Cain’s intense gaze raked over me, I felt like the most beautiful woman to ever seduce a man.

I pulled my sports bra over my head, and his gaze flared on my breasts as my arms were above my head. “Slower,” he ordered.

I stopped, the bra half off, realizing how I’d arched to slip it over my head. More slowly, I worked it up my body, watching the way he watched me, the way his eyes dilated as if he were intoxicated.

I dropped the bra next to his desk, then leaned back and hooked my thumbs into my shorts to wiggle slowly out of them. He watched me with obvious desire, then said drily, “The lone sock can go too. I do wonder what you’ve been up to tonight.”

I peeled it off and dropped it in his lap with a saucy smile. He shook his head as he threw it over his shoulder. “Brat. Give me your panties.”

I arched back, pushing my breasts out, resting a foot on either arm of his chair. I could feel his gaze like a throb between my thighs as I rolled my panties slowly down my thighs, slipped them down my calves.

He held out his hand, and I deposited them into his palm. He looked down at the pink cotton and lace and said, “I bought these for you,” with a tone of evident satisfaction.

“You remember them, weirdo?” My voice came out light.

“I pay attention when it comes to you, Aurora. It’s the only way to make sure you don’t knife me in the back.” Unlike the disdainful way he’d treated my sock, he folded my panties into one of his big fists as he leaned back, his arms across his powerful chest.

“What are you going to do with that?”

“Whatever I like.”

I shook my head at him, amused by his need to dominate. I started to move off the desk, but he grabbed my ankle, forcing my bare feet to stay planted on the wooden arms of his chair. “Stay like that. I like the view.”

I followed his gaze, which fell from my face to between my thighs. I squeezed my knees shut, feeling suddenly embarrassed. The Demon’s face rose in my mind, the way he would’ve punished me for this wanton display.

“Stay with me, Aurora,” Cain said, and my gaze snapped to his face, wondering what he’d just seen. “No one’s ever going to hurt you again except for me.”

“I don’t think you can promise that.”

“I’m not going to promise. I’m going to prove it.” He sounded so sure of himself that some of my anxiety fled, as if The Demon didn’t matter anymore, as if he and I were at the center of the universe and everyone else had faded away. “Touch yourself.”

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