Page 28 of The Demon

“I prefer you naked.” His low growl causes the heat to flow through my body and my heart thumps as I say angrily, “Fuck you.”

It just makes him laugh as he growls, “That’s my intention.”

“No.” I try so hard to stop him, but he literally rips off my clothes until I am standing naked before him and as he steps back and runs that sinful gaze across my body, I hate that I’m loving every minute of it.

“Come.” He steps forward and grabs my wrist and pulls me along with him and as we reach a huge bedroom that appears to face the whole of Dubai, I squeal when he pushes me against the window.

“Look at this place, Eliza.”

I am mortified because my naked body is pressed against the glass and I’m just grateful the people below are like tiny ants and wouldn’t be able to see me.

“This is my world, Eliza. Greed, pleasure, and corruption set in paradise.”

“Congratulations, you fit right in.” I hiss and then wince as his hand slaps my ass so hard, I scream out in pain.

The tears aren’t far away as my ass throbs and then he drops to his knees and presses light kisses on the burn, and I gasp with a different emotion this time as the wet heat flows between my legs and tells him exactly what I want right now.

He spins me around and buries his face in my pussy and appears to take great delight in pleasuring my clit, causing me to groan and whisper, “I can’t take much more of this.”

He completely ignores me and just escorts me to the brink of the utmost pleasure and, as he parts my thighs and drives two fingers inside me, I cry out as he finds a place I never knew existed.

“Come for me, Angel, show me how much I own your body.”

If I could defy him, I would, but my traitorous body has other ideas and delivers an orgasm so intense it makes me fall forward. He catches me and sweeps me into his arms and carries me to a huge silk covered bed, above which the beautiful mosaic arches remind me I’m in a different world.

He lays me down and towers above me, fully clothed dressed all in black and as his eyes flash, he removes his belt and I stare in awe as he growls, “I like you at my mercy, Eliza and you will be all the time you hide from me.”

“Hide from you.” I’m confused, hating that my voice is weak and afraid. He pulls my ankles down to the end of the bed and before I realize what’s happening, he uses his belt to secure them together. I try to strike out, but he flips me hard until I am flat on my face and once again delivers a heavy blow to my ass. I scream in pain and my hands are pulled roughly behind my back and something snaps them together so I can’t move.

Malik says darkly, “Where’s Frankie?”

The tears leak from my eyes as I sense I’ve danced straight into a trap. More trouble than I have ever been in my life with a man who has no soul.

“I don’t know.” My voice is weak and another sharp blow lands on my ass, causing me to scream so loud surely somebody must hear.

“Wrong answer.”

Huge sobs make their way out from inside me as I struggle to understand what is happening. Then a low whisper reaches my ears as he hisses, “Tell me what happened when Massimo left with Winter. What made you run and who helped you?”

His hand rests against my smarting ass and I know I need to give him something before he inflicts another resounding blow on an already deepening bruise.

“It was one of Massimo’s servants. He helped me.”

His hand starts rubbing the burn, and it’s so good I relax a little.

“Tell me about him.”

Malik’s voice is soft and lulls me into a false sense of security and I reply, “I don’t know his name. He came to me soon after I arrived and told me that he was my new best friend. He would watch out for me and Frankie and if there was any danger, he would make sure we got out. Then he left, and I never saw him again until that day.”

“Tell me what happened.”

I freeze because it would be so easy to reveal what I know but this could be another trap, so my mind works quickly to come up with a reasonable explanation and another sharp blow lands right on the previous one causing me to sob, “Please, stop.”

Malik growls, “I want the truth, Eliza, not any lies you make up to protect their identity. I can’t help you if you don’t trust me and to do that, I need to know everything.”

“Trust you.” I laugh bitterly. “How can I trust a man who is about to deliver me back to my father? I hate you, and as soon as I get the chance, I’m going to kill you.”

His slow laugh makes me angry, and he says with amusement, “I love it when you talk dirty to me, Eliza. It turns me on.”

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