Page 11 of The Demon

“Please, Malik. I’m begging you.”

He throws the knife against the tiles and before I register what’s happening, he pushes my head under the water, and I struggle to breathe. He pulls it out and hisses, “You will do what I say, because our marriage changes nothing. I will set you free, Eliza, but you will give me what I want. I’m not doing this out of the goodness of my heart, and I don’t think you realize how serious this is.”

His hold tightens and in a surprising move, he pulls me roughly against his body and kisses me so deeply I swear my toes curl and as his body crushes against mine, the fear is rapidly replaced with desire.

CHAPTER7

MALIK

Iam a despicable monster, and she has unleashed the beast inside me. When she went for the knife, it started off a chain of events that was always going to lead to this place. As I bite her lip and drive my tongue in deep, I hold her head in place and punish her for daring to believe she could back out of our deal so soon. She will get my protection as my wife, and I will use this situation to my advantage. It came to me so quickly it was almost breath-taking and as the puzzle pieces dropped into place, I saw my own way out of this madness. In helping her, I’m saving myself and I will not let her ruin that.

So, I will dominate her. I will make her bow down to me and become my perfect wife because that’s a necessity for my plan to work. Eliza Ortega is about to discover just how things are in my world and if she has any ideas about a different life, then she’s about to be educated in the harshest way.

Despite her anger, her body betrays her and as she melts against me, she kisses me back with a hunger that matches my own. We are now on the same page and as I push her back against the walls of the tub, I love her small moans of desire telling me she’s more than happy about this.

As I trail a path down her neck and suck like a deranged demon, her gasp of pleasure encourages me to go on. Taking her breast in my mouth, I suck hard and then, using my teeth, bite so sharply it causes her to scream in pain. Then I force two fingers inside her sweet pussy and love how she bears down on them with loud groans of passion.

“Do you want this, my angel? Do you want me inside you?”

“Fuck yes.” Her tortured words make me smile and I briefly wonder if this is her first time. “Are you protected?”

Her eyes snap open as my words register and now her virginity reveals itself by the fear in her eyes. “No.” She whispers and blinks away the desire as she realizes just how deep she is right now and with a wicked grin, I rub my length against her pussy and growl, “It doesn’t matter, we’ll be married soon and if we make a child, there will be a celebration.”

“A child?” She pushes me away and says in a high voice, “I never signed up for a child.”

“You did.”

I enjoy teasing her and she says fearfully, “I didn’t. This is a business deal, nothing more, and since when was a child mentioned?”

Shaking my head, I say firmly, “We are to be married. For life.”

“For what?” Her eyes widen and I’m enjoying this moment way too much as I shrug. “It’s no big deal. I’m allowed four wives, anyway. Once I’ve finished with you, you will enjoy the trappings of my wealth and I’ll have moved onto the next one. I’m sure you’ll be happy with that.”

“You fucking bustard.” She pushes me away and stands, the water dripping from her magnificent body as she attempts to create distance between us.

“I won’t marry you. You’re an arrogant pig and who wants that in a husband? Go to hell.”

She squeals as I reach her in seconds and, pushing my hand against her mouth, I hold her wrists behind her back and growl, “Welcome to my world, little princess. You just made a deal with the devil and there is only one way out of this.”

I whisper, “Tell me what I need to know, and my earlier offer stands. It’s your choice. Take it or leave it. Either way, it makes no difference to me.”

She bites down hard on my finger, and I relish the pain and returning the favor, I bite hard on her neck, loving the tang of her blood that coats my taste buds. She struggles and tries to fight me, and I love every minute of it and wish torturing someone was always this pleasurable.

Finally, the fight appears to go out of her and to my surprise, she bursts into tears and turning, sobs against my chest. It catches me off-guard and as my arms close around her shivering body, I’m in an alien place. What do I do now? This isn’t what I’m used to and as she lets all her emotions out, I’m the one who gathers them up and shuts them away to return to her when this is over.

I’ve broken her. It certainly feels that way as the fight leaves her glassy eyed and malleable. This Eliza is more manageable and I’m a little sad about that.

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After the unfortunate incident,I allowed her to pull on a robe and cover her naked body for the first time since she tore off her running attire. Now as we sit opposite one another in the dining room with only a flickering candle dancing between us, I tell her my plan.

As I raise my glass to hers, I say gruffly, “To a well-executed plan to set us free.”

She peers at me with curiosity as she rests her glass against mine and then as Mrs. Keller delivers the finest crab starter, I turn my attention to the food because Eliza needs to eat more than she needs to learn the details of our arrangement.

There is no polite conversation. She has accepted what this is, and it saddens me a little. She is my prisoner, despite her pending job title, and after the violent episode in the tub, she appears a little wary of me. That pleases me more than she knows because she should be fucking terrified of me because she has information I want and that comes before everything.

We work our way through several amazing dishes of food that would grace the menu of any fine restaurant. My chef is brought in when I’m here and gets paid more than the annual salary he receives working in the restaurant in town. This is just one of the privileges of the rich and my family is wealthier than most.

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