Page 16 of Sinful Demands

“Is what I’m doing the same thing you did to get my dad to sign over my soul?”

“Your father summoned me on his own. No one coerced him if that’s what you’re asking.”

Still in disbelief of the situation, I shook my head and sighed. “What do I have to do?”

“Once you’re dressed, I’ll educate you.”

My brows furrowed in confusion. “I am dressed.”

His eyes drifted to my T-shirt and then to my leggings before a smug smile played on his face. “Even though you look sexy in this earthly attire, I’m going to need you to dress more provocatively.”

“You aren’t going to pimp me out!”

“I am not a procurer,” he said as he leaned his elbows onto the table. The muscles on his tattooed arms were tight and sexy as he rested a chin on his fists. “Plus, I prefer not to share my earnings with others.”

His gaze fixed on me and I swallowed under his seductive stare. “Whatever. Then whatshouldI wear?”

Nervousness filled my body when he gave me a wicked smile before standing. There was a prowling nature to his body as he came toward me. Now that I knew he was a mind reader, I tried hard to keep my thoughts clear so he wouldn’t know I was scared of him . . . or turned on.

“A dress would be appropriate,” he said, gliding a finger over my hand and up my arm sending shivers through me. “Something sexy, yet elegant. Black, of course. It pairs well with anything.” He went behind my chair and pushed my hair to the side. I held my breath as he put his mouth close to my ear. “There is a rather seductive pair of black leather stilettos with red bottoms in your closet that you’ve been saving to wear on a special occasion. Put them on without stockings. Your legs are too perfect to cover up.”

He pulled away and I finally took a breath. “I’m not doing that,” I whimpered, not believing my own words.

The wood scraped against the tiled floor as he grabbed the back of my chair and turned it. Now facing him, my breaths were ragged.

“And, Kavari . . .”

I said nothing, biting my lip as I awaited more information. My stomach tightened in fear? Danger? Excitement? I wasn’t sure which emotion I was currently feeling for my demon friend.

My scalp tingled as he grabbed pieces of my hair, piling it on top of my head, his eyes trailing over my face.

“Make sure you pin your hair up. Not too elegant, but not too loose.” He untangled his fingers and my hair splayed across my shoulders. My fear got pushed aside by my arousal when he ran a finger down my cheek and onto my throat before using my chin to dip my head back. “Just enough to see the beautiful face and neck of the little honey bee.”

After releasing me from his seductive hold, his hands gripped the sides of the chair and he leaned in. When his lips pressed against my neck, I closed my eyes and thought about the amazing sex we had last night. The more I tilted my head, the deeper his kisses became, leaving warmth and a slight wetness in their path.

He pulled away quicker than I wanted, leaving me panting. When I opened my eyes, he was grinning. The hunger my body had for him was beyond any I had ever felt and he knew it. I bit my lip again, trying to contain the feelings he gave me.

In a flash, his tattooed hand went to my throat and squeezed the exact amount of pressure I liked, making me let out a small whimper. Those gorgeous blue eyes he had should be illegal. They never left my face as he watched me struggle and fight theneedto fuck him.

He raised his other hand and ran a finger across my lip. “Next time you bite this in front of me, I’m going to bite it harder.”

Blood pumped through my veins, sending small pulses to my clit, and I swallowed hard under his grip.

With a triumphant smile, he dropped both hands and pointed down the hall. “Get dressed now.”

Of course, I was eager to please him, hoping to be pleasured myself. I did what I was told and took off toward the bedroom.

After a quick bathroom break to clean up the wetness I had between my legs, I went to my closet and skimmed through my clothes, looking for a perfect dress. I knew this wasn’t a date, but judging by how I didn’t believe I owned anything adequate enough to wear for him, one would think I was dressing in hopes of a proposal.

Eventually, my eyes landed on a dress that had never been taken off the hanger. Not because I didn’t want to wear it, but just like the stilettos, I had nowhere important to wear it.

This dress needed to be shown to the world and my body needed to be looked at in this dress.

We both deserved the undivided attention of a man.

Or possibly a demon . . .

An evil grin stretched across my face as I pulled it off the hanger before grabbing the black and red heels from the closet floor.

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