Page 9 of Prince of Envy

“No.” She cleared her throat and rolled her shoulders back. “But you’ve been hiding from me since I released you. Why are you here now?”

She looked around the filthy room, but only briefly. Her eyes didn’t stray far from the beast that had cornered her.

“You were upset.”

Her brows furrowed. “What?”

“When that man returned from his trip.” I stepped closer, and she didn’t back away. “He upset you, didn’t he?”

Her lips tightened into a line, and she took a long inhale before answering, “How would you know that?”

I was only inches away. Her eyes had to roll up to meet mine, and the subtle tilt of her chin sent my blood racing. “You’re not inconspicuous.”

“I’m fine. It was just an argument. I don’t need reinforcements from Hell.”

I chuckled at that. Deep down, I could see how madly she wanted to flex that muscle. The one that would unleash me onto whomever she saw fit. That sort of power was intoxicating for anyone.

Good.

“It would be so easy, though.” I lowered my face close to her ear and whispered, “A snap of your fingers. A snap of his neck.”

She shivered. My fingertips lingered at the angles of her hips and lightly suggested she come closer.

“Why are you always hiding?” she breathed as my arm snaked around her back and drew her in. “If you’re so obsessed with being close to me, why are you never where I can see you?”

I smiled against the side of her face. “Is that what you think about when he’s not around? How badly you want to see me?” I inhaled her sweet perfume and the sweat that had coated her skin. “Do you wonder what would happen if you whispered my name in the cold, empty library?”

Her hands gripped the back of my shirt, her nails dug into my flesh, and my cock swelled in my jeans.

“Does your pussy pulse at the thought of the cold wooden table against your back as I feast on you?”

Her knees buckled, and the weight of her body in my arms drew the last thread of my restraint tight. The heady scent of her heated skin so close to my teeth made my mouth water.

“Do you dream of a dimly lit bathroom that echoes with the sound of you panting my name while a line of people listen with hearts full of jealousy on the other side of the door?”

“Please.” Her shallow word brought a groan from deep in my chest.

“You would never have to beg me for anything, Celeste. I could give you anything your heart desires if you allow me to.”

Reason emerged in her hazy lucid dream. Something I’d said was too much and burst the seductive fantasy bubble I’d almost trapped her in.

“You’re a demon.”

“I’myourdemon,” I reminded her.

“In every sense of the word.” Her eyes dropped. She wasn’t looking at anything in particular, but not holding my gaze meant she wasn’t giving in to me tonight.

I hooked her chin with my finger to bring her lips up to mine but did not kiss them—though it took everything in me not to taste what was mine.

“All you have to do is call.” I let her body go and seeped back into the shadows between light and dark.

Chapter7

Celeste

The splash of cold water on my face did nothing to extinguish the heat that was sourced in my core but spilling from every one of my pores.

Vassago was gone, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of his eyes still on me. His arm around me had felt safe and strong. Lethal. I could still smell him on me in faint wisps, and I wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in his scent like a blanket until it became my own.

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