Page 71 of Dancing With Demons

“Obviously.”

“So what was this whole bet even about!”

He chuckled. “I wouldn’t want you to think I was being unfair to you, Hunter. I gave you a fair shot at staying my hand. It’s not my fault you can’t control yourself.”

“Can’t control myself? You drugged me!”

“Semantics.”

I saw red. “You—! You—! You demon! You oily, shit-brained, rat-bastard of an evil undead fucker!”

Ronin licked my juices off his lips. “The time for flattery is over, pet. All this teasing has gotten me unbearably hard. Shall we fuck now?”

My eyes bugged glancing down. His cock was already a force to be reckoned with, but seeing it then, painfully hard, engorged and pearled, it looked twice its size.

That thing would destroy me.

“No,” I blurted. “No, go away. Deal with your monster erection yourself.”

“Yikes, when did you get so selfish?” he asked. “And after I made you come five times.”

“I don’t care! Untie me and get out!”

Smiling, Ronin’s soft, manicured finger rubbed slow circles between the valley of my breasts and down my stomach. That was all he did, and I snapped my legs together, groaning as my arousal heightened.

“All right, then, how about this?” he murmured. “I’ll stop. I’ll untie you and even give you this”—he shook his hand and a vial suddenly appeared on his palm—“whoops, looks like there was an antidote to the aphrodisiac. Silly me, I must’ve forgot.”

I was going to kill this guy.

“It’s yours,” he sang, shaking the vial, “along with my exit from the bedroom, and all you have to do is say one thing: that you belong to me.”

I clamped my jaw shut, eyes narrowing.

“Uh-oh, what’s this?” Ronin was enjoying this immensely. “You couldn’t possibly be this stubborn, could you? One sentence. Four words. And you get exactly what you want, so go on.”

I didn’t utter a sound. Sure it was only four words, and I didn’t even have to mean them, but that wasn’t the point. This bastard already believed he owned me body and soul. Confirming it for him was a victory he didn’t deserve, and one I refused to give him.

Rising up, I trapped his gaze. “Here are four words for you: Go screw yourself, asshole.”

Ronin guffawed, doubling over laughing. “Amazing. You’re just amazing. Everyone else I’ve fed that potion broke in less than two minutes, begging and pleading to hear my demands so that they could hand them to me. But not you.” Ronin stroked my cheek before I ripped away. “You, Charlotte Hunter... want to be fucked.”

My eyes bugged. “Wait, no! That’s not what I meant—"

Ronin jumped between my open legs, positioning himself at my entrance.

“Ronin, don’t—"

He thrust inside me with one smooth move.

We both groaned so deep and guttural, it shook the bed.

“Say it,” Ronin growled. He licked a stripe up my cheek, then kissed me hard. “Say you’ll stake that leech if he ever bares his fangs at you again. Say you’ll skin that mutt if he lifts his hind leg at you again.” A hard snap of his hips drove him deeper, rolling my eyes up in my head. “Say that you’re mine and only mine, Charlotte Hunter.”

I roared up and hooked my arms around his neck, bringing us face to face. “Fuck. You.”

He smirked—wide and terrible. “Close enough.” He pulled all the way out and thrust in, impaling that spot with one strike.

I came.