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DAEMON

Isuck in a sharp breath as she flicks my knife open, and I swear to fucking God, the sight of her with it pointing toward me only gets me fucking harder.

“Angel, w-what are you doing?” I growl, my voice rough with desire.

“Finally taking control,” she states confidently. Leaning forward, she presses the flat of my blade against my cheek, the cool metal doing little to cool my skin. “You see, I think I’ve been pretty patient. I thought I’d proven myself to be trustworthy. Yet you still keep hiding shit from me,” she seethes.

My pulse hitches as she drags the blade down to my neck.

“I-I t-trust you,” I whisper, cringing at how quickly I’m losing grasp of my control.

Her eyes hold mine as she shakes her head sadly.

“You seem to say all the right words, Nikolas. But your actions speak louder.”

“N-n-n—”

“Just look around,” she says, throwing her free hand out and gesturing around the room. “I don’t even know where we are. I barely know the reason we’re here. I’ve no clue what’s happening at home, where everyone thinks I am. Yet I’m meant to blindly trust you? A guy who has drugged me. Twice. Ignored me for months. Locked me up both in his flat and now here. And yet he still refuses to let me fucking in.”

I stare at her with my chin dropped. I’ve always known there’s more to Calli than everyone thinks there is.

But knowing it and seeing it are two very different things.

“I’m so fucking hard for you right now,” I force out, keeping my voice steady.

Thrusting my hips up, my cock aches as her breath catches and her eyes shutter for a beat. But she quickly recovers and her jaw locks up in frustration.

“We’re not going there,” she snarls. “I’ve got a point to make, and you’re not going to make me forget it with your big, magical dick.”

I can’t help the smirk that twitches at my lips.

“Magical?” I ask, losing the fight with my amusement, feeling my mask slipping away as I stare up at this girl who’s owned me for far longer than I’m sure she’ll never be able to grasp.

“Not the point I’m trying to make,” she mutters, her cheeks heating from her admission.

“So what was the point of tying me up and putting me at your mercy then, Angel?”

I can’t deny that if anyone else had done this to me, I’d be freaking the fuck out.

Being restrained, losing control. Neither is something that I’m good with.

But it’s Calli.

I might have been holding out on her, but really, I know there’s nothing I won’t give her. Even my fears.

I tug at my wrists, impressed with how she’s trussed me up.

After years of training, I’m pretty sure I could slip them pretty easily, but for now, I’ll let her have her fun.

“I want inside you, Nikolas.“

“Pretty sure that should be my line,” I quip.

A growl rumbles deep in her throat.

“You’re infuriating.”

“And you’re sexy as fuck and grinding what I suspect is your still-bare pussy down on my cock.”