Page 22 of Boyfriend From Hell
“So, little nightmare—I know that needy little cunt of yours heard my question earlier.”
He leaned toward me ever so slightly, placing his hand over mine and guiding it up his thigh slowly.
His filthy words had shocked me before, but hearing them this time stirred something within me. God, this guy could really go from zero to one hundred just like that.
“No God involved here, but you can worship me like one, sweet one.” He winked.
I swallowed, feeling the chords of muscle under the thin velvet that covered his thigh.
I wasn’t sure what to even say. No one has ever talked dirty to me like that, at least not in person.
Sure, Felix and I sexted before, very early on in our relationship, but he never said anything even remotely like this face to face.
The corner of his mouth quirked up as he leaned further into me, hand still sliding mine up his thigh.
“Thinking of that feeble man now?” His face was inches from mine, so close I could taste the scent of smoke that seemed to hang around him.
I don’t want to fuck him—I don’t think? I mean, I think I did just say I’d date him, but fuck him?
What are devil dicks even like? Does that even matter in the sense of cock?
He’s not—not the sexiest man I’ve ever seen but, I haven’t had sex since Felix—and the last time we did that was well over a year ago.
Plus, he can’t expect me to open my legs up for him just like that!
Who does he think I am? I shook the thoughts from my head, suddenly feeling guilty and overwhelmed.
“Calm yourself, little nightmare.”
Raios’ free hand found my chin and I leaned into the touch, seeking the comfort I knew it could give me. In my movement, I hadn’t realized the hand I’d had on his thigh had also moved–and was now resting on the edge of his cock.
I could feel that he was hard—and, from what I could tell, big.
Instinctively, I slid my hand further up, curious, and gripped him through his pants.
A conflicting pulse throbbed between my legs.
“Your thoughts are loud, almost insufferably so. So conflicted. —” He brushed his thumb along my bottom lip.
“I know that you ache to feel my cock inside you.”
Damn him and his mind reading. He pulled my face to his until we were so close our breath intertwined.
“Does it bother you that not only can I speak to your mind, but I can also hear all those pretty little thoughts rolling around in there?” Each word caused his lips to brush against mine.
It didn’t bother me so much as it was annoying, knowing every thought I had was on display for the man before me.
So much for my previous plan, looks like I was going to have to come to terms with this new reality of mine and just succumb to it.
Because I surely wasn’t going to give myself up to just being trapped here.
Wait, so this meant he was able to read my thoughts from the very beginning.
That was more embarrassing than anything else!
He moved my hand slowly so that I was now fully stroking him through his pants, a breathy moan escaped his lips.
The sound shot a shiver of electricity through me, knowing that such a small guided touch could make someone—something—like him unravel.
I rotated my hips forward, pressing my center into the hard wood of the chair.
Suddenly desperate for any sort of friction.
“Needy thing you are.” He brushed his lips against mine.
Thoughts and worries of Felix faded away, maybe moving on wouldn’t be so bad. The gremlin part of my brain piped up––maybe it would make him jealous? But, if I’m stuck down here, would he even know?
Raios growled and pulled away, leaving my mouth cold in his wake.
I stared at him in confusion as he released his hold on me and pushed his chair back leaving me to sit there in sudden embarrassment.
“What is with you and that piss ant of a man?” He growled. “Your thoughts have perseverated over that useless waste of breath ever since you moved into that dreadful little apartment building.”
I shot him a dirty look and scoffed. His face twisted into a look I was all too familiar with. He couldn’t be serious—was he jealous?
“Uh, we dated for years and then he dumped me. I have a right to think about it. It’s not my problem that you can read my mind. It’s completely reasonable for me to think about him sometimes. Or even wonder and —”
“If you say, miss him…” he warned.
“What does it matter to you if I do or not? It’s not like we actually know each other or have something between us. We literally just met yesterday!” I raised my voice, gesturing between us as I glared at him.
I folded my arms across my chest.
To think—I actually thought he might be above the whole “jealous, unhinged man” thing.
His eyes flared in response.
“Insane? I dragged you to Hell, told you I’m a devil and you genuinely thought I was anything but?
I’m a literal devil. The first son of the King of Hell, himself.
Don’t think for one second I am anything but insane.
And, now that you’ve agreed to be mine, I will not stand for having my mate think of another man—history or not. ”
I stared at him, baffled, and barked out a laugh that only seemed to make the flame in his eyes burn hotter.
“Mate? I don’t even know you! Just because I agreed to go out with you in a moment of—I don’t know, survival—doesn’t mean we’re mates, you fucking psycho. I don’t care whose son you are—you don’t get to tell me who I can or can’t think about.”
He stormed toward me, but I held my ground, defiant even from my chair. He jabbed a finger into my chest and the spot where he touched me burned.
“We are mates. You’re mine and I am yours.
You made the wish, and I am fulfilling that deal.
That mark you now wear on your chest signifies not only the deal, but our bond, don't be such a soft-brained human.” He placed his hands on either side of the chair, pushing his weight forward on the arm rests.
“Fuck the mark, fuck your deal, and fuck you,” I yelled, secretly loving how easy it was to tip him over the edge.
I’d never been one to be confrontational, but something about seeing him so riled up and jealous sparked something in me.
“For as long as your fragile little human heart beats, Deer, you’re mine. And the moment that wad of meat stutters and stops in that sultry chest of yours, I’m reclaiming you—remaking you into a demoness to be with me for all eternity.”
My head fell back in laughter. Why is it always the hot ones that are insane?
“You crazy son of a bitch.”
At least Felix wasn’t insane—just an asshole. Raios gripped the arms of the chair so hard the wood splintered between his fingers.