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Dani

The demon of passion materializes in front of me.

The gold metal surface of his mask has a textured finish resembling the jagged edges of a flame, capturing the energy that defines him.

The mask features sharp, angular lines that enhance his pronounced jawline, creating a fierce silhouette.

His lips are curved up as he takes in my handcuffed, naked body.

I squeeze my legs shut, feeling too exposed.

“Heal her,” Adonis demands.

His espresso brown curly hair lies in waves around his mask.

My cheeks flush as I remember him pleasuring Killian while I slept.

I know I didn’t dream that… I couldn’t forget those amber eyes even if I wanted to.

Even now, they pierce through his mask into my soul, beckoning me to let him in.

The openings around his mask’s eyes are narrow and slitted, giving him a predatory look that reflects passion.

Dax nods at Adonis and Adonis leaves, slamming the door behind him.

Geez… why is he so pissed all of sudden?

“You know, little dove,” Dax purrs as he takes a few steps closer to me. “Being chained up and wearing nothing but a see-through bra and shredded sleeves on your arms... it has me feeling things.” His voice is so smooth.

That mask… I squeeze my legs together even tighter, rubbing them together for friction.

Shitting god… why am I like this ?

He walks closer and cocks his head to the side as he examines me. I should be asking so many fucking questions right now, but I can’t seem to spit them out.

He glances around the room and his eyes fixate on the wine bottle sitting on the table against the wall. He opens it up and sets the cork off to the side and pours himself a glass.

“Would you like some?”

If I say yes, maybe he will uncuff me. “Yes. Please. That sounds nice.” I try to say in my nicest tone.

He grins and pours a second glass.

Dax walks over to me, looking incredibly sexy, especially with his mask on. His neck tattoos pop out of his tight, black shirt and I bite my lip as my eyes trail down his muscular arms and stomach.

Jesus Christ… are all demons this sexy and ripped?

The bed dips when he sits, and he sets the wine glass and bottle on the end table next to me.

I watch him cautiously.

Now that he’s closer, I can examine his mask better—designs etched in gold and black swirl around the metal like flames. The patterns dance across the surface, flickering with every light shift.

“Take these off...” I pull on the handcuffs, causing them to tear at my skin more, and I wince.

“What ever happened to manners?” He’s toying with me.

“Pretty please,” I say in my best pathetic voice.

He leans in closer to my face and reaches out towards my wrists. I notice his neck tattoos again and the prominent rune symbol etched into his inner arm—kind of like Adonis’ but with a different mark.

Interesting.

“Tempting...” He says while pulling his hand back.

He pulls a knife out from his pocket, and my heart hammers against my chest.

“I can tell you’re curious… You have questions. I have answers. You are excited. I want to play.” He runs the cold bl ade up my stomach and cuts the middle of my bra, exposing my full breasts.

“Black is more my color,” he says erotically, pulling the fabric from my chest so it hangs on my arms along with my shirt.

“You see, little dove, being a demon, I can make you feel things.” He waves his hand with a simple flick, and my eyes roll back as I pant for air. I practically come.

“Good girl… Just wait until you actually feel me deep inside of you.” His low voice sends a chill up my body.

God, I love this shit. Relishing in my dark, twisted fantasies.

“You don’t have to wear that mask, none of you do. I’ve seen all your faces.” I finally say after I catch my breath.

Dax eyes the bottle of wine on the end table.

“Oh, but little dove, you like these masks on us. Don’t you? We know what you truly want. What you need.” He runs the sharp edge of the knife down my chest and gently traces my nipple.

“You want to be ravished. Wanted. Needed. Dominated but worshipped… You want what only we can give. Tell me I’m wrong.” The blade stops swirling around my nipple.

His voice alone could make me come. I practically moan over his words. My body betrays me, and I feel the wetness soaking my pussy as I squeeze my legs together.

“That’s what I thought.”

He waves his hand in front of his face, concealing his mask, wherever the hell they keep it.

Wow… he is handsome. Even more handsome in the daylight.

His grin is wide, showcasing those beautiful dimples and sharp canines. I want to run my tongue across his teeth... pull his soft looking curls and sit on his face.

What the hell is wrong with me?

His eyes are something I’ve never seen before. Like sunlit honey pouring over polished amber stones .

“Please, just let me go. I’ll do whatever you want. Just, take the handcuffs off. Please,” I beg nicely.

“How about this? I will heal you, and then I will make you come. How does that sound, little dove? Although, your blood does smell so sweet... It’s very,” He pushes the tip of the blade around my nipple, causing a tiny droplet of blood to roll down my breast. “Tempting,” he finishes.

He quickly waves his hands over my wrists, and immediately, my skin begins to warm and tingle.

I look up at my cuffed hands, and the skin is completely healed.

“That’s going to take some getting used to... Take them off, now.” I demand.

“No, no, no... I said I would heal you. I never said I would free you, little dove. You can’t escape us. We are yours, and you are ours. Forever. The quicker you can accept that, the quicker you can be free.” His calloused hands grip my throat and his finger traces my lip.

Something wicked goes through his head. I can tell by the look on his face.

He grabs the wine bottle from the end table and then brings it to my face. “Suck,” his voice is so demanding, but I like it.

Without even thinking, I open my mouth and begin sucking the neck of the bottle. A noise escapes his lips, making those intoxicating and forbidden sensations return between my legs.

“I want nothing more than to suck this blood right off your tit and lick those fucking wrists clean.” He says wickedly while wetting his full lips with his tongue.

He pushes the neck of the wine bottle in and out of my mouth.

“I want to cut you with this knife, just so I can lick the blood from it and heal you, over and over again until you beg me to stop.” He pulls the wine bottle away.

Oh, I want that. I want that very badly.

“Why don’t you, then. ”

I’m clinically insane…

His booming laugh fills the room. “Oh, I will, little dove. We will fuck in our blood, I promise you that. I will have your blood, and you will have mine once you accept the bond that will happen. But not until you fucking beg for it.”

“Bond? What are you talking about?”

“I thought you figured that out already... you intertwined us when you summoned us and fastened us to your very soul, Dani.” His brows furrow at my confusion.

“We belong to you now, Dani. Just like you belong to us, body and soul. There is no undoing it, only completing it. The longer you take to complete, the more mad you’ll go with need…

with want,” he takes a sip of wine from his glass and then continues.

“You will wear our symbols proudly on your skin. You will taste our blood as we will taste yours, once you are willing to do so, then you will free us from the curse.”

Anger quickly washes over me and so many questions flood my mind. “I will do no such thing! You can’t brand me like cattle! What was that thing in the woods? Can you hear my thoughts, too? Where is Killian?”

“So eager for answers. And here I thought you were eager to come... My mistake. Perhaps I should send Killian in here to handle you instead since I’m not doing it for you.”

The weight on the bed shifts as Dax gets up to leave. Disappointment washes over his face and my heart falls to my stomach.

“No!” I pause for a moment as he stops. “Please... please don’t go. I-I want you... I mean, I want to.” Heat rises to my face as I’m embarrassed feeling so turned on right now.

“You want to what, Dani? Do you want to come? Do you want to scream my name like you did Adonis’ while I eat that pretty little pussy of yours? You want to scream as you fuck this wine bottle?”

Woah. What now? My mouth falls open. I can’t ignore the throb in between my legs with his words .

He walks over to me again and rubs his finger over my lips. Instinctively, I open my mouth and suck. My tongue swirls around his finger and I do a mental backflip from the shocked look on his face.

Dax sucks in a breath; his amber eyes darken again.

He then replaces his finger with the wine bottle again and demands, “Suck.”

I open my mouth, run my tongue along the bottle, and then put it in my mouth. Making sure to do my best dick-sucking face. I glance down at Dax’s pants, feeling satisfied at the very large bulge.

Dax catches my gaze, “You like what you see, little dove?”

“Don’t call me that.” I snap at him while turning my face away from the wine bottle. He waves his hand once again over my body and my irritation is sharply replaced with pleasure. My body shakes as the magic ripples within. Dax shuts his hand, ending the pleasure right when I was about to come.

I don’t know what kind of voodoo shit he is doing, but dammit I need more.

“Don’t toy with me, Dax!”

“Someone is awfully greedy.” His grin sharpens.

He takes another sip from the glass and then he is on top of me.

He leans in, closing the distance between us and gently presses his lips to mine.

A warm thrill surges through my body in response to the tenderness of his soft, inviting mouth.

My lips part automatically, as if drawn to the warmth of the red wine, igniting a spark that dances between us.