Page 57 of Satanic Shadow

I splash his perfectly pressed suit. “What the hell, Dane?”

“You were late.”

I narrow my eyes, keeping my breasts covered in bubbles as Dane stares at me. “So you try to drown me?”

“No. I simply materialized you into the castle’s lake, left you for a minute to think about your actions, then brought you back.” He leans against the sink, crossing his arms. “I said midnight.”

I purse my lips. “I’m trying to take a bath. Get out.”

“No.” He glances at the discarded dress on the floor, the boots and tights. “We had an arrangement, which you failed to show up for.”

“You arranged it in your warped little mind,” I reply, swooping more bubbles to my chest to hide my nakedness. “I don’t remember agreeing.”

“Were you just going to fail task three?”

I shrug one shoulder, and his eye twitches in annoyance. I love pushing his buttons. Not only does it bring me joy to see him pissed off, admittedly, but he’s hot when he’s mad.

“Stand up and kiss me. We need to finish this before morning.”

“I’m in the bath, Dane,” I say, pointing out the obvious.

“And?”

“I’m naked!”

“I still don’t see the issue. I’m not going to look at you, mortal.” He straightens the cuffs of his crisp white shirt. “A body is a body. I already had my arms wrapped around yours to throw you into the lake.”

I sigh, slouching into the bath and making the water surge over the lip of the tub and splash his shoes. His eyes lower, and I hope his socks are wet.

“You’re doing the whiplash thing again. Are you going to go back to calling me a slut and making my life hell once this task is done?”

“Do you want me to?”

I frown. “Why would I want that?”

“I think you enjoy it.” He pushes from the sink, hands fisting in his pockets. “In fact, I know you do. The day we were in mortalstudies and I had you pinned to the chair, you were soaked. I could smell it, could fucking feel it on my fingers even though I hadn’t touched you.”

“If you’re only going to state the obvious, you can leave.” I roll my eyes. “I’m trying to relax, and you’re ruining my mood.”

A large hand shoves my head underwater, holding me there by the hair.I know you can hear me.Drop the fucking attitude, stand the fuck up, and kiss me like a good little human.

I struggle against the burn in my lungs. My own worst enemy as I say in my head,Bite me.

Dane pulls me up, and as I gasp for air, he shoves his mouth against mine and claims all the oxygen from my lungs in a punishing kiss, sinking his teeth into my bottom lip.

I accidentally moan as he sucks where he just bit me.

Call me masochistic, but my pussy throbs from his rough touch, the way his mouth devours me, how he’s holding me up by fisting my hair.

He doesn’t kiss me for the full minute—he pulls away, yanks my head back, and sinks his teeth into my throat, then sucks the reddening skin, reaching down to grab me by the waist.

I yelp as he lifts me out of the bathtub and flips me so my legs bracket his sides. Both hands on my hips, he turns us and slams my back into the door just as his mouth crashes down on mine again.

“When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it,” he says, hissing as my nails drag up his nape to his hair. “So when I say to be in my room by midnight…”

I scream as the room warps into a smash of colors swirling around us, until they turn black and my back is pressed to a hard surface in a bedroom I don’t recognize.

“You’ll be in my room at fucking midnight.”