Chapter 14
Drake could seethe fear and confusion in her eyes, a look she'd worn since she'd heard the truth, both Dretnor's and his own. His dragon paced and railed inside his body, torn between lamenting his mate's distress and a desire to tear apart the demon who'd thought to separate them.
When she'd fled after the fiasco, he'd searched her out backstage, but she'd already escaped. He'd flashed to her apartment and found it empty. Desperate to find her and explain himself, he'd gone to her father's home in Hell next. Lo and behold, he'd found her, spitting mad. Probably not the right moment to tell her how sexy it made her.
Throwing her over his shoulder to take her back to his place seemed like a good idea at the time, but even with his excess strength, her wiggling body, not to mention well-aimed jabs at his kidneys, made him think he would have been better off tranquilizing her first.
Her violent assault was also punctuated by vile insults, some so original he made note of them for future use. A delicate shrinking violet she was not. Fuck, did he love her toughness.
With the use of a portal, he finally made it inside his place, a retrofitted cave in the bowels of a mountain situated within the Rockies. He liked his privacy. Setting her down, he moved back quickly as she whirled with flying fists.
"Rotten, scum-sucking bastard. I'm going to tear your intestines out and tie you up with them. I'm going to—"
"Tie you up and gag you if you don't simmer down and listen," he stated calmly. His cock, on the other hand, swelled; apparently, it hoped she'd keep up her histrionics.
Her eyes narrowed at him dangerously, but he caught the scent of her arousal, not to mention he couldn't miss seeing the way her nipples hardened into pebbles and protruded through her shirt.
Thank Satan, she liked a bit of kink. He was more than happy to oblige. Taking the brunt of her punches and kicks with not even a grunt escaping him, he wrapped his arms around her tightly and carried her screaming invectives into his bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed and dove on top of her, covering her squirming body with his own. She bucked under him deliciously, and he grinned at her, even as he bound her hands to the fur-lined manacles that hung from the top corners of his bed.
She finally shut up, and her eyes widened. Her sweet little tongue licked her lusciously full lips, and he held back a groan as he gripped her ankles to spread them. He manacled them as well and stood back to look at her, spread-eagle on his bed. Only one thing ruined the view. Pulling out a dagger, he straddled her suddenly still body.
She said not a word, but her eyes grew wide as saucers. Once again, though, she showed her mettle, not even flinching when he sliced through her clothing and pulled it away, leaving her naked.
"I hate you," she said finally when he stood back to admire her nude body.
"Your body says otherwise."
"Just because we're about to have awesome sex doesn't mean I've forgiven you," she stated.
He grinned and arched a brow. "Don't worry. I intend to make it better than awesome, and I'm not releasing you 'til you say the words I want to hear."
"How's fuck you?" she said with a nasty smile.
"Now, baby, is that any way to talk to your mate?" He shook his finger at her. "It's that kind of language that is going to earn you a spanking."
"You wouldn't dare!"
He just smiled and pulled a paddle out from the chest at the foot of his bed.
Again, her eyes widened, and then she turned into a hellcat. She thrashed and pulled at the restraints, and while her words screamed scorn and disgust, her pussy glistened and the smell of her lust permeated the air.
Time to make her scream...in pleasure.