Sticks and Stones

Chapter Twenty

Whatever the fuck it was she was wearing was a damn good look on Sofia. Caspian had never seen anything like it. He wasn't much of a connoisseur for women's fashion—but wow.

Sofia was the stuff of dreams and nightmares.

That black, shimmering cowl-neck she sported flashed just the right amount of tit. Just enough to get his mind in a frenzy though he looked cool and collected on the outside. The dress stopped halfway down her thighs, teasing him with the view of her ass and the promise of that warm, hot space between her legs. That space he knew—judging by the look she gave him—would be wet if he fancied a touch. Her hair was styled in waves, dark tresses falling down her bare, exposed back.

Caspian had half a mind to fuck her right here, right now.

To hell with the world.

Except Sofia was evil. Caspian didn't do evil. No matter how alluring said evil was.

She sauntered over, posing as confident even as he sensed her uncertainty. She dropped a hand on his rounded shoulder, gripping it as she flung one leg over his thighs and straddled him.

"Caspian—I was hoping to find you here."

She placed both her hands around his neck, clasping them together. Sat so close, each time she moved her tits brushed against his chest. Her back was right against the table, tucked in close, with Caspian's body being the sight in front of her.

"You saw me come in," He answered. "You knew where I'd be." Lazily, he tugged on the string of her dress. "You got all dressed up."

"I can hardly come into a nightclub and not look the part." When she shuffled on his lap—getting comfy—Caspian stifled a groan. "You like?"

"I'd like you to leave."

She smirked widely. "And I'd like you to open your mind a little but we don't always get our way. Now I might not be a demon with wicked strong senses, but I'm getting the sense you find me attractive right now."

With her legs spread around his body like this, her eyes on him alone, how could he not?

"So that's what you followed me here for. You need your ego stroking."

She shoved her hand over his mouth, squeezing his lips together. "I need you to stop talking and listen. Can you do that for me Cas?"

"Why should I do anything for you?"

"Because I'm asking you nicely. And because I'm in the position to reward you."

He glanced at their position again, his skin feeling hot. "I'm not a dog."

"I know you're not. The rewards I'm talking about aren't the kind that dogs enjoy."

He eyed up her lips, whispering. "You court my fire too easily. You forget I'm a big, strong demon who could make you cry."

"Forget? Oh Caspian, don't you know I'm counting on it?"

Playing with fire. Sofia wasn't ready for him. She was young and inexperienced. Caspian was a man who knew what he wanted. And what he wanted wasn't something she'd be ready to give.

"You wouldn't be able to handle me," He told her honestly. "You might think you're dark and bad and ready for anything, but you really couldn't handle me."

"That's what I'm saying Caspian but you're clearly not listening. I can handle anything." Subtly, she ground her core against his groin. "And I want to be given that chance. I want you to let me prove I can be good. Or bad. But I promise I'll be able to keep up with you."