Dark Path to Heaven [Demon Romance]

Chapter 38

Chapter Music: "The Count's Manor" by Brandon Fiechter

"You don't trust me, yet your defenses are trivial," he derided. "Why do you insist on letting me treat you how I see fit?"

Without expecting an answer anymore, the force abruptly shoved me downward, in front of him. I was still soaring and was unable to move on my own, but I could now see his scornful face clearly.

Damn. I love this face.

"How should I treat this puppet, hmm?" he wondered aloud narrowing his eyes and quietly paced behind me.

One moment I could feel his cold fingers on my back, sending shivers down my spine; the next, the gown he had made me wear was tossed on the floor. Under normal circumstances, I would get embarrassed about my nudity but I had no such feeling anymore. All I wanted was to meet Astaroth anew; to see who that dangerous man was.

The sly demon didn't feel like warning me about anything he meant to do. He simply went on to remove my boots as well, sliding them off as though he was unwrapping a very personal package; a possession. He then casually walked away and settled comfortably on the side of the bed. As soon as he leaned back on his elbows, my body followed him and the force finally let me down gently as I landed on top of him.

"I'm no longer manipulating you, Sophia," he murmured in a low voice, examining me with his sharp, demonic eyes. "What will you do now?"

He may have stopped controlling me, but my body moved on its own again, before I had time to consider the best action. I slid his sweater off over his head and stared hungrily at his muscled chest and abs, as I straddled him.

I hate myself.

I'd hate him too if he was shallow like that, so why–?

Without warning, Astaroth yanked my hair, pulling my face close to his.

"You irritate me," he growled. "Your petty resistance is pathetic."

Had he sensed my hesitation? Why was he mad at me? I didn't dare think if his opinion of me had somehow changed for the worse.

"Let me make this easier for you." He grabbed my hand and placed it on his naked chest.

So he wanted me to be sincere? Even on something like that?

I reluctantly closed my eyes and let myself be led by my body rather than my mind. Letting out a breathy sigh, I ran my hands along his torso, my stomach being tied in knots at the warmth of his bare chest under my palms. Excited for more, I pressed my already heated sex against the large, swollen length in his trousers. The size of him sent a rush of heat through me and the only thing I could think of was how that would feel inside my mouth.

Sensing that he had no intention of stopping me, I bent down and pressed my lips against the warm skin of his jugular, earning a groan from him.

He really likes this, doesn't he? And his skin feels so sensitive under my lips.

Grinding myself against his hard erection, I lustfully sucked on the side of his neck. The moan I released was so embarrassing I could die.

At that moment, Astaroth's chest shook with a silent chuckle and I immediately opened my eyes to look at his amused face. The weight of his gaze made me shiver anxiously.

It's not fear holding me back; It's insecurity. I wanted him to show me who he really is, but he never asked me to do the same. Was he disappointed in me?