Page 18 of His Little Devil
Nodding, they quickly scurry out of the room. I wait until the doors slam shut before pushing my chair back and turning Silver toward me.
“What do you think you're doing,” she hisses, looking around for someone.
Placing my hand on her upper thigh, I run my finger along the lace and satin she's wearing.
“Keep eating, while I have my breakfast,” I order, sliding out of my chair and dropping to my knees between her thighs.
Taking in her scent, my mouth waters.
Silver gasps as I rip the flimsy thong off of her. I don't know why Layna bothered. I hate having any barriers.
“Luke, what, oh fuck,” she moans as I lick her slow and soft, teasing her clit. Moving my hands to her legs, I spread her wider, allowing me more room.
Looking up at her, her lips are parted and her silver eyes are wide. Her skin is flushed and she never looked more beautiful.
“Eat,” I remind her, and she rolls her eyes before bringing her fork to her lips, taking a bite, then licking the tines clean with her tongue.
My dick twitches at the memory of her licking me like that.
If she wants to act like a brat, then I'll treat her like one. Giving myself enough room, I slap her pussy hard.
“Shit. Ow,” Silver yelps, and I smirk.
“I was going to be nice and give you relief after this morning, but I don't think you deserve it.”
Pulling her dress back down, I conjure her new panties, then toss them onto her lap as I climb onto my feet and take my seat once more.
“You can't be serious,” she mumbles and I shrug, grabbing my plate and cutting a piece of ham.
“Don't fuck with the Devil, Silver. Now fucking eat your meal, or I will cram it down your throat.”
I wait until she starts to listen, then I smile.
“Great, now that you’re behaving, we can discuss the ball this weekend. It will be a big event and everyone will be in attendance.”
“By everyone, you mean…” She trails off and I nod, grabbing my napkin to wipe my mouth before continuing.
“Yes, all of the coven will be there, including those boys that thought they could take what was mine. Attendance is mandatory, Silver.”
Her eyes close, and she takes a deep breath, then rubs her chest.
“Merida will be here later. She is my chef and runs the kitchen. She will be catering the party, as I don’t trust anyone else to prepare my meals,” I continue, and she sighs but nods.
Good girl. See, as long as she obeys me, she will be happy by my side.
“You will need to discuss flowers and color schemes, and be fitted for your gown. The whole ordeal. It’s not everyday that the Devil marries,” I say with a big grin, and she chokes on a sip of tea that she just took.
“Mar–married?” she stutters, and I frown. Certainly this shouldn’t come as a complete shock. I mean, how else did she expect to be my queen?
“Silver, I am going to marry you, coronate you, and then fill your womb with many heirs. But that doesn’t mean that you will be miserable as my bride. I will love you, and only you, until my last breath. I will show you all that Hell has to offer, and shower you with jewels and pleasure.”
I take her hand and make sure she’s looking me in my eyes. Her silver gaze shimmers with tears, and I press the top of her hand to my lips, resting it there as I speak.
“I will cherish you. Since the moment I met you in that dreadful coffee shop, I knew that you were meant to be mine. I will make you happy, Silver. Say yes.”
Her lips part as I kiss her hand and release her. I may be asking for permission, but she really has no choice. I will wed her and bed her, filling her with my seed, with or without her consent.
She may weaken me at times, but I still am the Devil, and I will not be controlled.