“You need a hand?” he offers.
“To use the bathroom?” I quirk a brow at him. “No, I think I’ve got it.”
Gathering up some of the empty tubs, I make my way through to the kitchen, abandoning them for later before heading down to the bathroom.
My skin tingles as I step back into the hallway, as if I’m being watched.
Ignoring it, I push forward. And it’s not until I’ve got my fingers wrapped around the handle, about to let myself in that I realise I really should have put a little more thought into that feeling.
My heart jackhammers as a hand wraps around my throat and a long, hard body presses against me, forcing me inside.
“Daemon, what the hell are you—”
My words are cut off when he pushes me back up against the door and slams his lips down on mine.
My hands land on his chest, less than gently, as I try to push him off me.
But his weight is too much, and eventually, I have no option but to give in to what we both know is inevitable.
A loud growl rips up his throat when I finally cave and return his kiss, licking deep into his mouth and accepting everything he’s offering me as his body continues to crush mine, his cock hard and insistent as he grinds it against my stomach.
“What are you doing?” I breathe when he finally releases my lips in favour of my neck.
“Reminding you who you belong to,” he groans against the sensitive patch of skin beneath my ear.
“I’m not yours, Nikolas,” I argue.
“We’ll see.”
“Oh, shit,” I gasp as his hand dips under my dress and pushes into my leggings.
A growl rumbles in his throat as he drags his fingers through me, finding me wet and ready.
“I really hope this is for me, Angel.”
“Oh God,” I whimper as he circles my clit.
“Tell me, Angel. Is this for me… or him?”
I bite down on the insides of my lips to stop me from answering.
When he realises, his movement stops, making me cry out in frustration.
“Tell me, or I’ll send you back out there dripping wet and desperate.”
My eyes narrow in anger.
“I’m sure he could finish the job,” I taunt. It’s a low blow, but that seems to be where we’ve fallen in this little game we’re playing.
“Don’t fucking push me, Angel. You won’t like the outcome. And I think there’s a set of young eyes out there who probably wouldn’t appreciate it if I carried you out and fucked you over the coffee table to make a point.”
“No,” I cry in panic.
“Right, so tell me. Is this for me…” He pushes his hand lower, dipping two fingers inside me and bending them just so. “Or him?”
“You,” I cry. “It’s for you.”
A devilish smile pulls at his lips as I make that confession.