“Valora!” Garul shouted, and I jumped backward with fright. He growled in anger.
“I’m s-sorry,” I stuttered and lowered myself to my knees before him.
“I’m very disappointed.” Garul grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “This is not how I wanted the evening to go. I know whom you were with yesterday and how sore you must be. I wanted to make it easy for you, but I’m afraid you’ve given me no choice.”
He swiped his palm across my face in a bruising slap, which did the opposite of what he probably intended. It snapped me out of the fear constricting my body. My hand darted out and wrapped around his length. Part of me wanted to rip the offending member from his body, but I knew my strength wouldn’t allow it.
So I followed the other instinct.
And stroked him.
Take control.
Exhaust him.
Those were my own words, emboldened by Adrik’s approval. This was what he’d meant.
My husband’s statement regarding Garul’s stamina returned with a vengeance, urging me onward. If I made this demon come, he wouldn’t be able to perform. Right?
Yes, Adrik whispered, whether in reply to my question or in encouragement to my actions, I didn’t know.
“Oh, fuck,” Garul groaned with desire threaded through his moan. He grabbed my other hand and placed it on his ass. “Fuck punishment. I want this.”
I tried to struggle, but he guided one of my fingers into his anus. It was tight and felt so wrong, but within seconds it had Garul thrusting his hips harder into my hand.
“So good. I need this. Harder, whore.”
Not a whore, I fought back, refusing to allow his statements to cloud my mind. Otherwise, he might end up as a pile of dust on the floor. Not that he didn’t deserve it, but I wouldn’t be able to hide two murders. It would be too difficult to explain to my husband if all his men disappeared.
With a loud bellow, Garul thrust into my grip and came. I avoided the sticky liquid as best I could, and it pooled on the floor.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
Eventually, Garul stopped his movements and his essence flow ceased. I didn’t move, too afraid of what might happen next. What if Necros lied about his stamina? I hadn’t considered that before, too focused on exhausting the demon.
My throat dried.
Oh—
“What have I done?” Garul’s eyes widened as he looked down at me and the mess on the floor. “No, this wasn’t how the evening was supposed to go.”
He swayed on the spot, and I desperately pulled my hands away from him, itching to wash them.
“Damn it.” Garul collapsed to the floor, unmoving.
“Shit.” I scrambled to my feet, wondering if I’d killed another one of Necros’s men. It would truly be a death sentence if I had. Nobody, not even Adrik, could save me from this.
I tentatively reached forward and felt for a pulse; it beat fast and furious beneath my hand.
Thank Lucifer.
Garul grunted and rolled over onto his side, then started to snore.
He’s asleep?
You exhausted him, Adrik said, seemingly amused. Good job.
Will he wake up again? I asked, running over to the sink to wash my hands as thoroughly as the water and soap allowed.