Playing With Fire - Katie MacAlister [7]
I cocked an eyebrow at the sight of the whip. ‘‘Been watching Indiana Jones movies again?’’
His smile was blatantly sexual, right down to the devilish twinkle in his black eyes. ‘‘Just indulging myself in a few fantasies. Speaking of which . . .’’ He threw himself down onto a white leather couch, patting the seat. ‘‘Come sit with Papa.’’
‘‘Are we ever going to be able to do this without sexual harassment?’’ I asked, primly seating myself on a chair as far away from him as I could get.
‘‘Sweetness,’’ he cooed, rolling over onto his back and giving me a playful look. ‘‘Come. And I do mean that literally.’’
I thinned my lips and stayed put.
‘‘Hey, little girl.’’ He unbuttoned the last few buttons on his shirt and waggled his eyebrows suggestively. ‘‘Can I interest you in a piece of candy?’’
I lifted my chin.
His fingers drifted down to his waistband as he pouted slightly. ‘‘I’m going to think my little loveykins is mad unless she gives her daddy some sugar.’’
‘‘Oh, for mercy’s sake . . . Magoth!’’ I said, exasperated.
He sighed and propped himself up, his shirt gaping open in a way that allowed me to see his entire masculine chest. As a demon lord, Magoth had the ability to don whatever form he chose, but oddly enough, the one he had used ever since I had been bound to him was his true form—that of a black-haired, black-eyed, incredibly handsome man who unabashedly oozed sexuality. ‘‘If I didn’t know better, my dear, I’d swear you had no soul. What can a little wicked indulgence hurt?’’
‘‘ ‘Hurt’ being the key word,’’ I said, crossing my arms over my stomach and reminding myself that no matter how human he looked, he was still a demon lord.
Magoth propped himself up on one arm, his tight leather pants emphasizing every line of his well-muscled thighs. He smiled. ‘‘You don’t know you won’t like it unless you try it.’’
I kept my mouth shut, having learned the hard way that Magoth was more than happy to spend hours attempting to seduce me into his arms. The sooner I could get his mind to business, the better.
Magoth’s eyes sparkled, a fact I had only a moment to notice before he was suddenly standing before me, having pulled me into his arms. ‘‘Why don’t you let me show you just how fine the line is between pain and pleasure?’’ he murmured, his breath cold against my skin as his mouth nibbled a line along my jaw.
One hand slid along my back, his fingers leaving an icy trail that sent shivers up and down my flesh. His eyes promised much, and for a moment, I sagged into him, pulled into an erotic vision of tangled limbs, heated flesh, and pleasure so exquisite it hurt.
‘‘You have so much promise, sweet May, so much to learn, and there is so much I wish to teach you. Let me show you the truth behind that which you can only imagine. Let me bring you to the heights of ecstasy,’’ he murmured against my neck, his fingers dancing lower, following the line of my behind, and nudging my legs apart with his thigh.
His words spun a spell around me, my mind filling with images that simultaneously aroused and repulsed me. ‘‘That’s it,’’ he urged, supporting me as he backed up to the couch. ‘‘Give yourself over to the pleasure. I am a very good lover, my sweet May. You will have no regrets.’’
The erotic images danced in my brain, seducing me even as his words and caresses did. I fell backwards, sinking into nothingness as his icy fingers skimmed down the buttons of my shirt, parting the material, his head bending over my chest. The cold of his body as he slid himself across me caused my skin to prickle painfully, my nipples hard and sensitive as his bare chest rubbed against them.
‘‘That’s it, my darling. Let me have you,’’ he purred against my neck, one hand slipping up between my thighs to part them.
It was his cold touch on the heated center of me that broke the spell he’d so carefully woven. My eyes snapped open as I realized I was a few seconds away from an irreversible step.
‘‘No!’’ I shouted, shoving him off me as I scrambled to my feet, snatching up my shirt and backing away.
He looked up