“You don’t have to say anything.” Her smile is brighter than diamonds. “I think you’ve already told me in a few ways.” She shakes her head, still smiling. “You can deny it all you want, Rosier, Prince of Hell.” She says my title like it’s the name of a fool at court. “But I know the truth. Despite all your moaning and groaning that devils can’t care or show kindness, I know better. And I’m going to exploit that.”
She lifts her chin, and I lean down so our noses can touch. “Exploit me all you want. Plunder my father’s coffers. Curse my name; spit in my face.” She laughs, but I continue, “You, Minnie, are my hubris, the chink in my armor. Perhaps, even, my downfall.” Her laughter fades to a giggle, and I can’t help but kiss her. “I like kissing you,” I whisper against her lips.
“Then don’t stop.” Before I can act on her request, she presses her finger against my lips. “But maybe not until after I finish this chapter.”
She rolls back around and picks up the book once more. I read over her shoulder, saying, “Maur loses the war and is tossed into a crevice as a traitor, where he still resides to this day.”
“Spoilers!” she hisses.
“It’s history.”
She settles further into my lap, wriggling her body, getting comfortable. “Shush.”
I hold her, forgetting where we are. The plane we’re on doesn’t matter. So long as I have her, I feel powerful–not from might or wealth, nothing to do with the leverage we hold. Her companionship is all I desire.
If that is to be my downfall, so be it.
EPILOGUE
Minnie
Rosier sits on his knees,looking up at me with complete admiration while his lips are curled in a cocky smile showing off his fangs.
I stroke the hair between his horns. “You’ve been very sweet today.”
“Am I not sweet every day, my Queen?” His tail swishes behind him.
I giggle, both at his eagerness and at the plans I have in store. “Would you like a reward?”
“Yes, my Queen.”
I bite down on my smile, dying to know what he’s picturing in his head. Maybe me riding him or me struggling to take all of him in my mouth. I’m half tempted to abandon my plan and do both. But I stick to my resolve.
“Stay put.”
I walk over to the drawer where I’ve stashed the object I commissioned from the court blacksmith. Kas had to help me a little. I wasn’t sure what metals would work best for a toy like this, but of course, Kas did. (“You kids have it good with silicone. Back in my day–”)
“Close your eyes,” I tell Rosier. Peeking over my shoulder, I can tell his golden eyes are shut tight. He’s pretty obedient when he knows he’ll get a reward.
I take the leathery straps made of I’m-too-scared-to-ask-what, but they feel nice against my skin and do a good job of holding the metal toy between my legs. I return to Rosier, holding the base of the metal cock.
“Open up now.”
“Oh,” he breathes. His smile grows, becoming properly devilish. “Ihavebeen good.”
I giggle. “So very good. I’ll even let you decide what I fuck first.”
Rosier lets out a little groan like he always does when I say “fuck.”I want you to fuck me. Fuck me harder and deeper. Fuck you’re so good…
“Do you want me to pleasure your ass first?” I run my thumb along the slit at the head of the metal cock. “Or your dick?”
Rosier responds faster than I expected. “Mouth.”
“O-oh.” My cheeks start to burn. So much for being some stone-cold femme top. Though, I have my reasons. “It’s… are you going to chip a tooth? On the metal?”
“I would never use teeth on you like that Minnie,” he assures me, as if there is any way this little game could possibly harm me.
His forked tongue laps at the toy’s tip. Then, to my surprise, it wraps around it, starting at the head and working all the way down the shaft, like a ribbon.