![]() Demon Throne
-- EXCERPT: Sin stood, ass propped on the workbench, legs planted wide, head tipped back as a demon female knelt before him, working him noisily. Sin wasn’t touching her. His hands were braced on the workbench behind him, chest vibrating as she applied herself to her task. What was she doing with her teeth? And that gobbling noise? That was not the best technique. I tore my gaze from her, dragging it up Sin’s washboard abs and hard pecs to find his midnight eyes fixed on me. “Nyx.” He said my name like an invitation, and I found myself fighting the urge to step forward, shove the useless woman out of the way, and take her place. I didn’t do any of that, though. Instead, I crossed my arms and arched an amused brow. “Hello, Sin, did I interrupt something fun?” To give her credit, the demon hadn’t stopped working him; if anything, her ministrations become faster, almost desperate. Sin placed his hand on her head. “Enough.” She disengaged with a pop, looking up at him. “But you said you had to come. You haven’t come yet.” He looked down at her dispassionately. “I know.” “But that means I won’t get what I want.” “Unfortunately, yes.” She stood slowly and turned to glare at me. “This is your fault. You interrupted us and ruined it.” “No,” Sin said. “Your technique leaves much to be desired. Come back when you’ve perfected it and we can trade.” She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times and then pressed her lips together, pushing back her shoulders in determination. “I will be back, Sin. Mark my words.” “I don’t doubt it.” Sin smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. The woman brushed past me and dove into the stacks, eager to get away now, but her departure left me with an unobstructed view of Sin’s demonhood, and damn… Sin reached for himself, slowly, carefully tucking away his prize. I cleared my throat and pulled my gaze up to his face. F*ck, he had a beautiful face, hard planes and chiseled jaw, wide, flat cheekbones, and dark eyes that swam with flecks of silver. He would have been angelic in appearance if not for the slightly crimson hue to his smooth, velvety skin and the horns that curved up and back from his head. “What do you want today, Nyx?” he asked in his deep, gravelly voice. ![]()
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