Free Immortals After Dark 07 - Kiss of a Demon King by Kresley Cole Page A

bloody do it again. Deny me. She drew back and coldly said, "Your vow, demon.
    Or I go." , "Never!"
    As she rose up, releasing him, she snapped, "You can't win this-you only waste my time!"
    His hands fisted above the manacles. "Finish me!"
    "Just a few words away!" She cast an illusion over herself of the dress she'd worn earlier.
    "Maybe next time."
    He reverted to his demon tongue, which she didn't have to understand to know he was cursing her vilely. No matter. She turned for the door, leaving him digging his heels in the bed and thrusting that great shaft into the air.
    Outside, her ubiquitous assistant was waiting, ready to take direction. Sabine just called her
    "Inferi." She called all of them Inferi.
    Though Sabine was still humming from her encounter with her captive, she attempted to sound calm as she gave out instructions.
    She ordered that he be sedated once more, then made to clean himself and see to his needs for the night. After that, he was to be secured to the bed with a collar at his neck, and then have his wrists bound behind his back-just in case he decided to release any steam.
    Sabine figured that if he got aroused enough, even a "little bitch" like her would begin to look like a
    Pollyanna.
    Deep in thought, she left the dungeon, trudged to her tower, then began the six flights of stairs to her room. She knew she should be more alert to danger-Omort had cornered her on her way to her room often enough-but she couldn't get her mind off Rydstrom's body.
    She'd never expected to be so affected by him. She'd been taught to think of herself as better than demons, and had seen this "breeding" as a mere play for power.
    But aside from his inexplicable bent toward good- and the fact that he was their blood enemy-Rydstrom called to her. He was so different from the men she'd known and fraternized with that he intrigued her.
    How had he gotten the scar on his face? And the ones along his shaft? Now that she'd seen most of him, there was no erasing the vision of his chest and those long, brawny arms. She'd run her greedy gaze over his large sex. . ..

    Sabine sighed. Tonight, she was going to have to make a date with B.O.B.-her battery-operated boyfriend.
    Once she crossed the threshold to her chamber and bolted the door behind her, she relaxed marginally and cast off the illusion of her dress. She was tired, but then, she was getting home from a full day of work.
    She gazed into her gilded mirror. Her career was everything to her.
    Plots and subplots. Sabine was notorious for them, and she was in deep with one right now.
    Omort, Sabine, and Lanthe alone knew the real truth behind Rydstrom's capture. The demon's heir wasn't needed to quell rebellions but to unlock the mysterious Well of Souls in the center of Tornin's court. Sabine didn't know how the prince would release the power of the well. Only that he would.
    But what Omort didn't know was that Sabine would see that her son unlocked it for her-alone.
    She was going to usurp the power from the Pravus. From Omort himself.
    Sabine planned to take the kingdom of Rothkalina and turn it into a queendom.
    By capturing the demon, she'd finally seized the means to do so. Now if she could just get him to bed her.
    Rydstrom had never known such a pain existed. His cock was still in agony. He tried to ignore the pressure within it, tried to ignore the chains that bound him, but the manacles cleaved into his skin.
    The indignity of this burned him inside like acid.
    His mind was in turmoil, questions surfacing endlessly. Would she return tonight? How long would she leave him bound? How had Sabine learned so much about Groot's bargain?
    How long had this capture been planned?
    He had to get free-but how? No one escapes the dun-geons of Tornin . . . He'd need to use Sabine as hostage. Unless she could be turned against Omort. How much loyalty did she have for her brother?
    The benefits of winning a sorceress like her over to their side would be incalculable.
    He tried to