Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 144404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
“Remember she’s pregnant,” was all Trent said, his head shaking like I’d really put a foot in it this time.
“With Hell spawn,” Gray growled. “I assure you, she can take it.”
Then he picked me up and carted me off like a bag of flour, upending me so my whole view of the world was his muscular ass cheeks. As views go, pretty nice. Especially since that part of me that liked to give over and simply feel was anticipating what was about to happen.
I don’t cry as a general principle. It’s not that I think it’s a girly thing to do. I was raised by a man who thought if I was crying, he should give me something to cry about—despite the fact that he’d usually been the reason I was crying in the first place. My adoptive father was an abusive prick, and all his hate was focused on me, so I’d learned to shut down.
Gray had given me a safe way to unleash all those emotions, and they were trapped inside me in that moment.
What he was about to do would release them, and I would feel better, think better, when he was done.
He manhandled me onto the spanking bench, laying me on my stomach. I found the armrests and where my shins met the warm, oddly soft leather.
That was the moment that soft leather became hands covering my wrists and ankles and holding me in a gentle but firm grip.
“What the hell.” I had not been expecting the bench to grow hands.
“Yes. Hell, baby. Did you think there wouldn’t be some fun things to do on the Hell plane?” Gray chuckled, but it was a sound of deep satisfaction. He really had me where he wanted me, and I couldn’t get out, couldn’t get away.
I liked it.
“Will it spank me, too?” There was no small amount of challenge in my question.
“No. That’s a job I relish. I wouldn’t give it to anyone else.” And then that big hand came down on my backside, the sound cracking through the playroom.
Pain hit me hard and fast. He hadn’t been playing with that one. He hadn’t been warming me up. He was pissed, and that smack to my ass proved it.
“You don’t talk to me that way in this room, Kelsey Jean.” Another hard smack. “I’m the king here. You rule everywhere else, but in here you will show me deference.”
I supposed I could have waited until exiting Gray’s pleasure palace to explain the way of the world to him, but I’d been riding high on emotion. And fear. “You want me to be okay with the fact that Lucifer gets to play around in your soul?”
Another hard smack. “Well, baby, if I didn’t, we would have absolutely no way into his realm. Have you thought of that? Have you thought about the fact that if I wasn’t Lucifer’s focus, getting close to his wings would be an impossibility.”
I wasn’t giving in on this. “We would have found a way.”
Three hard smacks and the tears were rolling down my cheeks. Something loosened inside me. I needed this. I needed this to be able to let out all the stress of the day. I couldn’t go out and run through the woods tracking down fluffy things and filling my gut. I didn’t get to run off my stress, though the impulse was certainly there. This made up for it. The pain heated my skin and flipped some switch deep inside me that turned it into something pleasant. Even the tears felt good, cleansing.
Gray’s hands wound into my hair, forcing my head up so I could look into his eyes. “What have you learned from this, Kelsey mine?”
“To wait until we’re outside of this room to enforce my will on you,” I replied.
Gray growled, an entirely sexy sound. “Trent, get the violet wand. It has a mind of its own, too, and I’m going to light you up, baby.”
“Absolutely not.” Trent had ditched his jeans, and his cock jutted up against his muscular stomach. “I am dying here, and I didn’t offend the lord of a Hell plane. Gray, you’re going hard core, and I’m here to soften you up. We agreed she could use a spanking, but the use of electricity on her pussy is going to have to wait until she’s no longer pregnant. She’s had a cry. Now she needs an orgasm.”
“Spoilsport,” Gray complained, but his hand was on the button of his slacks, and he shoved them off his body. His fangs were large in his mouth, and his horns had made a reappearance. They hooked over his silky dark hair, curving in a classic fashion.
He was one gloriously sexy demon.
“She didn’t cry much.” Gray put a hand on my head, stroking my hair. “I expected her to get emotional. She hasn’t since she got back.”