Bloody jealousy

“Did you enjoy the night?”

Devon did not look at Daemon who’s driving and nodded. “I did,” she replied timidly.

“Really? But you practically ignored me the whole night.”

She smiled half-heartedly. “Oh you noticed that? I thought you only had your full attention to Maddy.”

She is still fuming inside whenever she remembers that lipstick on his neck that magically disappeared that now she wondered if he deliberately erased it.

Daemon chuckled. “I never knew you’re a jealous type of woman, Dev. That’s so sweet.”

Sweet?! The hell! He found her feelings being played at to be sweet? She thought. But should she still ask why? This is Daemon Druft for heaven’s sake!

She didn’t say anything until they arrive at his house. No matter how he tries to open up a new conversation, she stayed uninterested and pretended to be mute.

Even when they’re already in bed, she laid to his side and closed her eyes. She does not want to see his face. if only she could sleep on the floor or outside the room, she would gladly do so. She hated to hear him breathing!

A warm naked torso hugged her from behind and started kissing her nape. She did not move even when his hands started roaming her body.

“Still angry, beau? Hmm?”

His hands traveled inside her panties and stroke her clit. She bit her lips to prevent herself from moaning. He cannot just barge into her pants this easily as if he did not make her feel less of a woman tonight.

She felt him dipped his finger inside her but he did not have the chance to move it even deeper. Devon abruptly sat on the bed and slapped his hand. Daemon’s mouth opened like he didn’t expect it to happen. He also sat up on the bed holding up his hand on the air.

“Did… did you just slap me?” he asked, still in shock.

She raised her brows. “Yes. Why? Do you want to slap me too?” She offered her cheek to him. “You can slap me too. Go on. Do it.”

His forehead knotted in heightened confusion. “What’s with you tonight? Do you think I will really slap you? I don’t hit girls.”

She lifted her head even higher. “But I can definitely slap a man.” She reached for her robe and began dressing. “I’ll sleep outside, on the floor, on the sofa. Everywhere. Just not here.”

Daemon leaped from the bed to stop her from opening the door.

“Get out of my way,” she grumbled. “I’ll hit you again.”

But Daemon just smiled amusedly. “Go on.” He offered his cheek to her. "Do it."

She gathered her hand into a fist and prepared herself to blow his face. The punch became a slap on Daemon's face instead.

She was shocked to see him just accepting what she did. There's no anger she can sense. He just shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly even when his other face is red from her slap.

She looked away and sighed. "I'm sorry." She held the knob ready to open the door again but Daemon gently stopped her wrist.

"You're not going anywhere, Dev."

He scooped her up on her feet and threw her back to the bed. Before she can leave again, Daemon pinned her on the bed and put all his weight on her.

"Get off me, you asshole! I said get off me!"

She clawed his face, his back, whatever body part she can reach but Daemon wouldn't budge. He just laid there on top of her motionless and with a dark expression on his face.

When she realized that she can really do nothing, she stopped and panted so hard, her annoyance slowly coming off.

“Stay, Dev. Stay here in our bed.”

She opened her eyes to Daemon's fierce gaze before he sealed her lips with a kiss. His strong arms are on her sides preventing her from any movement while he ravaged her.

She was caught off guard and she couldn't fight him off so she just opened her mouth for him to let his tongue do wonders.

He stopped kissing her and just gazed down at her, his finger caressing her lower lip. Devon smirked and pulled Daemon to initiate their kiss but it didn't last long. She bit his upper lip and pushed him away with a satisfied smile on her face. She tasted his metallic blood while Daemon was out of breath, his eyes shining in amusement.

“Okay, I'll stay in your bed," Devon said and licked off the blood on the side of her mouth.

Daemon didn't move on top of her as if he is bewitched.

“So the lady has claws," he murmured and grazed the remaining blood on her mouth.

“Even the cutest kittens can be deadly, Mr. Druft," she flicked away his hand and tried to sit but Daemon did not show any sign that he is letting her leave.

“Well, I like it. I like it very much, Mrs Druft.” Bending down to give her a soft kiss on the nose, he whispered into her. "And now that I know that I got a spice one for a wife, I won't let her see me with a woman anymore."

"I'm not being a jealous wife. Never. I'm not like that. You can fool for all I care!." Devon stopped herself from shouting when he finally let her go and settled on her side, his one arm possessively holding her in place.

"Yeah. Keep on fooling yourself."

"I swear I'm not!"

"Yes, yes. I heard you already. You're not so the next time you'll have me at a gunpoint, I'll just assume that you're just upset because you don't like the color of the beddings."

She turned her back on him and closed her eyes but the night didn't let her sleep. When the dawn came and a call woke him up, Daemon left her but Devon is still wide awake asking herself why did she feel so upset when she damn knew she shouldn't. She's not supposed to. Never.