Abigail's POV 

　　"I won't keep repeating myself, Red; Answer first time in future- Last warning." The commanding tone of his voice alone was enough to make my knees weak, I was a stubborn creature enjoying taunting him and fighting his need for control, but I could hear in his voice I had pushed enough- for now.

　　I would answer, but I wasn't lying earlier. I didn't know what I wanted from him. Obviously, I had kissed a boy or two growing up, but I hadn't taken things further, my mother's trauma constantly weighing heavy on me. I never wanted to put myself in the same boat as her- letting the wrong person in and ending up a puddle of anxiety and fear! 

　　Nevertheless, here I was, pinned to a wall by a demon; what was worse than the heat I felt furiously scorching between my thighs because of his touch was the knowledge I was more worried he his hands would stop their wild rampage, his tongue would cease its invasion of my mouth, and I would never again feel this alive.

　　With Damin teasingly grinding against me, patiently waiting for me to answer, I felt my resolve to stay stubborn shatter with a whimpering cry.

　　"I need..." I started but gasped, feeling his hips press against me tighter; I could feel his thick length against the thin fabric of my shorts. Opening my legs further to accommodate him, I arched myself to him, desperately wanting to feel hum snuggly up against me, needing his touch. "you to touch me." I moaned softly.

　　"Good girl, Where?" He asked huskily, his eyes inflamed with unashamed lust, his questions quick and sharp. Pushing my sex close to meet his gentle thrusts, I smiled at him coyly. I might be willing to play along, but I hoped I could still push back against his orders- a little. Clicking his tongue in that sexy way he does, his hands released my wrists as he stepped away from me, his eyes boring into my face scolding me, making my cheeks flush fiercely.

　　Sucking down a moody sigh as my hands fell at my side, panting softly. I decided two could tease; as much as he wanted control, I felt he wanted me more. He wasn't the only one who was competitive! Grinning at him shamelessly, I arched a brow, my fingers hooking in the loops of my shorts; with my eyes unwavering from his gaze, I leaned over, pulling my shorts to the floor, grinning as I kicked them away. Standing back up, I pulled my top over my head and threw it at him with a provocative wink.

　　Leaning back against the wall tantalising slowly, I smiled, watching his eyes drink me in, I know I should be ashamed, but I wasn't; I liked my body even if it wasn't like my mother's. I loved each of my curves, my flawless pale skin in stark contrast to my feral red hair and bright pink see-through lace bralette and thong that I had picked out this morning. Surrounded by three enormous men, I wanted something to make me feel powerful under my clothes, even if I didn't feel it above them.  

　　"I'd like you to start here," I provoked, trailing my fingers across my throat, down past the valley that dipped between my breasts, running my fingers lower across my curvy waist, to the dip of my belly button, further south to the waistband of my lace thong. Chewing my lip the way I knew drove him insane, I caressed my fingers over the delicate lace between my thighs and grinned, seeing his eyes stop and smirk at me darkly.

　　"Fingers... or lips." He growled, stepping closer; I laughed nervously, raising a brow at him. His green eyes shone darkly, reminding me momentarily of how Jason's eyes darkened when Archer edged to the surface.

　　"Can't I have both?" I taunted, pouting my lips, trying to remain stubborn under his intense stare. Leaning up to tease his lips with mine, I grinned, feeling his resolve weaken. Seeing his lips curl up in a dangerous smirk, I knew I was driving him insane with my fixation on fighting for control. Squealing as he closed the gap between his lips, hovering close to mine, I could feel his hot breath against my sensitive skin.

　　"No!" He whispered against my lips, letting me know he knew my game and wasn't playing. I didn't have a chance to answer; his strong hands had grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head yet again, grinning at him deceptively, an idea coming to me. 

　　"Fingers!" I declare triumphantly, knowing he will have to let my hands go if he plans to use his fingers to follow the route I had laid out for him. My smile quickly fades when I feel him shift my hands in his grasp, pinning them together in one firm hand. I had forgotten about his demonic side and, with it, his strength. Leaning back against the wall, pouting up at him innocently. 

　　"That's cheating!" I grumbled at him as he stepped back a little, his firm grip holding me in place. 

　　"I'm a demon, sweetheart; what makes you think I play by the rules?" He winked at me, leaning in to nip on my bottom lip, a throaty groan leaving my lips; I loved it when he did that. 

　　"Two can play that game." Twisting quickly before he could close the gap between us, my chest tight against the wall, my arms crossed roughly over in his grasp, I chuckled, hearing him tut at me again.

　　"All is fair in love and war, baby girl." Feeling his hands trail down the side of my arms, making me shiver, I tried to lower them but found them frozen above my head. 

　　"Just remember you started this." He provoked, looking over my shoulder at him, furiously shaking my head, about to ask him how he did it, but instead finding my lips were silenced with his, crushing against mine in a bruising kiss, his fingers digging into my hips just as I felt his body slam against my back possessively. 

　　All hard lines and strong muscles pressed against my petite frame reminding me who held the power between us, and it wasn't me. Panting softly against his lips when he finally came up for air, I pushed my ass back into his groin, purring seductively, feeling him rub up against my ass.

　　The raw groan that left his lips sent shivers down my spine. Chewing my lip again, I chanced another peek at him over my shoulder. His eyes filled with unwavering passion as he followed his wandering hands across my body. There were no bounds or limits to the need he had awakened in me. Rolling my hips painfully slowly against his cock, he snaked his hands around my waist, pulling him to him, moaning gently as his lips teased at my shoulder; lust rippled through me, vibrating under his delicious touch.

　　Leaning my head back against him, I tensed with anticipation feeling his fingers slide over the thin lace fabric, the only boundary left between him and my sleek heat. Letting out a breathy moan, I turned my head, resting it in the crook of his neck, trying to calm my breathing. His fingers teased at me through the thin fabric, running his hands between my thighs, cupping my sex in his hand as his thickness pushed up against my ass, leaving no escape from his assault. His other hand gripped my hair, pulling my head back to look at him. Clearly, wanting to capture my response to him- the ripple of pleasure that shivered through me, letting us both know that I liked it when he pulled my hair, 

　　"You are so damn wet!" He growled against my lips, straining against his hold on my hair, loving the tension it caused. I ran my tongue up his neck, grazing my teeth over his ear. 

　　"For you!" biting down on his ear and pulling it roughly between my teeth, I grinned at him sidewards, my eyes shining with the demand.

　　"So what are you waiting for? Lost your nerve, Ace?" I prompted, arching my sex into his fingers, desperately yearning to see him put his money where his mouth was- or rather, his fingers!