The Demon's Queen (A Deal With a Demon, #6)

by Katee Robert

Tropes: Captor/Captive Tags: demon bargains, midsized heroine, size difference, it’s too big no for real, magical castle, sex worker heroine, the slightest whiff of Beauty and the Beast, Daddy/baby girl, I just want someone to CHOOSE ME, yes I lied and tricked you into signing a contract but I had reasons! Were those reasons good? MAYBE , magic sex balm makes everything better CWs: stalking (not the hero), threat of abuse (not the hero), abuse in the form of neglect (historical, off-page), elements of self harm, violence, breeding, panic attack (on page)

“You want me to be yours for the rest of my life? Darling, I didn’t know you had a marriage kink.”

Even though the world has proven itself cruel and selfish, in my heart of hearts, I simply want someone to choose me, to love me above all others. I’m too old for fairy tales—I have been since I was a child—but some fantasies persist even when you know better.

“Just be careful.” They grin. “Darling, I’m never careful.”

“You want to play Daddy and take care of me, Azazel?” I lick the shell of a delicately pointed ear. “Then take care of me.”

“You’re going to kill me with this.” He huffs out a strained laugh. “Baby girl, I’ve seen your toys. You can handle it.”

“But I want to fill you up, baby girl.” He leans down and plants a hand next to my hip, his rugged face intense. “Don’t you want Daddy to make a mess of you?”

“You know I only call you Daddy to piss you off.” “I know.” He grins suddenly. “But I’ve decided I like it.”

“It’s in your best interest to stop talking and fuck me.”

“You came to me.” “And now I want to come on you.”

I’m a tool for my queen, and fuck if it doesn’t get me off knowing that she came to me when she was in need.

All the blood in my body rushes south. I tense. Fuck staying here. If she’s going to speak to me in that tone of voice, I’m going to toss her over my shoulder and haul her gorgeous ass to the nearest clearing to fuck her within an inch of her life.

But if I believed in the concept of heaven—whatever that looks like—then this would be it.

“Right. Wrong priority. You’re not worried about your freedom—you’re worried about him.”

“I love you. Take me home. Forever.”