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her throat, glaring at him the whole while. Wishing for once she could fight back. Rake his flesh, gouge his eyes out, grab one of the daggers he hung on his wall and gut him with it. She’d never allowed any man to abuse her. Never been one to put up with that crap.
    But then she remembered...Solara. The reason she was here to begin with.
    The reason she now belonged to Asmodeus.
    She uncurled her fingers from his hand, forcing herself to relax. Apparently mollified by her reaction, he lessened the grip on her throat enough for her to choke out a reply. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
    “You’re right,” he said through gritted teeth. “It won’t. That would make me quite angry.”
    Oh yes, she knew what happened when he grew angry. She carried mental scars from it that would never fade.
    “I’ll try again tomorrow. I won’t take no for an answer.”
    “That’s good.” He released her throat with a beleaguered sigh, sliding his hand down her chest. “I don’t understand you, Amara. You are beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful of my succubi. You must not fail me.”
    He cupped her breast, and against her will, her body responded, seeking the sustenance only a man could provide. Her stupid body didn’t care how depraved he was, or the things he’d done. It sought only sex, and the life essence it could provide, uncaring who her victim was. She hated this about herself more than anything.
    Amara bit her lip hard, reveling in the pain. Whatever it took to keep herself from involuntarily arching into his touch. But he knew what she was going through, the hunger that ravaged her. The bastard. After all, he was a sex demon, too. That was what made his power over her so absolute.
    His laugh was soft and silky. “You poor thing. How long has it been since you last fed?”
    The asshole knew full well how long it’d been. It was his fault she was starving. “Three days.”
    “Such a long time.” His free hand slipped under her short dress and between her legs. This time she couldn’t stop herself from undulating against his touch, drinking in the small bit of nourishment it provided her. It wasn’t good enough.
    Sex was what she needed to survive. It was the only thing that would replenish her depleting life essence. But the chemicals her body produced during sex were toxic to everyone but other sex demons. As an incubus, Asmodeus was one of the few men who could feed her without dying in the process. Ironic, since she would choose death over having to endure being touched by him again.
    How unlucky for her.
    While there weren’t a great many succubi, especially living in this dimension, they far outnumbered incubi. Succubi could breed with any species, even though their mates usually died, but incubi could only breed with other succubi. The whole death-by-sex thing tended to preclude non-succubi from carrying an incubus child to term.
    The disparity in the incubi-to-succubi ratio was one of the reasons Asmodeus had been able to amass his unwilling harem so easily. They’d all been fooled by him, and once he’d collected them, he’d treated them as his possessions. To be used however he desired.
    Asmodeus’s words when she’d first bound herself to him crept into her mind: A whore. You’re nothing more than a whore, Amara. That’s all a succubus really is.
    He’s right . In the end, she was nothing more than that.
    Asmodeus drew his fingers away, and a pained moan escaped her. So hungry. Her stomach twisted into knots and the spot between her thighs burned, aching to be filled. This was the worst sort of hell. She couldn’t even control her own body.
    When he grinned, her flesh crawled. Bad things generally followed when he wore an expression like that.
    “Tell you what,” he said, giving her a sweet smile. “I’ll send you to Gofrey. He’ll make sure you’re well fed in no time.”
    Amara drew back at the horror his words elicited. This wasn’t the first time he’d threatened her