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“Perks of being a demon lord’s personal Murder Boy?”

His mouth curved. “Something like that.”

“You were unconscious twenty minutes ago.”

“I can multitask.”

“No one multitasks between a near-death experience and DemonDash.”

He laughed, then coughed hard enough to fold over his ribs.

“Fucking lung,” he rasped.

I rushed closer. “Stop laughing.”

“Trying.”

“You’re bad at it.”

“Open it.”

I stared at him.

“Liv.”

“Do not say my name like that. I am fragile and armed with a cat mug.”

“Open the box.”

Obviously, I should not have. So I did. Inside sat a black silicone object sculpted like tiny, stacked skulls, with a long, ribbed tongue curling up from the center in a way that made my entire face catch fire.

Beside it sat something sleek and silver. I picked that up first. “This is a back massager.”

“Absolutely not.”

My brows pinched together.

“Bring it here, baby, I’ll show you how to use it.”

My whole body lit up all over again. At this point I was probably sweating through my shirt, which was not attractive. “Oh no, Murder Boy, your witch doctor said no sex.”

He got that shit-eating grin again. “This is the part where I ignore medical advice and do what I want despite the risks.”

“No.” I pointed at him with the silver massager. “This is the part where you remember you have a punctured lung and I pretend I’m a responsible adult.”

“Are you?”

I hated him. Mostly because my thighs pressed together before I answered.

“I’m trying.”

I was so fucking ready for him I didn’t know how I was holding myself up. My dignity and my standards together. He patted his leg, and I could already tell I was soaked. Embarrassing.

I stood there, my morals fighting with my needy fucking pussy.

“Either you come over here, Little Flower,” he said, voice roughened by pain and want, “or I come get you.”

My feet moved before my head caught up, and he took the box out of my hands. He grabbed the toy and sat it on his leg, adjusting the straps and latching it around his thigh. He reached back in the box and grabbed a small bottle of lube I hadn’t even noticed.