Seducing the Devil

by Savannah Hill

  “Not me personally.” He looked down at her. “He attacked your brother.”

  “I know.” The man’s beaten body haunted her thoughts, and she tried to shrug it off. “It feels wrong.”

  “That’s why you’re not allowed in there.” Damian veered her toward the elevator and pressed a code into the control panel. “Did she drive here?”

  Emily spoke up. “Uh, I did, yes.”

  Haley withdrew from Damian. Her cousin didn’t look quite as anguished as before, but pain still shadowed her gaze. “Are you gonna be OK?”

  Emily turned toward the doors, waiting for them to open. “I’m fine.” Her voice quieted to a whisper. “I’m sorry I got you in trouble.”

  “It’s OK.” Haley stepped beside her as they got into the elevator. “He isn’t gonna beat me.” She smiled.

  Damian snorted. The muscles in his tattooed forearms tensed as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “You’re getting punished tonight.”

  Sensation spread between her thighs. Oh, God. She shifted her stance, aching for his touch.

  Haley grasped her tightening stomach and turned her attention to Emily. “Should you be driving? Why don’t I give you a ride?”

  “No. I need to drive.” Emily closed her eyes and ran her palm across her tear-stained cheek. “I just want to be alone.”

  The doors parted at the parking garage.

  Haley tilted her head. “Be sure to call if you need anything.”

  “I will.” Emily squeezed Haley’s arm. “Thanks.” She held onto her chest as she walked out of the elevator.

  Haley gripped her elbows with a weighted sigh and started toward her car. “Did you see her face?”

  Damian strolled alongside her. “Doesn’t excuse what you did.”

  Her lips parted at his gravelly voice. She toyed with her hair. “She just wanted to talk to him.”

  “That place is locked down for a reason, Haley. You should have come to me.”

  “Well—”

  “It’s fucking dangerous.”

  She pulled in the corners of her mouth, stopping when she got to the driver’s side of her Porsche. “I made a mistake.” Her shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry.”

  Damian watched in silence as she fumbled with her keys. He reached forward and ran a finger along the dried blood on her hand. “Are you hurt?”

  The starved man’s fierce eyes flashed through her head. “It’s not my blood.” Her soft voice shook a little.

  He nodded with a long sigh and folded his arms around her. “I’ll see what I can do about your cousin’s man.”

  Haley buried her face against his hard chest and breathed in his scent. “Thank you.”

  He stroked his fingers through her hair. “I’ll be home in an hour.”

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Haley pulled a tray of cookies from the oven. She’d started baking after her shower, attempting to clear her head of the awful Adversus dungeon, but the snickerdoodles weren’t enough to set her mind at ease.

  An engine rumbled in the garage and her pulse spiked. She cleared a bit of flour dust from her thigh and adjusted the apron strap behind her neck.

  Barefoot, she had settled on a new black bra and panties set, transparent with pretty designs in the fabric, and just tied her ruffled apron over the lingerie.

  Damian strode in from the hallway. He looked her over as he picked up a cookie. “Trying to get on my good side?”

  With a little smirk, she swiveled toward the counter behind her and stirred a bowl of white frosting. Her panties left the bottom half of her ass exposed, and Damian took in the view.

  She bent a little more than necessary and retrieved a baking sheet full of sugar cookies from the oven.

  He groaned, moving closer. “You are in trouble, sweet girl.”

  Haley sucked some frosting off her finger, slinking against the counter.

  Damian pulled off his tie. “I released your cousin’s man. In case you were wondering.” He ran his thumb across her chin. “You have a little flour here…”

  A smile broke across her face, and she held her hands behind her back, stifling the urge to jump on him.

  He took hold of her hips and turned her around. She held her palms against the counter as he dragged his calloused fingers down her back.

  “Donaldson said you offered to flash him.” He spread a little frosting on her ass and knelt down.

  Her jaw went slack as he closed his mouth over her flesh with a biting grasp. “Did you?” His lips traveled to her inner thigh, and he wrenched her panties aside.

  His tongue drifted along her clit, and she pressed her fingernails into the marble.

  “Yes.” She gulped, flinching as he bared his teeth against her pussy. “I mean… I didn’t mean…”

  Damian stood to full height and snatched a wooden spoon from the drawer. He tugged on her panties. “Take these off.”

  Her vision clouded as she shimmied them down her legs. He turned her and his powerful arm swept in front of her.

  She leaned forward as he pressed his erection into her hip.

  “Bad girl, Haley.” He kissed her neck with an open mouth and the wooden spoon pressed against the back of her thighs as his fingers explored between them.

  He grabbed her breast, pinching her nipple through the sheer bra. “You know who these belong to.”

  Her breath came in short bursts, and she rubbed her ass against his hand, anticipating her spanking.

  “I know you want it, baby.” Damian caught her ear between his teeth, and she gasped, light-headed.

  He swatted her with the spoon, and she bent forward, leaning across his forearm as he held her. He struck her again, harder and harder until the smacks started to sting. She moaned, parting her legs a little, and he stopped.

  Damian tossed the spoon into the sink and turned her to face him. He grabbed her sensitive backside. “You learn your lesson, angel?”

  She licked her lips, dazed, and shook her head.

  He opened his belt with a half-smile. “Good.” He held her gaze as he dropped his zipper. “Strip.”

  Haley untied the apron and slipped it over her head in a languid motion. She unhooked the front clasp of her bra and let the straps slide off her shoulders.

  Damian studied her naked body as he pulled out his cock. He reached into the bowl of frosting and smeared it onto his tip.

  “Lick it off.”

  She dropped to her knees and flicked her tongue along the wet slit in the head of his cock. She lapped at it with hungry licks and Damian latched onto her ponytail, watching her.

  Haley glanced up from under her lashes and fondled his heavy balls as she sucked him clean. He plunged his fingers into her hair, sliding off her hair-tie, and gripped her curls in his fists.

  “Come here.” His voice sounded thick as he withdrew his cock from her lips.

  She stood, and Damian grabbed her thighs with strong hands, then sat her on top of the counter.

  “Let me see your pussy.”

  Haley reached down and spread herself open for him. He bent and touched his tongue to her fingers, barely grazing her exposed sex. Writhing on the counter, she pointed toward her aching clit. He ignored her and instead licked along her inner thigh.

  “Please.” She cradled his face in her hands. “Please, I need your mouth on me.”

  He stared at her for a moment, then leaned forward and kissed between her legs. Slow at first, he used only his soft lips. Her heartbeat pounded as he opened his mouth and trailed his tongue through her pussy. Damian moaned against her, biting gently.

  “Tastes so fucking good, Haley.”

  He rose and looked down at his hard cock, gleaming in his palm.

  Haley swept her thumb over his lips, wet with her juices. She couldn’t resist kissing him and ran her tongue along his moist beard.

  Damian forced himself into her with a groan. “Sexy witch.”

  Sighing, she rode his steady strokes. “I’ve been craving you.”

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nbsp; His growl rumbled against her throat, sending ripples of pleasure through her as he played with her breasts. He closed his mouth over her shoulder and bit into her tender skin.

  Haley gasped. “Wait, I’m posing for wedding photos tomorrow.” She shied away from his fierce teeth. “No bite marks, it’s a strapless dress.”

  He paused with his hardness buried between her legs. “Strapless… Why are you in the photos?”

  The waves of desire were too much to bear, and she wriggled toward him. “Cause I’m in the wedding.”

  “Are you wearing the white dress?”

  Haley swayed her hips forward and back on his sublimely hard cock while he remained annoyingly still. “No, baby, that’s what the bride wears.” She unfastened his buttons and jerked his shirt off him. “I have my own dress. It’s blue.”

  The large muscles in his chest and shoulders tensed and he went a little deeper, filling her entirely. The hunger in her lower belly demanded attention, and she tightened and clenched around his pulsing shaft.

  Still unmoving, he leaned in, taking her throat between his lips, careful not to leave marks. “The bride is the only one who wears the white dress?”

  Her body shivered as her need continued to go unfulfilled. “Yes.”

  Damian licked and kissed her neck, sending her into madness. She grabbed his backside, sinking her nails into the muscles, and he only pressed harder inside her.

  She swallowed her desperate desire. “The bride also wears a veil, usually.”

  He finally withdrew and plunged deep with a delicious thrust. “Do you think you’ll wear a veil?”

  Opening her eyes, she rested against the corded muscles in his shoulder as he filled her again and again.

  “If I was the bride?” Time stood still as she awaited his reply.

  Damian’s cock hardened further, enormous and sliding along her clitoris. He skimmed his tongue across her ear, and her gnawing ache increased, growing painful.

  “Yeah.”

  Her shuddering breath caught in her throat and her legs lost feeling. The unquenched desire mingled with a fluttering warmth. “Probably.”

  He kept up his torment, jerking in and out and Haley reached her peak, releasing around his steadily pounding cock. Chills crawled through her as his words sank in. She suppressed the euphoric urge to cry.

  “I didn’t say you could come, beautiful girl.” Damian picked her up and brought her down to the floor. “On your knees.” He gripped his slippery dick. Dark purplish-red and huge, it looked ready to burst. “Play with your tits for me. Hold them out.”

  Haley widened her knees at his feet and groped her breasts. She lifted and squeezed them around his tip as he touched himself.

  “Ugh, fuck you’re sexy.” Damian stopped stroking, and hot liquid poured in spasms onto her naked breasts. He dragged the head of his cock across her nipple. “Mine.” His deep voice resounded through the corners of her mind.

  She pursed her lips with a smile as he shoved his spent cock back into his pants. Reaching up, she snagged a towel from the counter.

  Damian sat down on the floor and leaned against the cabinet. “Such a hurry to clean up.” He relaxed his muscles, resting his head back, and gazed at her breasts, covered with his cum. “That’s how I claim you.”

  A little giggle escaped her throat as she wiped the terrycloth over her chest. Her heart nagged her to ask about his earlier wedding comment. He wasn’t the type to say things he didn’t mean, even while he was getting off. Then again, her memory was a little fuzzy on his exact words. She had most likely read too much into it.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  The conversation still puzzled her the next day, playing continually through her mind. He had halted completely, still insanely hard, but he’d held himself inside her. As if that part of the talk was important. Or he could have just been trying to drive her crazy with lust. He did love to tease her and treat her like his little sex toy.

  She waited outside a mountain lodge hotel beside Ginger’s red BMW convertible, shifting back and forth in her high heels. The dark blue bridesmaid dress was tighter than when she’d had it fitted a few weeks earlier. Probably all the frosting and cookies she ate the night before. Not to mention her constant stress-eating while Emily and Cassie were missing.

  Haley inched her dress down a little at her hips, and the hem floated around her ankles. Damian wasn’t exactly the kind of man who would get married. She could be content with that. Boyfriend had a nice ring to it. But the daydream of wearing his diamond on her finger, being his actual wife, sent tingles through her.

  “Excuse me, miss?” A man approached from across the parking lot. His dark brown hair was longer on top and shaved on the sides and back of his head. He raised a well-built arm and pulled his hand through it. “I’ve never been here. Do you know where the waterfalls are?”

  She straightened, pointing behind him. “They’re on the other side of the lodge over there, just follow that sidewalk.”

  He swiveled his head. “Just right over there?”

  Haley tensed as her intuition perked up. She flinched when he turned back to her.

  “Oh, a little jumpy.” He had a nice smile, but there was something off about him. His mind was blank except for a continuous humming sound. “Are you in a wedding today?”

  “No. A wedding photo shoot, actually.”

  The lodge doors opened, and Ginger headed down the front stairs with a large white garment bag on her arm.

  “Is this the bride?” He wiped his palms on his jeans.

  Haley focused on his hands, her senses waking again. His thoughts revealed nothing, thick with chaotic energy.

  “It’s canceled. Noah isn’t coming. Some work emergency.” Ginger rolled her eyes. “Everything’s an emergency there. Who’s this?”

  “I’m Sterling.” He extended his hand. His dark green eyes sparkled with a golden hue.

  “Hi.” Ginger shook it briefly.

  Stunned by his eyes for a moment, Haley blinked as she opened the passenger door. “Did you talk to Aimee?”

  “Yeah, I told her to turn around.” Ginger eyed Sterling on her way to the driver’s side. She tossed her dress into the backseat.

  “See ya.” Sterling gave a short nod.

  Haley pulled on her seat belt with a hammering heartbeat.

  Ginger shuffled through her purse for her keys. “I get that his work has to take priority sometimes, but it feels a little like I’m not important.”

  Sterling planted his hand on Haley’s door and jumped into the backseat of the convertible. He jerked a fistful of Ginger’s blond hair and wrapped a familiar collar around her neck. “Don’t move, Your Majesty, or I will hurt her.” He dangled an identical collar in front of Haley. “Be a good girl and put this on.”

  “Don’t do it, Haley.” Ginger slid her hand into her pocket. “Let him do what he’s gonna do.”

  “False bravery doesn’t last when the real pain starts.” Sterling jutted the collar forward. “Trust that I will show her real pain, Haley.”

  “What happens if I put the collar on?”

  “You don’t get to ask questions.” He tossed it onto Haley’s lap and ripped Ginger’s hand out of her pocket. “Every time you ask a question, I push a blade under one of her fingernails.”

  “OK.” Haley slipped the ethereal rope around her throat, and her magic disappeared. Powerless and chained once more, she craned her neck to face him as tears filled her eyes. “It’s done.”

  “Good decision, sweetheart.” Sterling stretched his arm between them, revealing a gold coin in his palm. He slid his thumb over the Drakpiece, and it glimmered with a shining light. “Both of you are going to hold onto me while we take a little trip.”

  “No.” Ginger hopped up, working against his hold on her hair, and let out a piercing scream. “Somebody help!”

  He wrestled her back into her seat, and Haley clawed at his eyes, aiming to gouge them out. With a roar, he opened his jaws and snapped at
her fingers with rows of extending fangs. She shrieked and yanked her hand back. He grabbed her arm in a vice-like grip, and the transport coin came to life, surrounding them with glaring yellow light.

  Haley and Ginger fell onto a black marble floor as Sterling released them.

  “I expect you both to sit perfectly still.” He stalked across the empty chamber and blocked the iron door. “Or I’ll make you do things to each other.”

  The air had gone stale and empty. He had brought them to Hell. The square outline in Ginger’s front pocket had to be her phone, she’d reached for it in the car. Haley clutched to the tiny hope that she’d successfully dialed someone.

  “I thought you’d be more attractive.” Sterling directed his steady glare at Haley. “The way Marybelle talked about you. Queen witch.” He spat on the floor. “Emily is prettier.”

  He must belong to the bloodling pack who took Emily and Cassie. One of Raden’s bloodthirsty minions.

  “And blondie? Your fiancé is an Adversus soldier?”

  Ginger kept her mouth in a straight line as she gripped her knees close to her chest.

  “Yep, I bet he is scrambling. Raden only had one Hawthorne witch this morning. Now he’s got three.”

  Haley’s chin began to tremble. “What?”

  “Was that a question?” He flipped open his blade. “What did I say about asking questions, bitch?”

  She shook her head as tears flowed down her cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

  Sterling sneered. “I’ll give you a pass. Just this once.” He adjusted his belt and put his knife away. “While you were busy dressing up for your fucking photos, Emily was here. Being branded.”

  Ginger bent forward and laid her head on her arms. “Oh, no.” She drew in a breath. “Oh, Jesus, not Emily too.” She flashed a hateful look toward Sterling. “Fucking sick freaks—”

  Sterling marched forward and hovered over her. He bared his sharpening teeth, and Ginger cowered lower. “Raden’s going to brand you too, little witch.”

  The door swung open, and a scaly creature beckoned from the doorway. “Raden wants them in his bedchamber.”