She stared up into black hypnotic pools as his shaft pounded inside her. It was as if her damn soul left her body and sank into that gaze. She took a hand to his jaw in awe, trailing her thumb across his bottom lip…and then he held her against his chest, tight, as he came inside her with a loud groan. She drew her arms around his waist as an orgasm shook her body. With her nose buried in his chest hair, she felt protected. Blade would take care of her, wouldn’t he? As another rush of pleasure shook her, he kept his hold on her, rocking her against his chest. Eventually, he pulled out of her and stepped back to zip up his trousers.
Her panties were a sorry mess on the floor, so she stood and pulled down her dress. He followed her gaze to the ripped lace. “Sorry.”
She grinned. “Believe me. You have nothing to be sorry for.” His hard expression was softened after sex, and the black iris of his eyes had shifted to the usual size. As he fastened his shirt buttons, he glanced up to look at her, and that grin nearly had her jumping on him again. Instead, she said, “I’ll get going now. You’ll speak to James?”
She regretted breaking the moment when his smile faltered. His eyes traveled over her one more time as he said, “I’ll speak to him, but like I said—”
“I know. No promises.” She smiled wide, and when he responded, a spark lit inside her. The connection they shared a few moments ago had returned.
She leaned past him toward the door, and as she did, her breasts brushed his arm. When his eyes darkened with lust again, she let go of the handle. He grabbed her by the waist to pull her toward him, his lips finding hers. Before she knew it, she was pressed back against the door, his hard body lodged between her legs. God, he felt so good…
“Alyssa…” His breathing was heavy. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“I can’t get enough of you, either, demon.”
“Stay…” he murmured. She wanted to, but along with the heat, a pang of hunger hit her belly. He must have sensed her resistance, because he lifted his head, frowning down at her. “What is it?”
She lowered her gaze, unable to look him in the eyes. “I have to work—”
He released a curse, his hard expression returning. “How much?” When she said nothing, “How much for you to stay?”
“I told you I won’t charge you,” she mumbled, “I like being with you.”
He sighed. “I don’t fancy paying for this, either. But you need the money, and I don’t want you going out there and fucking someone else. So tell me. How much?”
“For how long and what kind of service?” It was what she would ask any client.
“Three hours.”
Three hours with the demon? The idea sent a jolt straight to her core. “I’ll do you a good deal. One hundred dollars.”
“Meet me at my villa, and be discreet about it.”
Discretion. It was what most clients asked for. Because as women like her were labeled as whores and outcasts, the customers who bought them could walk away from the transaction untainted.
But the demon…there was something different about him. Which was why, as she approached his villa gate, there was only anticipation. No fear, and no disgust or shame.
BLADE SAT IN THE SPACIOUS living room of his villa, impatient. He’d already told the guards outside to let Alyssa enter with no questions asked, but how soon before she arrived? After they’d had sex in his office and she prepared to leave, a sensation of loss had hit him, something like what he experienced that night after she left.
And he’d been unable to let her go…
He rested into the crème leather sofa. To the right of him were wide glass doors that provided a stellar view of the swimming pool, but he didn’t care about all that tonight. He closed his eyes as his mind flashed through what had gone down in the office. His cock turned hard and horns twitched as he thought of how he’d been unable to get enough of her. He opened his eyes. What the hell had he done, inviting her here? This was beyond stupid, but he wanted her. He’d wanted her since that day when he fucked her at the side of the pool.
This rage had been building inside him since then, anger at people like James who pulled his strings, and it only got worse. Fucking her in his office had taken the edge off his shitty mood, but he needed to let off more steam. But what the hell possessed him to book her for three hours? One more fuck would have done it. He glanced at the three hundred dollars he’d placed on the table, triple what she asked for. At least, this way she’d make some extra cash, wouldn’t he? Whatever made him feel better about the whole deal. He leaned forward and rested his head in his hands. This isn’t me. Being so taken with a female that his usual morals and ethics went out of the window.
He stood and went to the adjoining luxury kitchen. The bar in there was well-stocked, and he pulled out a beer can, leaning against a shiny unit as he took a sip. When she arrived, he would give her the money and tell her to get lost. If she truly was desperate to work the money off, then she was a fool, because that kind of honesty didn’t get you far in a place like Manhattan. But yes, if that was what she wanted, she could do it by working behind the bar or something, once he’d cleared it with James. He was done with this damn madness.
“Hello?” Her small voice came from the pool area, and as he approached the glass doors, the sensor caused them to slide open. He leaned against the wall to his left, his weight against it ensuring the doors wouldn’t close while he was stood there. Alyssa seemed genuinely happy to see him, and there was none of the guile usual in women of her profession.
As she stepped closer, suddenly hesitant, his mind went to the night they’d spent together. “Why did you leave the money behind that night, Alyssa?” Especially when she’d needed it. Shit, she was willing to risk her damn life to make some extra dollars but had left so much money behind?
“You won’t understand.” She shrugged. “What I felt with you that night…well, I didn’t want to spoil it by putting a price on it.”
“You’re right. I don’t get it.” His eyes flitted between her breasts and hips. “You need the money, so it makes little sense you doing that.” And then his gaze went to her knees again. Wasn’t money the reason she’d been ready to blow a stranger in a dirty alley? He squeezed his fist tight at the thought, and it was only when Alyssa looked at his hand, anxious, that he realized he’d crushed the beer can. He chucked it into a nearby trash can.
“Like I said, I didn’t want to spoil the experience.” With any other female, he would have thought it part of an elaborate act, but despite working in this profession and for a man like James, part of her was untouched. That part pulled him.
“Fancy a drink?” he asked, just to break that train of thought.
“Sure.”
He went to the kitchen and grabbed some red wine. When he returned, a bottle in one hand and two glasses hooked over the fingers of the other, he expected her to be in the living room…but no, she wasn’t there. He placed the bottle and glasses on the table and then returned to the doors. She was still stood outside. “Changed your mind about the drink?”
She spoke quickly. “Of course not.”
She glanced into the living room but didn’t move. Was she waiting for permission or something? He stepped aside. “Come in.”
Now she smiled—she was waiting for permission—and stepped past him into the room. Her mouth dropped open as she took in the massive space, with its comfortable sofas that one could sleep on, her eyes landing on the home cinema setup and music system. “Wow…it’s much bigger than it looks from the outside.”
“Thanks. Take a seat.” She glanced between him and the sofa. “Go on.” When she sat, it was on the edge. “Make yourself comfortable.”
“I’m all right.”
He sat next to her and then took her by the shoulders and pulled her back so her feet lifted off the floor. “That’s better.” He poured some wine and handed her a glass. As she sipped, she kept looking around the room as if she couldn’t believe she was here.
“How
long have you lived here?” she asked.
“Over two years.”
“Alone?”
“I prefer being on my own.” Something flashed across her face. “What?” She shook her head. “Go on.”
“I couldn’t imagine being on my own out of choice. What’s the point of all this stuff if you’ve got nobody to share it with?”
The point was that this was his sanctuary, but he couldn’t expect her to understand. They were both from different worlds, weren’t they? The fact that she’d been scared to step in here was enough evidence of that. “It’s how I like it.”
“What about family?”
“In Boston. I see them now and then. At demon festivals.”
“That must be nice.”
A look of such longing crossed her face that he didn’t have the guts to ask her about her family. If she had a family worth having, she wouldn’t be in this situation, would she? Instead, he asked, “Do you have friends in Manhattan?”
“Friends? I’ve never had friends. Daisy, who I live with…I guess she comes the closest. But she doesn’t even like me, not really. And these days, she’s pissed as hell at me, because…”
“Because?”
“Nothing. So no, I guess I don’t have friends.” She took a sip of her wine and then looked up at him, her eyes bright. “So you see, I don’t understand why you would choose to be alone…”
The pang of guilt that struck him was unwarranted. The fact that he had shut himself away from his own family and friends had nothing to do with her having nobody. So what if she yearned to have people in her life? He was different. This lifestyle suited him…but he hadn’t always been like this, had he?
That government holding cell had changed him for good…alone and shut away within concrete walls, separated from his family and supernatural friends. Not knowing where they were—if they were even alive—had eaten away at him during that terrible time, making the experience ten times worse than it should have been. And when he’d sent messages to his human friends on the outside for help, they’d washed their hands of him. The only way he’d survived during those months was by pushing thoughts of his family and friends from his mind…and convincing himself that he didn’t care what happened to them. Months of proving to himself that he could survive alone—and believing that relying on others had only made him weak—meant that by the time he left that place, he couldn’t bear to allow anyone in. And the years hadn’t changed that…
Alyssa placed her glass on the table and then leaned back, resting her head against his shoulder. When she looked up at him, as if asking for permission, he placed his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, and she settled against him. The human fit just right under his arm, as if she was meant to be there. She slung her arm around his waist, her breathing soft against his chest. It felt…nice…not just nice but comfortable.
He leaned his head against the back of the sofa and closed his eyes. His business partners knew better than to venture anywhere near this place—they knew it was off limits to anyone but Blade. Even Leke stayed away. So why had he brought her here? If he’d just wanted to fuck her, he could have taken her to the hotel or had another round in the office. And what happened to his plan of giving her the money and asking her to leave? Those thoughts left his mind as he became aware of how she snuggled even closer, as if seeking comfort from him. And right now, he took comfort from her, too…something he’d denied himself for a long time. This was safe. He’d pay her and then she would leave. No attachment…no letting anyone in. With that thought, he relaxed, and allowed himself to enjoy the simple pleasure of holding another against him…his eyes shot open when the wine glass fell from his hand and smashed on the floor.
When she moved away from him, he wanted to pull her back, but there was something in her face…fear. “I’m so sorry, Blade.” She stared at the red stain on the carpet before her eyes darted around the room, in a panic. “I’ll clean it, I promise. If you could show me—”
He held her by the shoulders to still her. “Calm down, Alyssa. Why the hell would you clean up?”
Her lower lip trembled, and those green eyes filled with tears. “If I hadn’t leaned against your shoulder, this wouldn’t have happened. It’s my fault—”
How many times had she taken the blame—been punished, even—for something that wasn’t her fault? “I said it’s all right.”
“But it will leave a stain. Your expensive carpet—”
“I don’t give a fuck about the carpet. I have house help here every day”—the only people allowed in the villa—“And they’ll sort it out.” She didn’t respond. “Alyssa, look at me.” He took her face between his hands and lifted it. Finally, her eyes met his, a tear dropping down her cheek. He used his thumb to wipe it away. “You don’t have to be scared of me. I promise.” She nodded, but her eyes flitted down, and he gave her a chin a nudge so she looked at him again. “You believe me, don’t you?”
The last thing he wanted was this human, who had been through some shit, frightened of him. It shouldn’t have mattered, because he hardly knew her…but he cared about what she thought of him. Strange, because it was a long time since anything like that had bothered him. “I believe you,” she whispered. And as if to prove it, she leaned in to kiss him on the lips, soft. She then looked up at him again. “Thank you. For not being angry at me.”
What a thing to thank him for. He wanted to know more, ask her questions…find out how she got those scars. Ask her how she ended up here, why she worked for James…damn it, she worked for James. She shouldn’t even be here. And he had no business being curious about her, yet…he ran a thumb over her lower lip. “You have a strange effect on me.” He was surprised by his own words. “One I’m not used to.”
“I understand where you’re coming from,” she murmured. “This…it feels right, doesn’t it—”
A low groan escaped his lips as he kissed her, hungry for her, and things went from soft to intense in one leap. She fell against him, her breathing heavy as she kissed him back. He pulled her so she sat across his lap, his hand twisting through her hair as he claimed her lips, hard. She squirmed in his lap, making him rock hard. When he took his hand to her breast to cup the soft flesh, she released a gasp before she shifted, her lips still on his as she lifted her dress to her thighs and straddled him. He held her hips, moving her against him as their tongues intertwined, thrusting and exploring. Her hands went to his shirt buttons, popping them open, and then moved lower to his trouser waistband.
“Wait,” he said, his voice deep.
He stood with her, her legs around his waist and his lips pressed against hers as he walked to his bedroom. He kicked the door open, and when he dropped her onto the crème bed sheets, she squealed as she rubbed the dirt from her knees. “Your bed will get dirty—”
“I don’t give a fuck about that.” He stood over her as he removed his shirt. She lay back, her breasts heaving and eyes glued to his fingers as he opened his trouser zip and then stepped out of them. As his boxers followed, she sat up to pull that dress over her head. Her panties lay on his office floor—he must remember to sort that situation out—and she wore no bra, so she was soon naked. He was instantly on top of her, needing to feel her naked body underneath his. Tongues intertwined, their breath became one as they kissed as if their lives depended on it. He palmed her breast, tweaking the nipple until he got the response she wanted…Alyssa crying out his name. He moved his head down to her other breast, sucking the erect bud, taking it between his teeth, licking it. Gods, he couldn’t get enough of her body. He kissed his way down to her belly. “I have to taste you, Alyssa.”
Her hips jolted in response to his words. His lips lingered on her navel, and then he moved lower until his mouth was between her thighs. But he didn’t taste her yet. He pressed a finger into her heat, and she screamed out. “Blade!” He smiled against her lower lips as he pumped into her wetness, going harder until she gasped. And then, he added another finger, stretchi
ng and pumping until her hips thrust against him, desperate for deeper contact.
When she released a loud whimper, the sound sent blood rushing to his cock. “Make that sound again,” he moaned. When she did, he closed his lips around her clit to reward her. Her body shook underneath him as he sucked while he pressed his fingers further into her. She spread her legs, her pelvis lifting as she thrashed her head, moaning loud. Tremors rocked her body, and her sex became even more drenched under his mouth. He pulled his fingers out from her and replaced them with his tongue, thrusting inside her as far as he could go.
“Yes, Blade. Fuck, yes!” He lifted her thighs so he had better access. He now licked her slit, all the way to the top, stopping at her clit to draw slow circles around it. “Blade! Please!”
He pressed his fingers into her again as he sucked, hard. As he pushed into her, he murmured against her sex, “Come for me, baby.”
His words did the trick. She did as he asked, screaming out his name at the same time. Her orgasm had not ended before he lifted himself and moved his hips between her thighs, pushing his cock into her. He took her lips, kissing her hard as he moved inside her. She clutched his shoulders, her nails scratching him as she screamed for more. Her hips lifted to match his thrusts, and her hands went behind his head until—fuck!—they rested on his horns. She rubbed him there, increasing his desperation until he took her with a frenzy that was out of control.
Later, they both lay together, spent. The human rested her head on his shoulder, asleep as she released a gentle snore. The sound made him smile. But then, she murmured as if something disturbed her sleep. She awoke with a start, sitting up as she looked around her in a panic.
“Are you all right, Alyssa?” What the hell had scared her?
“Yes.” She covered her fright with a smile. “Just a bad dream. I’m used to them.” She pulled his face to hers and kissed him. He was ready for her again, but he needed to check she was all right first.
“Is there anything I can do for you?”
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