Defy Me: A Paranormal Demon Romance (The Demonology Series Book 2)

by Felicity Brandon

  “There is no need for shame, at least not the type you want to cling to.”

  “What does that mean?”

  Our gazes met, his lowering to my chest as he smiled.

  “You find such penance in the shame you bear, though you are the architect of so little of it.”

  My eyes scanned the huge bed for the sheet which covered my calves and unthinkingly, I leaned for it, tugging it higher until it shielded my sex and midriff. It wasn’t only the chill in the room causing the small hairs on my arms to rise and my nipples to bead, it was the intensity of his stare. I wanted to cover my bosom, too, but I knew he wouldn’t approve.

  “I do not,” he concurred. “All of you should be exposed to my gaze, but I appreciate it is colder for you than it is for me.”

  “Don’t you feel the cold, Master?” I was desperately trying to draw his attention from my breasts, though I sensed it was a futile endeavor.

  “No, and do not think I do not know what you are doing, little mortal. Your plans to distract me will not work while you are topless.”

  Oh, crap. My eyes fluttered closed for a second while I tried to compose myself, but it was impossible. My nipples had tightened into painful knots that yearned for his attention, and I knew he’d be able to tell. Solomon could sense everything, reading my mind and my body with frustrating ease.

  “I’m just not used to being so…” I bit my lip. “Visible.”

  His gaze narrowed, and he propped himself up on his right elbow.

  “Well, you had better get used to it because it so happens, I like having you around me, and that means you will be visible, a lot of the time.”

  I glanced at my goosing skin. How did he have such a profound impact on me? His gaze was searing, his words sending electricity up the length of my spine.

  “And must I be naked?” I was loathe to ask, but I had to know what fate awaited me.

  “When we are alone, yes.” His tone was empathic. “You have brought out quite a different darkness in me, Tara, one I intend to exploit.”

  My throat dried at that. “D-different, Master?”

  “Yes, different. Usually, I am focused only on the wrath—on the strength of the retribution—but with you, it is different.” He tilted his head, dark hair falling past his eyes as he continued. “With you, I want to try a different sin.” His lips curled. “I think you know which one, Tara.”

  Suddenly, it was difficult to catch my breath, and by the time I managed to take in a lungful of air, I realized I was leaning toward his body, although I had no memory of doing so. My right palm was pushed into the bedding, supporting me as I inclined in his direction.

  “Master.” My reply was a breathy pant, and I wanted to squirm at the sound, but there was no chance. Solomon’s gaze had captured me, and it was impossible to look away.

  “Which sin do you inspire?” His voice washed over me, like a stiff drink when I needed it, though the last thing I needed was the hair of the dog which had bitten me. “You know the answer.”

  “I can’t say.” I rested on the base sheet, only a few inches from his incredible body.

  “You can touch me if you want.” His tone was goading as though he knew a secret he wasn’t prepared to share. Yet… “I know you are dying to, little human.”

  My lips parted, heat pooling in my face, but I couldn’t argue because it was true. I wanted to touch him. Had I ever wanted anything more? The need was so great, it was consuming, overwhelming all other thoughts—even the need for Solomon’s presence in the first place.

  “Thank you, Master,” I murmured, reaching for his torso like a woman possessed.

  “You are welcome. Now, tell me which sin.” He smiled as my fingertips brushed over the expanse of his chest.

  He was perfect—the ideal amount of brawn and his torso lightly covered in dark hair, which my digits played with as they explored.

  “You will tell me.” His green eyes flashed at me, growing darker, though I didn’t know if it was a promise or a warning they conveyed. “In your mind, you have already succumbed to me. You have imagined our bodies entwined. How it will feel when we fuse, when I fill you?”

  “Oh…” The word was barely audible as it escaped my lips, but it summated how I was feeling. I’d been prepared for the darkness, for the fury which would fill me when I confronted my stepfather, even for the fate which would lie ahead once I’d chosen the path, but never once in my fantasies, had I imagined this.

  This craving for him, this need to be his—in every way.

  “Have you not?” Solomon’s tone was harder, the timbre snapping me from the mesmerizing trap of his gaze.

  “Yes.” My hand grazed lower to his belly and around to the tantalizing oblique on show. “Yes, Master.”

  “You will tell me,” he went on. “It is not enough for you to think these things, your master needs to hear them from you as well. You want to enjoy me, do you not? To take your fill of this body?”

  “Yes.” My response was immediate. There was little point in denying it. I wanted everything he inferred and more. Solomon made me feel the way no man ever had—hot and needy, but more than that. He made me feel worthy.

  His lips twitched at the silent musing, and for the first time since I’d woken, he reached for me, one palm landing on the sheet which covered my waist. With a feathery touch, he eased the fabric down to my thigh.

  “You are glorious,” he purred. “Too good, not to be enjoyed.” His gaze locked with mine as his hand lightly fell to my belly button. “And I will enjoy you, Tara. Now that you are mine, I will enjoy every inch of you.”

  I wanted that. Christ, I wanted it more than was reasonable.

  “Say it then,” he smirked as he inched closer in my direction. “Tell me the sin which you inspire?”

  “Lust.” The answer was right there on the tip of my tongue, and his lips widened at the admission.

  “That is correct,” he praised. “Good, old-fashioned lust. I want to ravage you, but more than that, I want you to want me. To beg for me. To be desperate only for me.”

  Fuck. I clenched the muscles between my legs. It had been too long since they had any decent attention, and his gleaming eyes held so much promise for what may lie ahead.

  “I do want you.”

  It should have been painful to confess, humiliating even. I was a mere mortal and a weak and pathetic one at that. What could I possibly have that a creature as ancient as he would want? But for some reason, it didn’t matter.

  Solomon wanted me. He said so, and I believed him. Even though I knew demons always lied, something about the look in his eyes was earnest. Even though the words of a devil should mean so little, at this moment, they meant so much.

  “I know you do.” His brow arched as he gazed down at me. Now only a couple of inches from my body, our bodies had been drawn together, though there was no conscious effort to move on my part. “But that is not enough, Tara. Desire is nowhere near enough.”

  When his hand skimmed my pubis, I rolled onto my back, my knees splaying without so much as a command from him. Solomon grinned, chuckling as his fingers grazed through the soft hair which surrounded my sex.

  “I need that craving to be everything, the most important driver you have.”

  I blinked up at him, and despite the many years I’d spent awake at night, imaging the evil things I wanted to do to the man who had snatched away my innocence, it was all too easy to envision the emotion Solomon spoke about.

  “Yes, Master.”

  He laughed again, the sound softer this time. “Yes?”

  I nodded, breathless as his fingers brushed over my needy clit. “Oh, yes.”

  “My good little human.” His dark eyes danced with delight as he lowered his mouth, planting a hot kiss on my left shoulder. “You and I are going to do great things together.”

  “Yes,” was all I could say and all I could think. My beading nipples were painful as my back arched, pushing them closer to the place they knew his li
ps to be. I had offered myself to this man, this creature, yet I realized I knew nothing about him, nothing more than the obvious—how evil he was, how sadistic, how twisted. It was insane to have vowed my service, but as I took in his handsome profile, I didn’t regret it.

  I didn’t regret it for one moment.

  Chapter Ten

  Solomon

  Her body was alive beneath my fingertips, her skin goosing with each caress, her breath catching as I explored her. In all my centuries, of every age, of all the men and women I had toyed with and fucked, Tara was the greatest—the sweetest.

  She would be my most hedonistic conquest.

  She was everything I did not even know I wanted. Yet as I gazed into her eyes, I realized something. That was not true. I had known. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wanted her, I just never gave the concept any credence. I had dismissed lust and all its associated sins as meaningless, superficial—nothing compared to the great fiery fury which consumed me. Taking in the look of her now, I knew I had been wrong.

  Both sins were powerful, both capable of controlling me, like I was as weak as the mortals I had devoured.

  It was obvious now I had her, now that both needs were in the palm of my hand. Nothing could be clearer. It had always been Tara. Even though I had no recognition of her existence until recently, she had always been there in my subconscious, goading me, whispering taunting words in my ear. Long before I knew her, I knew she was the one, which is why I had come to her, why I had been filled with the overwhelming need to destroy the mortal who had caused her such injury.

  It was meant to be, this thing between us.

  Us.

  “Master.” Her breathy pant drew me back to reality, my cock hardening as I explored the growing wetness between her legs. “Will you fuck me?”

  My balls tightened at the plea, willing me to forget the idea of waiting, to cede to her frantic request, but my will was having none of it. My will was like iron.

  “Yes,” I assured her with a smile. “Yes, I will fuck you. I will screw you as no man has ever done.”

  “Now.”

  I couldn’t tell if that was a question or a command, and I chuckled at the possibility of the latter.

  “Not now,” I whispered. “First, we deal with the matter which drew me to you. Once you are free of the neverending burden of this vengeance, I will claim you. Then you truly will become mine.”

  A whimper left her lips, the strangled sound of frustrated disappointment, making me smile.

  “What is it?” I willed her closer to my naked form, my influence closing the distance between our bodies until her flesh pressed into mine. “What troubles you?”

  Naturally, I knew full well what caused the little mortal to mewl, yet it was amusing to play with her, to tease her. To get to know the woman who had transfixed me so.

  “I was just…” She hesitated, though her mind was full of sordid images of the things she fantasized about—our bodies fusing before separating again as I pounded her wetness into a frenzy.

  “You were just...?”

  She sighed, but her breathing increased, and as my gaze devoured the look of her, I noticed the sheen of sweat that glistened at her brow.

  “I was hoping to have you sooner.”

  I laughed at the desperate sound of her words.

  “You wanted to fuck me today?”

  Catching her lower lip between her white teeth, her cheeks burned with embarrassment, and once more, my lips curled. This shame she carried, which emerged with every new emotion, was utterly charming. I would never understand the way so many mortals clung to the precepts of guilt and shame, when they served no purpose but to limit and restrain them. Why entertain concepts which only existed to hold you back? Why bow to a morality that wanted you to be less than you could be? It was why humans were so incredibly perplexing. It was also why they would never evolve into more than they were.

  “Yes,” she squeaked. “I’m sorry. I know it’s wrong of me.”

  I flashed her a grin, my fingers pausing at her clit.

  “You’re sorry?” I locked gazes with her as my thumb grazed over the needy bundle of nerves, relishing the way she responded, her jerking hips and panty gasps delightful. “Why are you sorry? Why is it wrong?”

  Tara shook her head, her thoughts ordering her to glance down at the fingers that promised such pleasure, but the power of my gaze not permitting her to look away.

  “I thought you’d be disappointed with me… angry?”

  “Angry?” I chuckled at the fanciful idea. “I am not angry, Tara Levinson, but even if I were, you forget, I belong to the demon of fury. Your emotions do not faze me, and neither do I seek to rule over them.”

  Wordlessly, I willed her arms up and over her head, her eyes widening as her body reacted to my silent commands.

  “Solomon?” There was panic in her tone, the frantic plea laced into the breathy tenor.

  “Shhh.” My lips lowered to her left breast, my tongue flicking over her eager nipple idly before I drew the lengthening bud toward me. “Your body knows what you have promised, little mortal. It remembers the vow you made.”

  Her gaze darted to me. “I remember, too, Master.”

  “Good,” I breathed the word over her flesh. “Then know that no danger shall befall you while you are mine, but remember this—your life and your death are both in my hands.”

  Glancing to her other, unloved nipple, I eyed it greedily, the strength of my gaze drawing it into an equally aroused state without touching the sensitive tissue.

  “Oh.” Tara’s eyes fluttered closed, her back arching as she tried to process the sensations.

  “You shall have your pleasure when I say so.”

  I ran my tongue over my teeth as my hand slowly slipped south before one, then two fingers eased into her needy sex. If there had been any doubt about how much she wanted me, it evaporated. Tara was dripping with desire, her cunt warm and wet, clenching around my digits as they explored her.

  “Oh God!”

  Her hips lifted from the bed, her head tipping back as the heel of my hand skimmed her clit again.

  “You always speak of him when your emotions surge.”

  My tone was stern, though, in truth, I was not cross with her. Mortals, like Tara, had been programmed to refer to God. It was laughable, especially now that many scarcely even believed, yet they uttered deference to the Omni being in the sky. Such was the supremacy of their indoctrination.

  “Should it not be me, you praise?”

  Her eyes flitted open, awash with concern, yet her hips never stilled, her ravenous cunt tightening around my fingers as she spoke.

  “I’m sorry.” Her words were tiny gasps, her hands trying desperately to free themselves of the invisible fetters which held them in place. Such was my influence that I could restrain her without the need for actual binds. “I did not mean to offend.”

  “Then you will come for me.” My gaze hardened with the instruction. “You will surrender to this yearning within you and cede. I want your lust on my fingertips. I want to taste it, and soon, when this matter is settled, I will bury myself in your sweet cunt.”

  “Oh!” Her voice was pained as her avaricious clit ground itself against my hand once more. She was close. Close to the precipice of her pleasure. Almost close enough to be toppled right over the top.

  “Did you hear me?” I permitted a little more of my real tone to slip through, the deep resonance stirring her thoughts, parting her lips as her sex contracted around me.

  “Yes, Master.”

  She was fraught, bursting with need, yet even in this moment of intimacy and hedonism, she was torn. I could sense the conflict raging within her—her desire to do as she was told and seek the gratification, colliding with the ridiculous norms and values she’d been raised with. I heard the ludicrous judgments dancing around her head.

  Good girls don’t do that sort of thing.

  Only loose women revel in carnal pleasures.
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  My lips twitched at the irony of that morality, particularly when I considered the things the same society had forced her to endure, looking away while she was ruthlessly exploited. It never failed to amaze me how depraved humanity could be, while constraining each other, based on its own sense of moral righteousness.

  It was an awful price to pay.

  No wonder then, the species was so fucking weak and blighted as it was by its own ethical superiority.

  “Come now.” I leaned lower, blowing the words across her heated flesh. “Come. For. Me.”

  Hypnotized, I watched as the rhythm of the climax swept through her, cascading over her body like a violent tsunami. It began at her cunt, her clit ordering the muscles to succumb, and as they did, her sex spasmed around my fingers. My own arousal soared at the sensation, but it was easy to ignore. My time would come later, and when it did, I would fucking revel in it, but this moment was about Tara.

  Her pleasure.

  My promise to her.

  Her awakening.

  “Oh, Master.”

  The tension in her body peaked before she slumped back against the sheets, her relief punctuated only by the insistent tremors, continuing to rock through her pussy. It took a while for the wave of euphoria to pass, and her eyes to flutter open again. Turning to me, she smiled, her intoxicating sex still clenching at my digits.

  “Better?” My tone was intentionally sardonic as I withdrew from her wetness.

  “It was...” She hesitated, her thoughts confirming the overwhelming surge of emotions that rushed her brain at that moment. “Incredible.”

  I laughed softly, bringing my wet digits to my lips.

  “I am pleased, Tara.”

  Wide, disbelieving eyes bored into me as I slipped first one, then the second finger into my mouth, my senses coming alive at the flavor of her passion.

  “Fuck, Tara.” My rod was rock solid, and for a fleeting second, I considered going back on my word and taking her, turning her over on the bed and slamming into her until she cried out with lust.

  But I didn’t.

  I wouldn’t.

  My resolve was absolute.

  “You are magnificent.”