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

by Felicity Brandon

  “Yes!” Her reply was a breathy pant. “Yes, Master.”

  “A fact which you feel no personal guilt nor shame about, do you?”

  “No, Master.” She exhaled, and I was sure it was glee I heard in her voice. “I am not ashamed.”

  “Then…” I went on, tanning her beautiful hide with a fast succession of swats. “Then you commit the ultimate offense—the original sin for which Eve was accused and cast out—you covet that demon. Crave his touch, his cock, and now, his erotic punishments for your own selfish and salacious gratification. You are quite beyond atonement, I am afraid.”

  “Oh,” she grunted as I spanked her harder, and briefly, my hand swept between her thighs to explore the folds of her sex. As expected, she was slick with desire, her cunt lips sodden with need.

  “So, it seems I am stuck with you, little mortal.” I squeezed her right cheek, massaging it roughly before I swatted it hard again. “You are mine for all time.”

  “No one else would want me, Master.”

  Tara was quite transformed, her needy mewls morphing into the rasping howls of a woman desperate for degradation and fulfillment. She needed this treatment, there was no doubt about that in my mind. Whether the seed had always lay dormant, suppressed by the idiot who tried to crush her, and I had simply awoken it, or I had inspired it only recently, I didn’t know.

  It didn’t matter.

  She was mine, whether or not she wanted to go elsewhere, and I would never let her go. Tara would always be with me.

  I spanked her again as that thought resonated.

  She would always be with me because that was not only what I wanted, but what she wanted as well.

  “No one else has the chance,” I corrected her, rubbing her heated skin with my palm. “And no one ever will.”

  “Oh, Master,” she writhed across my thighs like a delightful serpent. “Please.”

  I grinned at her performance. With more training, Tara was going to be an unrivaled companion—a woman subservient enough to succumb to me with grace and beauty, yet dark and perverted enough to leave me wanting more—a heady combination.

  “What do you need?”

  “You.” Her answer was immediate. “Your cock, please, Master, and I need to come.”

  “My, my,” I teased playfully. “So many demands, little mortal.”

  “Please,” she moaned, grinding her hips against me. “Please let me ride you, Master.”

  I considered her words with a theatrical sigh, sliding two digits into her wet folds. She clamped around them, the sensation swelling my already excited erection.

  “So be it,” I murmured. “Up you get, little girl. I want this wet pussy on my cock.”

  I withdrew from her sex, slapping her ass playfully. She rose, flustered and red-faced as her luscious hair fell down over her shoulders. It took less than a moment for me to release my cock and guide her onto its thick shaft, ensuring she was splayed wide open as she straddled my thighs.

  “Oh, yes.” There was passion in her eyes as she panted the words. Moving her hips, she pushed forward, then backward as she enveloped my hardness. “That’s so good, Master.”

  I smirked at the wanton display, no desire to argue. Tara’s wet cunt was the sweetest I had known. Hot, moist, and tight, she was the perfect combination for a rod as long as mine. As she rode the entire length, I could tell she was lost to the lust. Her eyes fell closed, her head falling back to her shoulders, and as I pinched both her nipples, the pain and the pleasure merged in her thoughts, creating a flawless fusion of hedonistic craving.

  “Yes,” I purred, knowing she was close. “Ride me, little mortal. Ride your master until you splinter.”

  “Fuck, yes,” she hissed, squeezing my hardness with a vice-like grip as she pushed her hips forward excitedly. “Yes, Master. I’m so close.”

  I leaned back on my elbow, watching as she rode me like a banshee, and like that creature, she was powerful in her pleasure, her skin flushed and hot, her mind free and weightless until the sheer weight of the wave crashed over her, and she tumbled helplessly over my body, her cunt milking my seed.

  “Fuck, Master.”

  I reached for her face, brushing away the loose strands of hair to reveal her satiated expression.

  “Is that better?” I asked with a sardonic tone.

  “So much,” she whispered, craning her neck to look into my eyes. “Thank you, Master.”

  “I am glad,” I told her, and in truth, I was. Tara was the first mortal I ever wanted to pleasure, and I enjoyed the satiated expression on her beautiful face. “You have had your reward, little mortal, and now, I shall have mine.”

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Tara

  I barely caught my breath when he lifted me from his cock and tumbled me gently on the bed.

  “Get over the edge,” he growled in a way that might have inspired fear in another mortal, but not me.

  Not now that I was here with him.

  Now, I’d offered him so much. Now, he’d ripped such joy from my weary body. All that timbre evoked in me now was lust and an unnerving need to please him—to garner his approval. I scrambled into position just as the head of his cock nudged my entrance, and in one swift lunge, he speared me. The sensation of his intrusion was breathtaking, his erection stretching me all the more intensely from this position, and I cried out unthinkingly as he pounded me. Wrapping his fist into my hair, Solomon yanked my head back, compelling my body into a fierce arch while he thrust into me, over and over.

  It was a hot, frenzied assault. I could scarcely take a breath, let alone move a muscle as he took what was his, and when he filled me up again, there was no doubt in my mind, that’s what I was—I was his.

  “Fuck,” was all I seemed able to say as the power of the passion washed over me.

  Sex had never been like this before—so emotive, so powerful—but then that was Solomon. I didn’t know what I felt for him. I never had a moment to assess my feelings before he flicked the switch and turned my whole world upside down. I’d wanted a powerful ally in my darkness. For too long, doubt and insecurity had been a staircase for others to suppress me while they took what wasn’t theirs. I’d been demoralized, washed up, and used. Hell, I was oppressed long before Solomon manifested before me, and when that ally had emerged, he changed everything. He not only gave me want I wanted but now, he was offering me so much more—a way forward, a future.

  “Tara.”

  The deep resonance of his tone vibrated as he detonated, sending me crashing to the bed as the full force of his climax tore through him. I wished I could turn to see his face at that moment the pleasure peaked, wished I could look into his incredible shimmering eyes, but crushed under his weight, there was no choice but to be encased by his heat, panting as his spasming cock buried into me.

  With a sigh, his body rose over mine, his erection withdrawing, and with one nudge at my hip, he spun my body around, so I was sprawled on my back. I watched with bated breath as his perfect form hovered over mine with ethereal ease, his lips twitching when he settled over me again.

  “That is better.”

  He smiled at the conclusion, and I was forced to return the gesture.

  It was better.

  “Now, it is time we talked of something of equal significance.” His gaze darkened ever so slightly, the shift scarcely perceptible, but staring up into those eyes, I noticed it. “Of the future, of the things which concern us both.”

  I reached for his shoulder, my fingertips trailing a line over his hot flesh, though I knew it wasn’t really flesh. Solomon was a monster. A monster who’d dragged me to the very depths of hell, yet in doing so, given me everything—vengeance for the crimes committed against me as a child and the confidence to move forward with whatever remained of my life.

  This monster had saved me.

  “Saved you?” His eyebrow arched at my thought, but rather than the usual embarrassment I experienced at the knowledge he heard my thoughts, there
was only comfort, solace, and certainty. “I do not think I have saved anyone before, little mortal.”

  “Then I am your first, Master,” I breathed. “Just as you are mine.”

  “That’s right.” His voice was a soft, menacing purr like a big cat ready to pounce on its prey at any moment. “It is just as I said. Those idiots of your past were nothing. They were only my warm-up acts. You belong to me, Tara Levinson. You always have. I may not have set eyes on you until that day in your old, crappy room, but I knew of you long before then. I sensed you—a mortal who would do more than obey. One who would complete me.”

  “I complete you?” My heart raced at his words, at the promise of what they may mean.

  “You will do,” he assured me. “It is what I want, and I think what you want as well.”

  “To stay with you,” I replied unthinkingly. “I just want to be by your side. I never want to be alone again. I never want to be a victim.”

  “And you never will be.” His tone was firm, his expression serious. “Nothing will ever touch you again. No demon and no fucking mortal.”

  “But I thought others of your kind could touch me?” My brow knitted as the realization washed over me. “Is that not what Satan meant before he left? That you would need to protect me?” An image of Satan burst into my mind, his smirking, beautiful face and those dark, alluring eyes. I shuddered at the recollection.

  “I will.” Solomon shifted over my body, one hand reaching for my face gently. “That is what I wanted to tell you, Tara. I will protect you.”

  I gazed up at his face, knowing there was more to come and praying, I had the strength to be still, to listen—to make him proud.

  “We shall perform this ritual my master alluded to. You shall tether your soul to me and become mine officially in the eyes of my kind.”

  My breath caught at his verdict. “What does that mean?”

  “It means I choose you, Tara Levinson. You, above all others. You will be mine to play with, mine to please, mine to protect, and no other devil can touch you without my agreement.”

  I swallowed, trying to absorb the enormity of what he was saying.

  “But you didn’t want to do that, Master,” I countered. “When it was mentioned before, you didn’t seem keen.”

  “You remember too much,” he admonished, chuckling. “Yet your memories are selective. I only meant, the commitment is unusual, and I had never wanted to make it before, not that I wasn’t prepared to.” He hesitated, his gaze burning into my face. “For you, Tara.”

  “And I’d be safe?” My mind was racing. I’d never heard of such a ritual before, but I knew I would participate if that’s what he wanted. Whatever transpired, Solomon was my future now. “Safe from your kind?”

  “You always were,” he muttered. “I would never have let anything happen to you, but yes, the ceremony is binding—no demonic would dare try to untangle it. What has been tethered may never be unchained. You would be mine. For eternity.”

  “And you would be mine?” Shit, had I actually just asked that aloud? The expression on his face answered that query, and the way he burst into laughter confirmed it.

  “What an extraordinarily beguiling mortal you are.” His eyes twinkled with the compliment. “Quite unlike any other I’ve known. Quite my favorite.”

  I swallowed, unsure what I was supposed to say.

  “Thank you,” I murmured in the end, though he still hadn’t answered my question.

  Solomon shook his head with a smile, sending layers of tousled hair falling over his face.

  “The answer is yes, little mortal,” he explained. “I would be yours, but do not be deluded it is the same thing. A demonic’s appetite for lust and devotion is legendary. It will dwarf your own. There is every chance you will not be able to keep up with me.”

  Balking at his challenge, I pushed myself up onto my elbows, shifting him down toward my belly.

  “Do not be so sure, Master,” I teased. “You do not know what you have done by saving me. Maybe you’ve awoken a beast…”

  He flashed a sensational smile, the sort which fogged my thoughts and sent fresh arousal pooling between my thighs.

  “Perhaps you are right. You are always so full of surprises, Tara. We shall see. Time shall show us.”

  He was right, of course. Time would unfold and reveal its secrets, and until then, there was nothing either of us could do. Even Solomon, with all his power, couldn’t know for sure. Even he couldn’t control time.

  Satisfied, I fell back against the bedding with a smile.

  “Then I accept your offer, Master.”

  His brow rose. “My… offer?”

  “To engage in this ritual with you—to tether my soul to you.”

  The sound of Solomon’s dark laughter rang around the chamber.

  “You accept? How marvelous! I did not expect you to refuse me, Tara.”

  Catching my lip between my teeth, I nodded. “No, I suppose you didn’t.”

  “I am pleased you are acquiescent, though. I should always rather have your consent.”

  There was that dark sparkle in his gaze again, the look that sent a thousand fireflies flashing through my mind, the expression furling the knots of excited, nervous energy into the first sparks of sexual tension.

  There seemed no end to my craving for the creature. My lust for him was endless—as endless as time.

  “Master,” I forced out, knowing it was important to do so now. To tell him what I’d been thinking—what I’d decided—before the mists of arousal became too dense again. Before I lost myself completely. “There was something I wanted to say.”

  Solomon glowered down at me, his expression shifting, and for the first time, there was the flicker of something I’d never seen on his face before—uncertainty. He was so used to reading my mind and hearing my thoughts, the idea of me having anything to say which he wasn’t already aware of was dumbfounding.

  I’d sat through the meetings of his kind in recent days. Or more to the point, I’d kneeled through them, huddled in next to nothing, clinging to his shin while the mutilated and grotesque ogres he convened with, spoke in ancient languages I didn’t understand. I hadn’t dared look up. I couldn’t risk catching their burning, beady gazes, but I sneaked glimpses of them when they were engaged in animated discussions, and the sheer ugly enormity of them had been enough to bloom horror in my soul.

  That was what they truly were, these demons—enormous, distorted devils with misshapen faces, bloodied fangs where their perfect teeth should be, sharp claws, and huge paws in place of their hands. They were as far away from men as any creature could be, and those were the moments the truth had stirred to hit me in the face.

  This was who Solomon was.

  I’d always known the guise he created to lull me was just that—a façade, a lie—but seeing the harsh reality for myself was something else.

  This was what I’d committed myself to.

  This was the fiend who had come to my rescue. Yet his physical appearance didn’t change the certainties I knew and understood in my heart. However ugly Solomon was, he had helped me, enacted the revenge I could never have achieved. He’d taken Gavin and made him pay, casting what remained to one of the other devils to torment for all time.

  It was all I’d wanted, more than I’d hoped—and he’d done it all for me.

  Solomon had picked me up from the floor, wrung me out, and made me stand tall. He’d made me see I was more than the shell Gavin had left. I was worth more.

  I was powerful, too.

  However he looked, I couldn’t ever thank him enough for that.

  In those times, trembling by his side, my mind, desperate to cast out the grunting noises of the exchange, had turned to Solomon’s question. He’d asked me what my heart craved the most—what he could offer me in the future. At the time, I hadn’t had an answer for him, but after hours in that most hostile of environments, surrounded by the beasts he called Master, I did.

  I knew
what I desired.

  Beyond the burn of his touch, and the gratifying memory of Gavin’s demise, I had decided what I could do to make me happy.

  “What is it? What do you want to say?”

  “I am resolved, Master,” I began, smiling at the way his brow furrowed.

  Solomon was concerned about what I’d say next—obvious from the look on his face—and for the first time in forever, I had him on the back foot. The moment was fleeting, and almost certainly, it would never return, but it was there—it was real.

  I felt it.

  “Resolved?”

  “About the future,” I went on. “About what I want in the future. You asked what burned most brightly in my heart, and now I know.”

  “Ah, is that what troubles you?” His lips twitched. “Then I am glad for the resolution, little mortal. Pray tell of your conclusion?”

  “I want to help more people like me.” My voice sounded small, but my determination was not. Ever since the idea had come to me, I’d known it was the right thing to do, and it had burgeoned, growing into something powerful in my mind. I could serve Solomon and still make a difference. There were a million Tara Levinsons out there, a million small girls and boys frightened and alone. A million more women, beaten down by oppressors far less impressive than my master, but ones who ruled with cruelty, which far outstripped any I’d witnessed Solomon enact.

  I would help them. I would use Solomon’s dark gifts and give them the solace I never had. I would rip the abusers from their lives and offer them to my master while giving their victims the one thing they truly yearned for—freedom, a platform of their own… justice.

  “I see.” His smile grew, and I knew he was reading my mind, sensing all the hopes and possibilities of the plan which bloomed there. “You want to take down a million Gavin Rangers, wherever you find them.”

  “Yes.” His summation of my goal was perfect. “That is exactly what I want.”

  “And what will you do with all these liberated victims?” he asked, that alluring dark brow rising as if to taunt me. “I cannot tether them all to me, little mortal.”