Mated By The Demon Collections: Paranormal Romance

by Riley Moreno

  Gazing out into the empty backyard with the desolate maroon picnic table Jill reminisced all the family get reunions they used to have. The last one was nearly several months before Mike’s tragic death. The grass was freshly cut, the table was done up with a bright yellow table cloth and a full array of food was laid out in pretty festive colored Tupperware. A robin woke Jill up from her daydream its tiny beak pecking on her window. A true sign that Spring and a new change was just weeks away.

  From the distance she heard the dinging of her door bell. Opening the door, she couldn’t believe who was standing there with a bouquet of red roses. Why was he back after all he did? The lie was enough to keep her apart from them for life. She was about to shut the door leaving him standing there on the door step when he put his foot in the way.

  “Look can we just talk. I know me and Sebastian freaked you out. But I came alone even though Sebastian didn’t think it was good idea. I wanted to explain please Jill. “There was an innocence in those youthful eyes of his sort of reminding her of one of her first graders when they had admitted doing something wrong and were really sorry.

  “Ok I will give you a few minutes. No more. “Jill said firmly as she opened the door letting Finn in.

  “Thank you. “

  Finn went on this wild tale of their ancestry and how they were hunted by mankind. At one point they did prey upon human flesh but there was a New Leadership and they vehemently refused to survive on human prey. In fact, they went as far as living in secrecy from mankind letting them believe that their species was destroyed and leaving the memories to fictional tales. Jill couldn’t believe the nonsense she was hearing but in a mysterious way his words articulately chosen was turning her on again. She could feel her skin get hot as she looked at the young man who was dressed in grey sweatpants and a blue t shirt. Yearning for those sinewy arms to wrap themselves around her fragile body she couldn’t help but feel herself draw closer to him.

  “I want you to make love to me Finn. I want you inside of me again. “Jill said as she walked closer to him wrapping her hands around the back of his waist.

  “Are you sure? “He asked.

  “Babe I am so sure. I want you and want to come back with you. Mount me please. I need you. “Grabbing his crotch she felt its hardness grow in her palm.

  “You got it baby. I love you. Sebastian was right. You are the perfect woman for us. So pure and truly compassionate. You will make our children proud. “Placing the bouquet on her glass table where she still had pictures of her and Mike he cupped her breast and began to suck on her firm nipples.

  “Ah yesssss…” Moaning as he ran his hot tongue along the ridges she wrestled with the drawstring of his pants. In a matter of seconds, the tie was undone.

  Lightly stroking his hard penis, she rubbed its enlarged head against the crotch of her spandex work out outfit. Working his way down the back of her body he pulled her pants down exposing her nakedness. Slowly he put his hardness in her once again and at the same time ran his tongue up and down her neck.

  “Yes baby you are so fucking hot I could make love to you for hours. “Finn moaned.

  “Oh take me there Finn. I am so horny for you baby. Give it to me. “Begging as she began the first of a series of orgasms.

  What seemed eternity ended in pure ecstasy as he released his man hood in her as she reached her final climax. For the first time ever she orgasmed at the same time as her lover something she always wanted to feel. The warm feel of both of their juices meeting was a rush she could never explain. This man was definitely a keeper weird tales or not she would travel the world with him. Finally, true happiness was hers. In the distance she could hear the chirping of her phone going off. More than likely it was her mother but at this point she didn’t care. She was ready to move on and move on is exactly what she would do.

  The End

  Caged by the Mysterious Billionaire

  BWWM ROMANCE

  By: Riley Moreno

  Chapter One

  If Looks Could Kill

  Regina James badly needed coffee. Her morning meeting with her client Rodney St. James had gone horribly. He had cried and confessed to the rape he was accused of and then yelled and called Regina a fat gorilla when she had asked if he was willing to settle out of court.

  “Some people can’t handle truth coming from women in positions of power,” she muttered and took her high heels off to rest her feet. She picked up her desk phone and dialed the extension for her assistant but was surprised to find Jeffry at the door with a steaming cup of coffee.

  “I thought you might need this,” Jeffry, a lanky young man with a shock of loose curls and black round glasses, scrunched up his nose. “Didn’t take it too well did he?” he asked.

  “No,” Regina shook her head and took a grateful swallow. “But he’s going to have to settle. The girl has video evidence.”

  “Maybe he was framed? You know, maybe the girl planned it so she could sue him,” Jeffry said taking a seat across the desk, “I mean he is a trust fund baby and she’s, well, not.”

  Regina smiled at her assistant.

  “You’ve been reading too many trashy novels,” she said. “No, it’s CCTV footage. Plus there were witnesses. It’s not like he was discreet about it; did it on the library steps where anyone could see.”

  “Yeesh,” Jeffry made a disgusted face. “Oh by the way, I’d put those shoes back on if I were you.”

  “Why?” Regina asked.

  “Because the Duck just called,” he said referring to her boss Donald Quick, “And their assigning you a new client. You’re going to the Silver Lake police station.”

  “Do we have a file?”

  “It’s printing as we speak.”

  “When do I leave?”

  “Five minutes ago,” Jeffry smiled sheepishly.

  “If I get fired,” Regina sighed, “I’m taking you with me.”

  “Deal,” Jeffry said getting up from his chair. “I’ll bring the file for you. You know, I think the Duck is testing you. If you can get this client on board he might view you favorably for partner this year.”

  Regina swallowed the rest of her coffee quickly and reapplied her lipstick. She was annoyed at the unexpected appointment and wasn’t looking forward to meeting the client in lockup. Her office was the smallest in the firm but at least she controlled this environment and what happened in here; she was boss. Out there, things got messy and police stations were by far the worst.

  I hope he isn’t a loon, she thought putting her shoes back on and grabbing her purse and a legal notepad from the table. She took the file from Jeffry and flipped through it in the elevator and then the parking lot.

  “Murder,” she muttered. “Well, that I can work with.”

  She started the car and drove out of the parking lot. Regina had been a lawyer for fifteen years now, ten of those working for Quick, Sherman and Bale; she had a sterling record of cases won; only a few losses but those were cases much like Rodney St. James with too much evidence against them, the only option left to them to settle out of court.

  Which those spoiled idiots never take, Regina thought.

  Regina had defended the undefendable and won, handled cases that were simply drudgework with a smile and now she felt she was due for a shot at making partner. Yet her name had never been nominated; a consequence of being the only black female in a very white, male infested law firm.

  Only successful black female, she thought with a sarcastic smile.

  Regina wasn’t people’s idea of a successful black woman; she was too black and too big in the hips. When people thought of success they thought caramel colored women with lowlight blonde hair and skinny legs. But those were just fantasies. Regina was the real deal, knew it, flaunted it and that’s why she was so hard to swallow. She refused to buy the bull peddled to her about knowing her place.

  “Oh, you surprised us,” was the usual refrain, “We thought you’d be more,”

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  Regina was big, in the hips, in the chest and she had a personality big enough to match it. When she’d told her high school career counselor that she wanted to go to law school, she’d laughed and said, “Not looking like that you’re not; you look like you belong in the ghetto serving soup to the homeless.”

  Regina had insisted on keeping her hair natural throughout college but when she passed the bar exam on the first try and couldn’t find a single legal firm to hire her she had made the decision to compromise, but on her hair alone. One week after she’d straightened her hair she got a job. She hated the system, but she knew that the only way she could exploit it was by working inside of it, not hollering at it from the outside.

  And now I just might make partner, she thought, if Mr. Belitrov cooperates.

  The name Belitrov had rung a bell when she’d gone through the file and after a few quick searches on her phone at traffic stops had the entire history of the Belitrov Shipping Conglomerate at her fingertips. Owners of countless freight carrying ships that made port all over the world they were in business with anything that needed transportation of American soil. They also dabbled in renting moving vans and trains that did business within the country.

  Her client, Leo Belitrov, was a majority stakeholder in the business with 26% shares to his younger brother, Dimitri’s, 25%.

  Daddy obviously trusted Leo more, Regina mused. She parked in lot of the Silver Lake police station. A high end district, Silver Lake, was home to the big wigs, the money makers, and the 1% that held all of the world’s finances in their stingy grips.

  The file stated the bare bones of the crime committed:

  Zoya Yelagin Belitrov, wife to Leo Belitrov, found murdered in her home, 225 Silver Lake, Los Angeles, on 25th November 2014 at 10:00 pm. No sign of breaking and entering. No signs of sexual violence. Cause of death: victims head caved in by a baseball bat and multiple stab wounds to the abdomen with a carving knife. The autopsy report revealed that Mrs. Belitrov had been two months pregnant. The child’s DNA did not match Mr. Belitrov’s.

  Leo Belitrov had been arrested on the 7th of December 2014 at 4:00 am from the penthouse above his office building in downtown LA.

  And this is where Regina came in. She could see why Donald had assigned her the case. It looked open and shut. Wife murdered; no forceful entry and a strong motive. Granted the investigation had trudged up many points against Leo Belitrov but Regina’s task today would simply be to get acquainted with her client and show support, get the detectives to stop harassing him and plea for bail at the arraignment which she’d have to set for tomorrow. Regina didn’t think Leo Belitrov would want to stay in lockup for a moment more than he had to.

  “Well hello,” the redheaded officer at the front desk said. “And how may I help you, little lady?” He lifted his ginger eyebrows at the word little and Regina wanted to smack him.

  “I’m Mr. Belitrov’s attorney,” she said in her no nonsense voice.

  “Right this way,” the man said with a lewd grin, staring pointedly at Regina’s breasts he motioned for her to take the lead and Regina had to bite down on a string of swear words because she knew he was making rude gestures behind her back.

  “Wait right here,” he said opening the door to a room with one table and two chairs.

  Regina set her bag and files on the desk. She set her jaw for the ordeal to come. Most men she was assigned to resisted her help at first; they didn’t think her capable of handling their cases. She soon proved them wrong but she’d learned a host of mannerisms to exude authority. She breathed deeply and got ready for Mr. Belitrov.

  Leo Belitrov came in on heavy feet, his clothes were rumpled and it looked like he’d been in deep sleep when the officer had woken him up for his meeting.

  “Bring us some coffee,” Regina said to the redheaded officer, opening her file and motioning for Leo to take a seat.

  “That’s not my job.”

  “Get the coffee,” Regina said in clipped tones looking straight in to the man’s eyes, “or I’ll talk to the chief about your behavior earlier.”

  “Your threats don’t sway me,” the man said with a leer but he blinked two times too often and Regina knew he was nervous.

  “Right,” she said with a sweet smile, “Could you please tell Chief Perez I’ll see him once I’m done with my client here. I’m sure my uncle would love to hear about how I was treated in his department.”

  The man swallowed.

  “I’ll get you some coffee,” he said and closed the door.

  “Please take a seat Mr. Belitrov,” Regina said. The pictures didn’t do him justice, she thought as she watched him take a seat. Over six feet tall, Leo Belitrov was heavily built with broad shoulders on top of a barrel chest and powerful arms. His eyes were red rimmed but a piercing sky blue. His lips were his most unusual feature, big and full like a woman’s’ but they oddly heightened the sensuality of his face rather than render it ridiculous or effeminate.

  “I’m Regina James,” she said extending a hand, “I’ve been assigned your case.”

  “I called Donald Quick,” his voice was deep, gruff and rang with authority. He did not take Regina’s hand. “Where’s he?”

  “Donald thought it best that I handle the case,” Regina said placidly.

  “I don’t care what you had to do or who you had to sleep with to get the case,” Leo Belitrov spat, “I asked for Donald and I want him. My last lawyer made a mess of this! Said I should cooperate with the investigation; and look where it’s got me. Now I want you to go back to your pretty little desk and get me a real lawyer.”

  Regina laced her hands together and placed them on the table and looked at Leo Belitrov steadily.

  “You’re charged with the murder of your wife, a woman you killed in cold blood when you found out of her infidelity. You come across as cold, callous and spoiled; a man who can get anything he wants just because he’s rich, white and has a penis between his legs,” Regina leaned in closer, her voice turning to ice. “It looks to me like a woman in your corner, defending your case is what you need the most right now and Donald Quick knows this too which is why he sent me.”

  Leo Belitrov seemed to consider this for a minute. The door opened and the officer walked in carrying a trey laden with coffee cups and donuts. His shirt was stained with sweat.

  “Chief Perez said you liked the jelly filled ones,” he said ingratiatingly.

  Regina ignored him.

  “I’ll just leave these here then,” the officer said then left.

  “Are you any good?” Leo finally asked.

  “Donald wouldn’t trust me with this case if I weren’t,” Regina said. “You’re too big a fish to trust to the amateurs,” she gave a thin smile and was pleased when he smiled back. “Now, tell me everything.”

  “Where do you want to start?” he asked reaching for a mug of coffee as Regina reached for a jelly donut. Their hands touched briefly but it was enough to make Regina nervous. She lost her cool. She hadn’t been touched by another man in so long she guessed she’d forgotten what it could feel like.

  “Tell me the truth,” Regina said more harshly than she had intended. “Did you do it?”

  “Kill my wife?” Leo said staring at Regina, “No, I did not.”

  “Then tell me what you did that day. Tell me about your relationship with your wife.” Regina said, “Your regular routine, her regular routine, the kind of people she met with, who had access to the house other than the two of you; tell me anything and everything so I can help build a case that can save you from a lifetime in jail.” Regina took a swallow of her coffee. “I won’t be able to help if you don’t trust me, or lie to me; that will only damage your case.”

  “I understand,” Leo nodded. He cradled the coffee mug in his large hands like he was savoring the warmth.

  “You arraignment is tomorrow morning,” Regina said. “Nothing serious, the judge will hear your plea, set the trial date
and your bail. We’ll get you out tomorrow but until then you’ll have to spend the night in lockup. I’m sorry.”

  “I understand,” he said again and placed a hand on Regina’s hand in a show of good faith. His hand was warm and pleasantly heavy on Regina’s hand and though he removed it immediately after Regina felt a change in the air, like a live spark was loose and would jolt them out of their senses if they weren’t careful.

  When Regina looked in to Leo Belitrov’s eyes she knew that he had felt it too.

  Chapter Two

  Piece by Piece

  “He’ll need a miracle,” Jeffry said. He was squinting skeptically at the case board Regina had made in her office detailing the events of the murder, the history of the Belitrov family and business. She had a meeting with Leo in another fifteen minutes as well as a meeting with the prosecutor later in the afternoon.

  “No, just a good lawyer,” Regina grinned. The arraignment had been a breeze, talking to Leo Belitrov had not. He had been evasive about where he was on the night of the 24th of November. He hadn’t been at his office or the penthouse he owned above it, the CCTV footage saw him leave the office building around 6:00 pm and return later that night at 1:00 am. He hadn’t been at the company warehouses, the docks or the nightclubs he frequented. The only logical explanation, the one the prosecution was counting on through the proses of elimination, was the he was at his house in Silver Lake. “And an alibi that will hold in court.”

  “He’s still hasn’t told you that?” Jeffry said.

  “No, he talked for hours about his failing marriage and his estrangement with his wife,” Regina said, “and vehemently denies he did it. But as soon as I try to divert the conversation to his whereabouts he clams up.”

  “Why do you think?”

  “Maybe he did it,” Regina shrugged, “or maybe his alibi is worse than the murder. It doesn’t matter either way. Our job is to get him off.”