by Karen Kelley
“You’ve been a bad girl, Destiny.”
“Yes,” she moaned.
He brought his hand down again. Her ass shot up. Pale cheeks taunted him. He tried to swallow but his mouth was too blasted dry. He needed to think about something, anything except what he wanted to do to her.
His gaze strayed to the television screen. The woman who’d stripped was on her back. One girl sucked on her breast while the other had her face buried between the girl’s legs.
Oh hell.
He tried to swallow past the lump in his throat, but couldn’t.
Chance wanted to do the same thing to Destiny. Suck on her pussy until she screamed his name. Maybe he would before the night was over.
He reached for his wineglass and took a long drink. The wine did nothing to cool him down, but the bitterness brought him back to reality. He started to set it back on the end table, but changed his mind at the last second.
He lightly slapped Destiny’s ass again, then drizzled the wine over her bottom. She gasped when it ran between her cheeks. He knew the instant the liquid touched her pussy because her gasp turned into a moan. He emptied his glass, then leaned forward and began to lick it off.
“All better?” he asked.
“You didn’t really hurt—”
He nudged her onto her back. Her dress twisted around her waist. Yes, this was exactly how he wanted her. “I think I might have hurt you right here.” He ran his finger up her slit right before he lowered his head. He’d wanted to kiss her in that very spot the minute he first laid eyes on her.
She grabbed his head, crying out, “Oh damn, that feels so fucking good.”
It tasted good, too. Just like he imagined she would taste. Ahh, but he needed so much more. He came to his feet, scooping her into his arms.
Chance carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. In one swift motion, he had her dress off. He stood at the end of the bed, then grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide. Nothing was left from his view.
“Where’s the vibrator, Destiny?”
“The dresser,” she croaked.
He could tell by the way her voice cracked that she was near the breaking point. He went to the dresser and opened the top drawer. Inside was every imaginable sex toy known to women. He grinned. They didn’t let demons-in-training have sex, and Destiny was a very sensual woman. It wouldn’t take much to show her that being good wouldn’t be so very bad.
He brought out a vibrator shaped like a penis, and a bottle of cinnamon-flavored syrup. He was glad to see the vibrator wasn’t nearly as big as he was.
Okay, Chance would admit that sometimes his human side crept up and reared its egotistical head. He grinned. He never had any complaints in the sex department, though.
Chance turned back around. Destiny’s legs were closed. He moved back to the bed and stood at the end.
“This isn’t how I left you.”
Her body trembled.
“Open your legs so I can see all of you.”
She drew in a sharp breath, but spread her legs wide.
“That’s better.” He moved between her legs. For a moment he just sat there on his knees, staring at her. Damn, she was so freakin’ hot.
“Chance,” she moaned, raising her hips.
And more than ready. He opened the bottle of cinnamon syrup and, holding it high above her, let it pour on her breasts, her nipples, her stomach, then her mound, drizzling between her legs.
“Cold,” she said, reaching down.
He’d already anticipated what she would do and grabbed her hands. “I’ll warm you up.” He lowered his head and began to suck. She tasted musky, and like cinnamon.
She cried out. Her hips rose higher.
When he stopped, she began to whimper. “Please,” she begged.
“Please what? I want to hear you say it.”
“More. Don’t stop.”
He began to lightly spread the syrup over her breasts, tweaking her nipples. “Is this what you want?”
She shook her head, biting her bottom lip.
He leaned forward, taking one nipple in his mouth, scraping his tongue across the tight little nub before he released it. “Better?”
She shook her head.
“Tell me exactly what you want me to do.”
A sigh escaped her lips. “Suck my pussy.”
“My pleasure,” he told her, but before he lowered his head, Chance lubricated the rubber penis, then turned it on low. He ran it down her slit before inserting it inside her vagina.
“Oh yes,” she cried. “Right there. Yes! Don’t stop!”
But she didn’t have to worry, he wasn’t about to stop his assault on her luscious body. He lowered his mouth again and began to suck and nibble the fleshy part of her sex. She squirmed beneath him. Her hips raised and lowered.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she began to mutter. Her head moved from side to side, her fingers curling in the bedspread.
He straightened, watching as the throes of passion swept over her. She was getting close to the edge. “Do you want more? Or should I stop and let you rest?”
“No! Don’t stop!”
“Spread your legs so I can see more of you.”
Her legs opened wider. This was pure torture for him. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as he inserted the vibrating dick in and out of her hot body. He had to end this now or it wouldn’t be a fake dick he plunged inside her. He nudged the vibrator on high speed, then lowered his mouth and began to suck again.
Her hips raised and lowered. She panted now, her breath coming in short gasps.
She suddenly stiffened, crying out. He moved his mouth, but replaced it with his hand, applying firm pressure. He wanted to watch her come. She didn’t disappoint him. Her body trembled with the force of her orgasm.
A tear slipped from the corner of her eye. When her body stopped quivering, he removed the vibrator. She curled on her side, legs pressed together, whimpering.
Chance pulled the spread over her naked body. “Sleep, beautiful lady. Sleep.” She drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes as he eased out of bed, stealing one of the pillowcases as he went.
Every part of him ached so bad he could barely hobble to the dresser. He slid the top drawer open and removed all the toys, slipping everything into the pillowcase.
As he walked into the other room, his eyes moved to the movie still playing. There were six people on the screen. Three men and three women and everyone was fucking.
His dick jerked.
Maybe he should change his technique and go ahead and fuck Destiny. He certainly needed some relief. Just as quickly as the thought entered his head, he pushed it away. Why fix something that wasn’t broken? Although right now, his dick would argue the point. God, he had to get out of the apartment.
Instead of going back to the ranch, he went to his penthouse apartment. He didn’t want to face the others. He closed his eyes and thought of where he wanted to be. Seconds passed. He felt a cool breeze on his face. When he opened his eyes, he was standing in his living room, facing a wall of windows.
Darkness had crept across the city. Lights from the nearby office buildings made it look almost like Christmas. Chance dropped the pillowcase on the carpeted floor and made his way into the kitchen.
He needed something to cool him down, and the beer in his refrigerator was ice-cold. He got one out and twisted off the cap, tossing it toward the sink. The cap skittered off the counter and pinged when it landed on the tiled floor. He didn’t really care. He just wanted to clear his mind of the vision of Destiny, legs wide open, her pussy inviting him to do more than tease and taste.
He strolled back to the living room and opened the sliding glass door, stepping to the balcony. The sweltering heat of the day had cooled somewhat and there was a light breeze. He glanced up. A few stars were scattered across the night sky. He stared at them, as though he could see past. For a moment, he forgot about Destiny. Just the same, a new tension began to build inside him.
Their fathers were up there in the heavens somewhere. They’d never met them. Sometimes Chance wondered if they thought about their offspring. They were supposed to be angels, for God’s sake. You would think they would care just a little.
Ah, fuck, why the hell did it even matter? How could he miss something he never had?
Destiny was different. He could have her, even if it was just for a little while.
He raised the bottle to his lips as she filled his mind with erotic images. The beer was cold going down, but it really wasn’t helping his dick feel any better.
He missed her with an ache that ran from his head to his toes. The beer hadn’t made him want to fuck her any less. It was time to resort to other measures to get rid of his killer hard-on. He made his way to the bathroom and turned on the shower. No hot water, only cold. He needed relief.
He quickly stripped out of his clothes, gasping when he stepped under the spray. For a moment, he let the water sluice over him. Ahh, better.
Until he closed his eyes. A vision formed of Destiny with her ass exposed to his view, him spanking her, then her naked on the bed, her legs spread wide, her tits pointing toward him. She tasted so great. Musky and ready to be fucked, and fucked hard.
He pushed the button on the soap dispenser and a glob of gel landed on his palm. Destiny created an ache in him that wouldn’t go away. No other woman had ever affected him like she did. He slid his hand over his chest, then down farther, until his hand encircled his dick.
His thighs clenched and he sucked in a mouthful of air. He’d wanted to plunge inside her body, feel her heat wrap around him.
His hips shot forward as his hand began to move up and down. Slowly at first, then faster. He could barely take a deep breath. He leaned his other hand against the smooth tiles and pictured Destiny raising her hips to meet each thrust. Her legs opening for him. Sliding the vibrator inside her.
He could almost feel her hot, moist body closing around his dick. Chance’s vision clouded. He gasped, then threw his head back and yelled as release came.
Water poured over him as his breathing slowed.
If he didn’t fuck her soon, he might just go blind.
Chapter 6
Destiny couldn’t believe it happened again! How did he manage to seduce her every single time? Destiny planned every last detail of her seduction. She strummed her fingers on the table and glanced through her notes. The mood lighting, the alcohol, the sexy dress, the naughty DVD—Destiny did everything she’d read about in the magazine. The plan was foolproof. Then what went wrong?
Nothing!
It was stupid trying to figure out what went wrong. She shoved her notes to the floor. She’d executed her plan perfectly, then awakened in a sticky, syrupy cinnamon mess. First thing, she took a shower and stripped the bed. Served her right for giving up control of the situation when she should’ve been the one dictating what happened.
What did she forget?
When she shifted in the chair, spasms of pain erupted down low. Damn, she was so freakin’ sore! She eased her body into a more comfortable position, which wasn’t easy after last night.
Last night… She found it difficult to swallow as visions of the night before swarmed across her mind. The way Chance had looked at her, as though she was the most desirable woman in the universe. His burning gaze had caressed her body, his hands had…
A light bulb went off inside her brain.
Damn, she knew exactly what she forgot. She didn’t take into account how susceptible she was to Chance’s seduction. The man had his moves down pat.
Warm tingles spread over her as her eyes drifted closed and she once again lost herself in the memory of the previous night. Man, Chance had some fantastic moves, too. His touch… ah hell, the way he spanked her. His mouth covering her most intimate spot… the way he took her to the edge, and then…
She drew in a ragged breath and exhaled on a whoosh. The wild uncontrollable orgasm—
Her pussy clenched.
“Ow, ow, ow!”
She quickly pressed her hands against the tender spot in the hopes she could ease the pain. She cleared her mind of all the delicious thoughts going through her head. No more thinking about last night. It hurt too much. Besides, she absolutely refused to waste the time she had left on earth drowning in sexual fantasies when she could have the real thing. She grimaced. Except she might be too sore to fuck anything. But when her soreness eased, look out, because she was going to take Chance on the ride of his life!
He was good, even though he hadn’t actually fucked her yet, but she was better. After all, she was almost a demon, and he was a mere mortal. Determination stole over her. She would win this game he played.
She jumped to her feet, but had to grab the edge of the table when the burning ache between her legs became almost unbearable.
“Ohttpw.” Her bottom lip puckered. Okay, she’d stop thinking about sex—at least until she wasn’t quite as sore!
Destiny hobbled toward the bedroom, mentally making notes of what she needed to do when Chance came around again. And he would. She had no doubt about that. She would be more than ready next time.
The shower she took earlier had gotten rid of the sticky syrup, but once she soaked in a tub filled with hot water, look out! She’d be able to tackle anything.
As she made her way through the bedroom, her eyes strayed to the dresser. The top drawer was open just a crack. After buying all the fun sex toys she could carry, she neatly arranged them in the dresser drawer. Vibrators to the far right, the nipple clamps in the middle, lotions and tasty syrups on the left.
She distinctly remembered telling Chance where her vibrator was located. She smiled. He definitely used it well. Her smile curved downward. He better not have left them in a mess. She cautiously moved to the dresser and peered inside.
Empty.
Great! Just fucking great!
Dammit, Chance took all her sex toys. Her lotions, her clamps, every last vibrator—she’d gotten a little carried away buying vibrators. The damn things cost a fortune, too!
Well, not that she actually had to fork over the cash. When she needed money, she made it magically appear inside her purse—which was pretty cool when she thought about it.
But hellfire, Chance stole her glow-in-the-dark, vibrating dick! Her shoulders slumped. She was really going to miss it. Except the thought of actually using the darn thing made her hurt even more.
Not having sex since 1959 really cramped her style.
Her frown deepened. And why hadn’t he fucked her yet? Even if he got his jollies from watching her have an orgasm, wouldn’t he want satisfaction, too? Hmm, something was going on and she intended to find out exactly what it was, even if it killed her.
Okay, technically, she was already dead, but she still wanted to know what was up. Well, she hoped he could get it up.
She drummed her fingers on the dresser. She had to come up with a new plan or she’d never steal Chance’s soul. Just the thought of returning empty-handed left a sour taste in her mouth, not to mention a twinge of fear.
Demons were not creatures she wanted to mess with. They had unfathomable power and could crush her in an instant. She didn’t even want to imagine what they would do to her if she didn’t bring back a soul. The thought of going before the demon tribunal made her knees knock. She had a feeling it would be far worse than just going to Hell.
The ringing doorbell made her jump, bringing her out of her dark thoughts. A demon? Shivers of dread rushed through her. How would she explain her failure?
She frowned, shaking her head. A demon wouldn’t ring a doorbell. Sheesh, now she was getting paranoid.
Chance then? Her nipples tightened. Her thighs clenched.
“Ow,” she whispered as she grabbed the edge of the dresser. She wasn’t sure she was up to an all day sex orgy.
She really wanted to soak in a hot tub filled with bubbles. That would have to go on the back burner. At least until she got rid o
f whoever kept jabbing the doorbell.
Destiny made her way to the other room, still as naked as the day she was born. Clothes were such a bother. She reached out and pulled a white terrycloth robe out of thin air. After slipping her arms inside the sleeves, she belted it at the waist.
Whoever was on the other side of the door jabbed the bell a couple more times.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she muttered, then groaned at the image that created. Hell, she hadn’t been this sore the day after she rode a horse for the very first time.
She looked through the peephole then groaned again. LeAnn was quickly becoming as annoying as a fly on a hot summer day. Destiny opened the door.
“I brought breakfast. Do you have coffee on yet?” She pushed past Destiny and headed toward the kitchen, the scent of doughnuts trailing after her.
If Destiny’s mouth wasn’t already watering, she would have thrown LeAnn out on her ass, but not only was the aroma tantalizing enough to tickle her taste buds, her stomach started to rumble like a coal train chugging up a steep mountain. That’s when she realized she didn’t eat last night.
“By the way, you look like hammered shit,” LeAnn said over her shoulder.
Destiny opened her mouth, then snapped it closed. What the hell did she mean by that? Of all the nerve! She dragged her fingers through her tangled hair, glancing into a mirror hanging on the wall as she ambled past.
She came to a screeching halt and stared at her reflection.
A tuft of hair poked out on each side almost looking like a pair of horns. They so didn’t do anything for her. She quickly raked her fingers through her tangles, taming her hair.
Were those dark circles under her eyes? She stepped closer to the mirror and intently studied her reflection. And bags! She was too young for bags! She mentally figured her age. No, she wasn’t going there. Besides, she was twenty-six at the time of her death and she hadn’t aged since.
But maybe she did look like hammered shit.
When she stepped inside the kitchen, LeAnn was rummaging through the cabinet but turned as Destiny walked into the room. “Rough night, sweetie? You really have to be careful using the sex toys. Kind of like a kid in a candy store. You can get too much of a good thing.”