Beautiful Devil: The Rockstar Duet Book 2

by Sharlyn G. Branson

  I took hold of the ends of her red shorts and slid them down her legs. “Crazy for you, baby. You know that.”

  I threw them on the floor and leaned in to stifle her protests with a deep kiss, making her moan in pleasure. My lips moved to her neck and made their way to the delicate skin of her armpit. A moment later her hard nipple was in my mouth.

  Emily arched her back in pleasure. “Oh…Yes.”

  My hand slid down her tight belly and stopped at the soft pink flesh between her legs. I pulled her panties aside and started to rub her throbbing clit with my finger.

  A louder moan escaped her mouth. “I like that. Don’t stop.”

  My middle finger sank inside her. I held it there for a few seconds, long enough to tease her, and then pulled it out. I decided to punish her by turning her on and making her wait.

  “I need a drink.” I stood up from the bed and left her, mouth agape.

  It’d be difficult to describe the sounds I heard behind me as I exited the bedroom as a seal of approval. But they didn’t move me. I licked my finger, savoring the sweet taste of her pussy.

  In the kitchen, I found a bottle of vodka and unhurriedly made myself a screwdriver. Pleasant tingles tickled my stomach as I remembered that Misty and Travis weren’t home tonight. That meant I could make Emily scream in pleasure until she lost her mind without disturbing anyone. I smiled happily and took a thirsty gulp of my drink.

  Kitty, her little cat, drew my attention by circling my feet and rubbing her head against them.

  “I need to teach her lesson, you know? She shouldn’t have treated me that way, dumping me and tormenting me so cruelly.” Kitty meowed in response.

  “God, since when does Ryan Wilder talk to cats?” I shook my head and picked up the kitten. “Let’s find you something to eat, so you don’t interrupt our bedroom activities.”

  Kitty had grown since the first time I’d seen her, and I no longer regarded her as a useless attention-seeking animal. She was a part of my girl’s life, and everything she held dear, I held dear too. I stroked her and resumed ransacking the kitchen for cat food.

  This cat was very perceptive. The second it realized what I was looking for, it hopped on the floor and started to scratch the door of one of the cupboards. It was obvious the food was inside.

  I left her to eat in the kitchen and, with my cocktail in hand, went back to the bedroom.

  Emily gave me an angry look. “Where were you all this time? I thought you’d abandoned me in this sorry state.”

  “I’d personally describe your state as terribly sexy, rather than sorry. As for abandoning you… I’d never do that to you. Do you want to try my cocktail?”

  She nodded in reply. I lifted her head to help her take a few sips. Emily licked her lips and my balls tightened in longing. The throbbing in my groin was becoming painful. If I hadn’t decided to play with her, I would’ve taken her right there and then.

  “Now it’s your turn. As punishment, you’ll do a striptease for me.” Hearing her words, I scanned her face for any signs of annoyance. Nothing. All she did was laugh naturally.

  I tilted my head slightly. “I was supposed to be the one doling out punishment.”

  “You already had your turn when you left me all hot and bothered. Now get on with the striptease. But don’t take too long. I can’t wait for you to fuck me.”

  I gave her a searching look. This girl never failed to surprise me. There were no boring days when I was with her.

  I stood up and lifted my T-shirt slightly, revealing my six-pack. Her eyes radiated desire mixed with admiration. I pulled the T-shirt over my head and flung it to the floor, next to her red shorts.

  Her teeth bit her lower lip. “Now the jeans…”

  I gave her my most dazzling smile, the one that’d melt any woman’s heart, but which I reserved only for her these days. My fingers slowly undid the top button, then the second one… and I let the jeans fall around my feet.

  The amazement on her beautiful face was priceless. “But you’re not wearing… Where the hell did your boxers go?”

  I stood there proudly in my birthday suit. My dick was really hard, sticking out, craving imminent pleasure.

  Emily scowled, scaring me into thinking I’d screwed up again. “My initial plan was to just tie you to the bed, but then I decided to give you a bonus surprise. This here,” I said, grabbing my cock and sliding my hand up and down the shaft, “is just for you, honey.” I kicked my jeans aside, climbed into bed and leaned over her.

  “I want you, Ryan. Hurry up.”

  Our lips merged in a hot kiss. I kissed her with such passion that the room started spinning. Jesus, words couldn’t describe how this woman made me feel. Whenever we made love, I was whisked away to heaven.

  “You’re gorgeous, baby. Naked, tied to the frame of this bed. Goddamn, you’re a true goddess.”

  I was running my thumb across the outline of her chin when she whispered, “I want you in my mouth.”

  “Not now, it’s your turn to receive pleasure.”

  “But I love sucking you off.” Her eyes looked at me pleadingly.

  Well, how could I say no to such a proposal? I positioned myself over her, so she could take my cock into her naughty mouth.

  Her tongue licked the head, the shaft and then reached my balls. Fuck, how did she know to give such a good blowjob? It was too nice.

  I pulled away and she pouted. “Just a bit more.”

  “No, not one second longer.”

  “What, didn’t you like it?”

  “I liked it a little too much.” She had no idea the effect she had on me. She awoke my primal instinct for possession. I wanted to possess not just her body, but her soul.

  I kissed her hard on the lips. My tongue traced a path along the outline of her jaw. I then ran it along the curve of her ear and pressed my teeth against the soft flesh, making her moan even louder.

  Her delicate body, perfect facial features and sweet scent… I couldn’t bear the tension any longer, I wanted to make Emily come before I lost myself in her.

  I showered her neck with kisses, my tongue swirling around her pink nipple. I sucked on it hard.

  “I want to touch you,” she said, sexily squirming to get out of the cuffs.

  “Not now, babe, and don’t wriggle. You’ll hurt yourself. Lie back, relax and enjoy. The sensation will be much more intense.”

  My fingers started playing with her breasts, massaging them, while my lips made their way toward her navel. I teased her, nibbling the delicate skin, moving further down toward the sensitive pink flesh between her legs.

  I stroked her clit with my thumb and she let out a moan in response. The orgasm was rising within her, like lava in a volcano that was about to erupt. Her panties were in my way, I ripped them and threw them on the floor. I positioned my head between her thighs. I opened her folds and blew into her slit, already soaking wet.

  “Oh, it’s so good, you’re driving me wild.” Emily tightened and released, closed her eyes and surrendered to the pleasure.

  Good girl, she did as I’d asked.

  I inserted my finger into her tight pussy, continuing to tease the bulging bundle of nerve endings, alternating between sucking gently and licking vigorously. I put one more finger inside her and her wet cunt reacted, gripping them tight like a vice. Her body temperature spiked, I’d taken her to the edge. Seconds later, Emily came hard, screaming my name.

  I unlocked the handcuffs and rubbed her wrists. “I love hearing you moan.” I put my arms around her, pressing her tight against my skin.

  I gave her a little time to recover, and when her breathing normalized, I lifted her legs and she wrapped them around my waist. I started to slowly fill her with my cock, penetrating carefully. She opened like a blooming rose, ready to take me in.

  “I’ll make you come again and again,” I said, groaning as I moved deeper inside her.

  The sweet scent of passion took over. I rested on my elbow to take some of my we
ight off her and started to move quicker. Each movement gave rise to sensations that gradually intoxicated me, leaving me breathless. My rhythmic thrusts became deeper, causing a surge of hot waves through our bodies.

  Her fingers sank into my thighs. “God, Ryan, I love you.” Emily squeezed my cock with her pussy muscles.

  Hearing those words while we were merged was indescribable. “I love you too, babe… Yes, do it again. Squeeze me.”

  A sweet orgasmic shower poured over her again, shaking her to the depths of her core.

  I couldn’t take it any longer. Every muscle in my body tightened when I came, continuing to thrust until I poured the last drop of pleasure into her.

  Emily Delon was created just for me. She was innocent, far too pure for my demonic soul, but I managed to make her mine anyway.

  For so many years, I’d lived under the shadow of death, without love, without letting anyone get close to me. My soul yearned for true love.

  Mine. God, I liked that word a hell of a lot.

  5

  Emily

  The Christmas season always filled me with joy. When I was little, Mom, Fabien and I used to spend the holidays alone at home. Elise would cook her favorite meal, beef with roasted vegetables, and we’d occasionally get small presents. Something like a cheap imitation Barbie doll for me and a toy car for my brother. It didn’t matter the toys came from the Chinese market. The important thing was that Mom thought about us, even if such moments were few and far between.

  When Ryan said we’d spend the holiday season in Finland’s Lapland, I couldn’t have been more surprised.

  Snow at last.

  I loved hot weather but missed winter sports—ice skating more than anything. Perhaps because I could dance at the same time, pirouetting and jumping.

  Some would say it’d be easier to go to the ice rink in front of New York’s Rockefeller Center, but we wouldn’t see the real Santa Claus in New York.

  * * *

  Santa Claus Holiday Village was a real winter fairytale. The perfect place for a family with kids. Upon arrival, visitors see Christmas trees adorned with countless decorations and impressive small houses painted in red. They all had a kitchenette, bedroom, living room and sauna. The Finns knew how to keep warm and cozy in winter.

  When we reached the village, it was lunchtime. We found a nice restaurant and sat at a table near the fireplace. The fire blazed and crackled, exuding a sense of coziness to the restaurant.

  “Are you ready to order?” the waitress asked. She seemed very young, maybe not even eighteen. Her hair was parted down the middle and rolled into small horns. She was quite charming, but I could’ve done without seeing her chew gum with an open mouth. While she waited for us to order, she blew a bubble until it popped loudly. Realizing the inappropriateness of her behavior, she quickly apologized.

  Our noses stuck in the menus, I asked, “What do you recommend?”

  “Well…” The young girl thoughtfully scratched her head with the back of her pen. “The moose burger is really tasty.”

  Ryan glanced at me knowingly and gave one my favorite smiles to the waitress. “Sounds interesting. Challenge accepted. I’d like a moose burger with a side of French fries. Can you recommend something vegetarian to my girlfriend?”

  She frowned. “What do vegetarians eat again? Raw nuts, fruit and vegetables? To be honest, I’m not entirely sure.”

  “You’re confusing them with vegans,” Ryan explained and reached out to take my hand. “Vegetarians also eat eggs and dairy products, but don’t touch any meat.”

  The girl with the horns laughed. “Oh, sorry. I’m still new and not too sure about these things.” She paused to think and scoffed at his vegetarian request. “It’s truly scandalous to come all the way to Finland and not try moose or bear meat. That’s only my opinion, of course.” She fell silent, probably trying to think what she could recommend to me. Eventually, she said, “The cheese and mushroom spaghetti in cream sauce is great.”

  “Fine, I’ll have that,” I replied, smiling faintly.

  She also smiled, but not at me. She was looking directly at Ryan, who added, “Please bring a bottle of your best red wine. And a green salad for starters.”

  “Of course, sir. Would you like any dessert?” Her smile was now as wide as her rosy face, revealing her pearly whites. The girl was bewitched by Ryan Wilder—she stared longingly at my boyfriend without hiding her admiration. At least, she hadn’t recognized him.

  Ryan looked at me to respond.

  “Yes, but we’ll order it later,” I replied. The petite waitress nodded and left to take care of our order.

  I examined our surroundings. The restaurant was nice. The tables had red cloths and there were decorated antlers and pictures of the Northern Lights on the walls. My biggest hope was that we’d catch a glimpse of the aurora borealis while we were here. I heard it was a matter of pure luck. If the weather was cloudy, we wouldn’t see anything.

  Ryan raised my hand and kissed my knuckles. He’d grown a beard and was wearing black-framed non-prescription glasses, so it’d be harder for someone to recognize him. He still looked sexy, even with the disguise.

  The touch of his lips sent a shiver through my body.

  “Are you cold?”

  “A little.” It was minus four degrees outside, and even with proper winter gear, the cold managed to bite my face and fingers.

  I moved to another chair to be closer to Ryan and the fire. My body hungered for warmth and caresses. I wanted us to go back to the chalet, so I could snuggle up with Ryan under the thick feather duvet. But we hadn’t come to Finland to spend the entire time in bed. There were things to see, and we wanted to take advantage of this opportunity.

  The waitress returned with our order, and we discussed our plans for the day while we ate moose burgers and mushroom spaghetti.

  “Do you want to try the moose tour?”

  While walking to our chalet to leave the luggage, we passed moose-pulled sleds—the sight hadn’t impressed me. “Didn’t you see how they tormented those poor animals? Especially the one whose antler had been cut. He looked so pathetic. I think it’s torture making them pull those big heavy sleds.”

  Ryan cut off a piece of his burger and shook his head. “Emily and her animal protection…”

  “What’s so bad about that? I believe they also have emotions,” I said, pouting.

  He stretched out his arm and stroked my face. “Fine. I’m not going to insist we do something you don’t want to do.”

  I also wanted to check out the Holiday Village, so I suggested, “Let’s take a husky sled ride instead. They are full of energy and run to their heart’s content.” I took another bite of the spaghetti—it was delicious. I noticed Ryan also really liked his moose burger, but he was tactful enough to not to mention it.

  “Cool. I saw in the brochure that they offer skidoo tours. That’d be fun. The tour includes a visit to Husky Park.”

  “Great. Let’s leave that for tomorrow. The weather forecast said it’ll be warmer.”

  My cell phone emitted the familiar you’ve-got-mail sound. It was my grandmother. I couldn’t stop myself from reading it right away.

  After a while, Ryan asked, “What’re you reading?”

  I looked up at him. “My grandmother forwarded me an MIT article about diabetes. It says scientists are studying the possibility of implanting insulin-producing cells in people to keep their blood sugar within the normal range for up to six months.”

  “That sounds great… So why the sad face, rather than a big smile?”

  I pondered his question for a few seconds before replying. “I’ve experienced so many disappointments. I don’t want that to happen again. If the trials show there are serious side effects and it all falls through, then what? I would’ve had high hopes for nothing.”

  When Mom left us with Grandma in France, I’d held out hope that she’d come to see us. But it never happened. Elise would only call on the phone to ask how we we
re and would always say she was very busy. The next disappointment came when they told us Fabien might get better as long as he followed a vegan diet. That also hadn’t happened, despite my prayers every night.

  My appetite suddenly evaporated. I pushed my plate aside and put my elbows on the table.

  Ryan did the same. He looked at me with concern. “I’ll make a few calls to find out whether they could use more money for the studies. That might help.”

  “Why are you making me love you more?” I murmured. “It’s not healthy for me.”

  This amazing man meant so much to me. If something were to happen, how could I live without him? I quickly brushed aside the terrible thought.

  Ryan put his hand on my face and I pressed myself against it. His warmth and love filled with me with hope for the future.

  “I don’t see anything unhealthy with that. I love you Emily Delon. I’ll do anything to make you happy. I won’t screw up things between us. Trust me.”

  I nodded and smiled. I hoped we’d always stay together.

  His thumb slowly ran across the outline of my lower lip, sending a surge of hot waves through my body. Suddenly I felt too hot.

  “I want, so badly, to bite that lip, kiss you deeply, lose myself in you and—”

  “Ryan…” Even though he spoke softly, I was worried someone might overhear our conversation.

  In the low light coming in through the window, his irises shone in the most gorgeous blue, when he added, “No one can destroy what binds us.”

  But could our love defeat the dark shadows hiding in the future?

  * * *

  The souvenir shop turned out to be full of many temptations for tourists. We bought a silver statue of a moose with impressive long curly antlers, a light grey blanket with a baby reindeer pattern and a Christmas tree bell with drawings of the red chalets in Santa Claus Holiday Village. I couldn’t leave without gifts for my family, so I bought a nice warm jumper for Grandma, Granddad, and Fabien.

  Even though we were adults, I really wanted to go to Santa Claus’ house and have our picture taken with him. We couldn’t come all the way here and miss that. We stood in line and patiently waited our turn. Actually, Ryan wasn’t the most patient—he couldn’t keep his hands off me. We behaved like a couple head over heels in love.