As if he could read her thoughts, he stopped just short of the corner and turned toward her. “Second thoughts?”
The challenge in his voice spurred her to pick up her pace. To hell with the consequences, she’d be damned if she was going to lose this battle of wills with him.
“You’re not getting off that easy,” she said.
He raised a brow. It was the first show of humor that she’d seen from him. “You have no idea,” he answered.
CJ didn’t slow as she turned the corner. He could keep up with her for a change. The victory was short lived. He made up the distance between them in two steps.
“Mercy Club is just ahead,” he said. “In the Arsenal.”
CJ could see the top of the old brick building peeking above the skyline. It looked every bit as formidable as it’s name. It was rumored to have a real dungeon in the basement. It was where the army used to toss the worst of the worst back when this city really was the Wild West. Now it was used for…something else.
Her steps slowed. Her nerves started up. Her self-assurance started to fade.
Raine put his broad hand on the small of her back. She wasn’t sure if he meant it as a reassuring gesture or a prod to keep her going. Either way, she didn’t need it.
She stepped to the side so suddenly that she slipped on the wet pavement. Raine caught her just as she started to fall. CJ wrenched her arm away as soon as she was upright.
“That’s the second time I’ve had to save you from your own petulance.” He let the rest go unsaid. Next time maybe he wouldn’t.
“I didn’t ask for your help,” she reminded him.
She half expected him to tell her to go to hell and leave her there on the street. God knew he could have any woman in the damn city. There had to be easier, sweeter pickings than her. Apparently there were throngs of women who were willing to curl up at his feet and play willing slave to his master. CJ was all the more surprised when he smiled.
“You are a fighter.” He said, his eyes lighting up with approval. At least that was what CJ imagined it was. It had to be the way that the street lights hit his irises, because heaven help her, it really seemed as though those cerulean eyes were glowing. It caught her so off guard, that she didn’t complain when he wrapped his hand around her wrist and started to pull her down the street.
Raine was silent the rest of the way to the Arsenal building. There was a tension in his touch that spoke of tightly checked power. CJ didn’t struggle as he kept her tight by his side. Though her pride rebelled against his show of control just as much as her body responded to it.
He led her up the empty steps of the Armory. There were no velvet ropes or throngs of beautiful people clamoring to get in. There was only a lone security guard at the door. Somehow CJ had expected something very different from the most notorious club in the city. Rain or no rain, it was still Friday night.
The guard nodded to Raine as they approached and opened the door.
CJ hesitated before she stepped through into Mercy Club. She was surprised that Raine didn’t yank her through. Instead he let go of her wrist and waited for her just inside. She would have to make this decision for herself.
Last chance to make a break for it.
She pushed the voice inside her head aside. She’d come this far.
“Miss.” The security guard nodded his head politely as she passed him.
CJ squinted as she stepped into the lobby. The polished white marble that covered the walls and floor glistened in the light.
A few steps from the door, half a dozen more security guards and assorted personnel hovered behind a long reception desk. Apparently they weren’t relying on the 19th century defenses to keep the uninvited out.
Behind and to either side of them were two staircases leading both up and down. Beyond those were a set of massive double doors. CJ could just make out the hum of music droning behind them.
She gulped past the lump in her throat. This wasn’t what she had imagined at all. It seemed so modern. So civilized. For some reason, she found the interior far more intimidating than the club’s menacing facade.
One of the guards stood as Raine led her past the desk.
“Marcus, this is CJ,” Raine said as the man fell into step with them.
The man nodded in her direction, but his attention was fixed on Raine. “Do you need us to ready a room, sir?”
Raine shook his head. “Not tonight. I’m taking her to my room.”
The guard’s brows rose at the remark. Apparently women didn’t go to Raine’s room.
“Do you need any assistance?” he asked.
“No.” Marcus fell back instantly at Raine’s forceful tone. CJ’s steps faltered for a moment as well. He sounded every bit as raw as she felt.
He led her up three flights of stairs and down a long hallway to a door. The room inside was remarkably sparse. For a man who had enough money to buy what amounted to an entire city block in one of the world’s most expensive cities, he certainly didn’t flaunt his wealth. There were no coverings on the windows that were cut into the rough stone of the building. Only the ghostly glow of the city at night coming in through the windows illuminated the room. A simple bed was pushed against the far wall. It was big enough to accommodate his large frame and then some. Only a handful of personal effects were displayed on a table pushed into a corner. Most of the space was empty, giving the room a dark cavernous feel that made CJ’s knees tingle. With a bedroom like this, who needed a dungeon?
She turned around as Raine closed the thick wooden door behind him. He fit in this room, in this place. He wouldn’t be out of place in an ancient castle. She could imagine him in chain and mail, drenched in the blood of his fallen enemies.
And he had brought her home.
His concubine.
Her pussy became as wet as the rest of her.
He didn’t waste any time removing his own sopping clothes. He peeled off the black T-shirt, revealing his chest. It took all of her resolve not to let her jaw drop. She couldn’t seem to control the way her body reacted to his masculinity. His chest would be broad enough for her to lie on and still have room on either side. Every muscle, from his biceps to the sides of his abdominals, was clearly defined. Even in the dim light of the room she could make out a few discolored jagged lines that cut across his body. Scars. Real scars. The kind that would come from a violent past, but one that he’d been strong enough to survive.
“Take off the coat,” he said. It was a command, plain and simple.
“I don’t think so.” CJ clung tighter to the collar. She knew from experience that his stare had a way of stripping her bare. It hadn’t seemed so threatening on the packed dance floor, but here, alone in this dark room, it felt like her only defense.
That predatory smile reappeared on his face.
“I wasn’t asking,” he said.
He crossed the room in just a few steps. He stopped in front of her and twisted her around. With a single, violent tug he ripped the coat from her shoulders. CJ gasped at the force. She was still covered from head to toe, but she’d never felt so naked in all her life.
“Now take off the rest,” he whispered in her ear.
“But my clothes aren’t wet.”
“I never said they were.”
CJ spun back around when he released her. Her hands began to tremble. His eyes were hard and hungry on her. The lights of the city reflected off his irises making them impossibly bright. It felt like he was looking inside her, peering into the darkest parts of her soul. They made her want to lean in closer to get better look at the fire that burned within them.
She resisted the urge. She needed to regain her self-control. She might have lost at everything else in she life, but she would be damned before she lost herself to him.
CJ lifted her chin and balled her hands into fists at her side. Hard nails bit into the soft flesh of her palm. “If you want me naked and trembling down at your feet, I already told you I was the wrong girl for tha
t game.”
“You have no idea what I want.”
“I’m sure I have a pretty good idea.”
He was a man that, according to all that she had heard, gorged himself on pleasure every night. She was nothing more than another faceless tumble for him. Wasn’t she?
He grasped the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head. The air felt cold on her skin. Goosebumps rose on her arms, but it wasn’t from the chill in the air. His gaze was traveled up her body, inspecting every inch of her. Self-consciousness swelled inside her.
She didn’t want to think of how her body compared the scores of other women he’d seen. She clenched her eyelids shut and pressed her body against his before he could tell her. Her breasts crushed painfully against his chest. She lifted herself on tiptoes and kissed him hard.
It was better like this. He couldn’t melt her with his stare when her eyes were closed. He couldn’t see her flaws when she hid them. He couldn’t taunt her when she occupied his lips.
She reminded herself that she had come here for one reason, to dull the pain of her life. She might as well get it started.
He took the brutal force of her kiss without complaint. She could feel his body responding just as it had in club. He entwined his fingers with hers and slowly backed her up. Her back hit the smooth stone wall behind her. She arched away from the chill of the hard walls.
He grasped her hands and wrenched them above her head. He gathered both of her wrists together in one hand. Her eyes flew open.
“What the hell?”
“I told you. You have no idea what I want. I’m not interested in a quick fuck with our eyes closed, CJ.”
“I never said I wanted this kinky shit.”
“No, but you want it all the same.”
Her body ran hot and cold, fighting the conflicting impulses of anger and desire. She thrashed back and forth in his grip, but he held her tight.
Raine’s face was covered in shadows, but she could see his eyes. They glowed a brilliant sapphire blue. CJ sucked in a breath. There were no street lights to blame it on this time. His eyes were really radiating their own unnatural light. For the first time that night, she felt a rush of genuine fear.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“What am I, you mean.”
CJ swallowed past the lump growing in her throat. She nodded.
“I am an incubus.”
“A sex demon?” CJ’s first impulse was to laugh. It was ridiculous. He had to be out of his mind. “It’s pretty lucky that you live at a sex club then.”
His eyes flashed brighter, and CJ shut her jaw with a snap.
“There were nine of us that were gave up our souls one night almost a thousand years ago. For our sacrifice we were granted certain powers. I know your desires CJ, even the ones that you try to hide from yourself.” He slid his hand under her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. “Especially those.”
“You can see inside my mind?”
“You’ve been wondering all night why I picked you out of that crowd. You’ve wondered if you were different than all the other women I have invited here. You are my One. You are going to give me back my soul.”
CJ shook under his hold. She didn’t know what to believe. Her rational mind was clouded by fear and desire.
“Fuck you!”
She hurled the insult at him.
“Soon enough.”
Her pussy reacted to the threat, becoming unbearably wet. With every squirm now the folds slid against her clit. She wasn’t sure now if she struggled for that glorious sensation or for freedom.
“Let me go,” she demanded.
“When you ask me nicely.”
“You bastard.”
“That’s what I thought.” He leaned in closer. Shivers ran up the column of her spine at the feel of his skin against hers. “Fight if you want, but know that I will win every time.”
A hot bolt ran through CJ’s body. There was no doubting his words. They were much more than bravado. One look at his body and she knew there was no way that she could best him physically. If what he’d told her was truth, she doubted anyone could. The scars were a testament to those that had tried in earnest…and failed.
He traced his fingertips down her imprisoned arms. Goosebumps sprang up in the trail of his touch. Her shoulder blades drew closer together, jutting her tits closer to him. Her nipples pressed into the soft fabric of her bra, two little traitors begging for his touch even as she struggled against it.
He didn’t linger long, but slid his hand down to the waist of her jeans. With one flick, he undid the button. His hand slid down past the elastic of her panties. His hand felt big and rough against the delicate skin of her lower abdomen. She trembled against it. She sucked in a breath and held it, waiting for him to go further.
She thought of those strong fingers on her clit.
“Do you want me to touch you?” he asked after a few more seconds of this delicious torture.
“Screw you.”
“Do you want my touch?” His voice was low and so very much in control. CJ felt herself melting toward it. She’d never been so wet in all her life. It wouldn’t be so bad to admit to that. It wasn’t as if she was giving him anything more than that.
She nodded.
“Say it.”
CJ clenched her jaw tight. That was too much. He had to know. He could feel the response of her body to him. He had to feel the desire racing through her. If he truly had access to her thoughts then he didn’t need her to tell him anything.
“But I want to hear you say it,” he said.
His finger dipped a little lower, tracing the outside folds of her pussy. Frustration twisted inside of her. She twisted futilely in his hold. The tension that had been building inside of her since she’d first seen him walk into the club became almost unbearable. Surely it was worth a little nick in her pride to see it satisfied.
She didn’t have to like it though. She glared at him hard. “Yes, I want it.”
“Maybe when you learn some respect you’ll get it.”
CJ cried out as he pulled his hand away. Her pussy pulsed with want.
“Cocksucker!” she shouted at him.
“A fine idea.”
He pulled her arms down to her waist. “Kneel,” he said.
“I would rather die.” She stared at him with all the defiance she could muster. It was hard with her body shaking with need.
“No you wouldn't. You would rather I fuck you without looking at you at all. You would rather leave here tonight with your itch scratched but the raw empty place inside you still untouched. You confuse wanting to die with being afraid to live.”
He’d seen right through her show of bravado. His stare was hard but not devoid of understanding. What was worse, everything he said was true, Her anger boiled over.
She kicked his shin. He didn’t flinch. She spit at his face. He wiped it away and pulled her closer. With every struggle he held her tighter until finally CJ had no more room to move.
“You’re a liar.” Her voice echoed off the bare walls of the room.
“You know I’m not.” His lips brushed against her earlobe as he spoke. The whisper-soft feel of the caress against the sensitive flesh was at odds with the savagery with which he held her. The combination was driving her mad. Her anger demanded that she try to break free, while her desire insisted that she submit.
A sob of frustration broke free from her throat, but she stopped her struggles.
He let go of her wrists and pressed her down by the shoulders. Her knees bent under his strength. She didn’t fight. Her knees hit the wood floor at his feet. She was there, in the one place that she swore she’d never be, because that was what she wanted.
She reached for the waist of his pants and pulled out his cock. It was every bit as long and hard as the rest of him. She leaned forward and wet the tip with her tongue. She started slow, licking around the crown. Then she tried the tip in her mouth. His head fell back, and CJ felt the f
irst real surge of power.
She bobbed her head farther down his shaft and he groaned. He could best her physically every time, but she could do this to him. She could make him moan and grasp her shoulders. She could make him desire her as much as she desired him.
She pushed him deeper. The tip of his cock pressed against the back of her throat and she was still only half the way down it. She used her hand to make up the difference. He groaned in approval.
She was hungry for the taste of him. Feeling bold, she increased the tempo. If she kept going like this, he wouldn’t last long.
Suddenly, he pulled out of her mouth and wrenched her to her feet.
“Not yet,” he said. Quicker than CJ could react to, Raine hooked his arms under her legs and lifted her up. Her legs straddled his waist as he carried her toward the bed. He dropped her so hard on the mattress that she bounced.
She struggled to right herself, but before she could he pushed her down flat on her back. He grabbed an ankle in each hand and spread her legs wide as he knelt down on the floor. When she was completely open to him, his head descended.
CJ sucked in a great gasp of air as his tongue made a long stroke up the cleft of her pussy. His hands were like iron bands around her legs, keeping her from sliding across the bed and away from him. He gave her a few more drawn-out licks before zeroing in on her clit.
Blazing hot passion shot through her as the tip of his tongue flicked back and forth. The intensity was overwhelming. Her legs began to shake uncontrollably, but he held them fast. CJ curled her hands into the bed sheets. She bit down hard into her lip, but the sounds of pleasure escaped anyway, filling the room, bouncing off the bare walls.
It was too much. Too intense. She couldn’t bear it. She pulled with every last bit of strength to free herself from his punishing fire. He granted her no quarter.
“Give into it,” he said.
CJ shook her head. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. The pleasure was far too bright. It bordered on pain. When she was frighteningly close to the edge, he drew the bud of her clit in her mouth and sucked.
Her will broke, and she was overwhelmed by scorching shocks of pleasure. She cried out. Her back arched. But he kept going, pushing her beyond the edge of reason, until there were no more thoughts, just sensation.
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