The Devil You Know (Ceasefire Series Book 1)

by Claire Marta

  Carlos urges me to roll onto my back. As I shift, the towel falls free. Naked and exposed, my breathing becomes erratic. He doesn’t reach for it. Instead, he leaves it in a crumpled heap on the floor.

  Dragging me down lower onto the table he spreads my legs wide. Pausing directly in front of my pussy his attention snaps to Max.

  “Eat her out. Make her come all over your face.” Is the dark command.

  I should be shocked. Appalled. But I’m not. This is high up on my scale of erotic experiences.

  Fingers delicately part my folds. Squirming, my excitement builds as he finds my clit. Rubbing, he coaxes it harder.

  Max continues to watch.

  A teasing mouth is suddenly between my legs. Lazy, but insistent, Carlos’s tongue is taking no prisoners where my clit is concerned. Arching my pelvis, I push myself further into his foreplay.

  The nip of his teeth on my inner thigh makes me squirm. He knows exactly how to touch me.

  Bending my knees up and apart, he wedges his shoulders more firmly between the gap.

  He’s good. Really good. Thrusting myself against his face, I bury my hands in his hair. It doesn’t take long for my entire body to stiffen up with an orgasm. Legs quivering, pussy pulsing, I ride it out.

  Exhaling, I shudder, enjoying the aftershocks.

  The masseur’s tongue is still lashing away along my soaking slit. Pleasuring me as if his life depends on it. Sucking on my swollen nub, he forces another release from my body.

  Clutching the sides of the table, I cry out.

  “It turns me on seeing another man fucking your cunt with his tongue. Knowing he wants to fuck you, but he’ll be punished if he does.”

  Drawing in a heavy breath, I look down at the dark head between my legs.

  Carols’s right arm is pumping up and down beneath the table.

  Lust deepening even further, I bite my lip, imagining his skilled hand wrapped around his shaft as he masturbates. I’m lost in carnal hunger. Desperate for someone to screw me senseless, now.

  “Enough. Leave us.” Max’s voice is raw.

  Carlos scrambles up onto his feet. Hard dick still in hand, he quickly covers it under the waist band of his loose-fitting trousers. My pussy juices are all over his chin. Without even sparing me a glance, he scurries from the room, closing the door behind him.

  “Come here.”

  Sliding off the table, I pad naked towards Max as commanded.

  Trousers already undone, his cock is rising magnificently, waiting and sheathed in a condom.

  When I'm close enough, he grasps my hips. Tugging forward, he pulls me onto the chair. Legs spread, I end up kneeling over him, his lap beneath me. His dick slides against the cleft of my arse. In this position my pussy is vulnerable. Ready for his taking.

  I can’t look away from his face. The sheer lust I see written there is enthralling.

  “Beg me to fuck you.” He tells me, fingers flexing on my hips. “Tell me you want me buried deep in your cunt, that you’re hungry for my cock.”

  At this point, I’m beyond caring about any control. All I want is Max. Right here. Right now. “Please, Max, fuck me. I need you to fuck me.” To emphasize how much I want him, I curl

  my hand around his shaft, pulling it carefully to my entrance.

  The smile he gives me in return is breathtakingly sexy. Pushing his hips up, the tip of his shaft nudges my waiting heat. Instead of going further he keeps me waiting on edge.

  Growling, I bare my teeth.

  Max laughs. He’s such a fucking tease.

  Grip on me tightening, he thrust upwards.

  Throwing my head back a long groan filters from my lips. Every nerve ending is alight as he stretches me with his massive cock. Intense. So mind-bogglingly intense.

  Lifting me, he starts a rhythm. Moving me up and down, impaling me on his hardness. Putting my hands on his shoulders, I join the frenzy.

  Looking into his eyes, I find them on my face. They’re smouldering. Black orbs tinge with a green rim.

  I want him to consume me, fuck me hard until my limbs are limp and my body is spent. The chair thumps below us in tempo with our movements.

  “You’re beautiful sitting on my cock.” He tells me between grunts. “I could fuck you to death right now.”

  “It would be one hell of a way to go if you did.” I moan back.

  A tingle at the base of my spine begins to grow. Stiffening up, I come hard. In waves, it smashes through me. Grinding myself against his pumping shaft, I feel my inner walls squeeze him tighter.

  Max doesn’t stop. Drilling into me harder, he continues with more purpose.

  I want to drive him over the edge. Send him coiling down into the insanity that takes me every time we come together like a force of God damn nature.

  Panting, unintelligible cries keep breaking from my throat. Everything is sliding into something savage. More animalistic.

  An orgasm envelops me. It’s so intense it sends a burst of light out from my core. I feel like I’m about to explode into a million pieces, the energy is so overwhelming.

  Ecstasy. Max is like a magician. Bringing me to orgasm after orgasm. I can’t imagine anyone else as deep in me as he is at any point onwards. He’s infatuated me.

  Placing a hand on the back of my head, he brings me down for a kiss. Falling into a fevered exploration, our tongues entwine.

  I’m starting to crave Max more and more. He’s like a drug. Seducing me deliciously every time. One that only gets better and better. Spiralling me down into something I am not sure I will ever want to be free from. Heaven help me.

  Crushing me tight against his chest, his whole-body tenses as I feel him pulse deep inside my pussy as he cums.

  Collapsing against him, I try to catch my breath. My heart is beating frantically, mirrored by his own.

  I’ve never felt so drained, yet so at peace. It’s weird, but I like it.

  A hand strokes my hair. “Are you dead?”

  Laughing softly, I nuzzle Max’s neck. “Would you be disappointed if I said no?”

  After shocks shiver through me. Satisfied and drowsy, all I can do it lay exhausted in his arms.

  “Not at all. I’m not into necrophilia.”

  “Lucky for me then.”

  Hand moving in circular motions along my spine, he doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to move.

  “Thank you for the massage. I really enjoyed it.” Feeling so utterly physically relaxed is a first for me.

  Stopping his languid movements, he cups my chin, tilting my face up to his. “You’re very welcome.”

  Somehow Max has managed to get beneath my skin. Slip between my armour. It makes me feel powerful and vulnerable. A mix I have never had to deal with before. I’ve never felt safe. Not the way he makes me feel.

  “Stay with me the whole night?”

  I can hear the tiny thread of uncertainty in his voice. As if for all his self-assurance he’s frightened I might refuse.

  “All right.” I whisper back.

  Pressing a fleeting kiss to my lips, he releases me. “I’ll order room service later. This time we will have no interruptions before we want them.”

  Squeezing my left arse cheek, his fingers ghost down to the cleft between my buttock. When he gingerly probes my tight ring of muscles with a finger I tense.

  “I told you I want all of you.” He rumbles. “And I intend to possess this hole now.”

  “And you think I’m going to let you take me there?” I tease, raising an eyebrow.

  “Yes.” He replies with absolute certainty. “You’re curious. You want to experience my cock in your arse.”

  He’s right. I do. It’s dark and naughty. A fantasy I haven’t been able to shake since he confessed he wanted me there the night at the kinkster club.

  “Now, be a good girl and go get on the bed.” He growls, biting my earlobe.

  Carefully untangling from his lap, I stand before him.

  Removing the used condom, he rids hi
mself of it in a waste paper bin at his side.Without waiting, he strips out of his own clothes.

  Max is a sight to behold naked. An Adonis, wash board abs, firm muscled skin with not an ounce of fat to be seen on his tanned form. The lack of tan marks suggests he sunbathes nude.

  Lingering where I am, I enjoy the view.

  “I want you on your hands and knees on the mattress.” He orders. “I will spank you if you disobey.”

  If he thinks that’s supposed to frighten me he’s wrong. I’ve been spanked before and enjoyed it.

  Exploring, I find the bedroom. It’s beautifully decorated in shades of whites and greys. The furniture is minimalistic, but eye catching.

  Crawling onto the wide mattress, I assume the position he’s requested.

  I know he’s behind me. The heat of his eyes makes my skin feel alive with electricity.

  Looking over my shoulder, I observe his movements.

  Taking a bottle from the bedside table, he squirts a generous amount of lubricant into his palm.

  He was ready for this, I realise. This was his plan all along.

  Licking my lips, I watch mesmerized as he rubs it over his shaft.Watching him touch himself makes my sex clench hungrily.

  “You have a beautiful arse, Mavi.” He comments, continuing to pump his hand up and down his length. “I can’t wait to feel it strangling my dick as I possess it. Eyes forward now.”

  Dragging my attention to the front, I stare at the fancy head board. Nerves flutter in my stomach, a fine tremor racking my limbs.

  The mattress dips behind me. Max spreads my legs with his knees.

  Testing the resistance of my puckered entrance, his lubricated digit presses gently, but with insistence, working its way within.

  “You need to relax.”

  “I’m trying, but it’s uncomfortable.” I complain, feeling it pinch.

  Penetrating deeper, another finger joins the first.

  “Fuck.” I groan, feeling him trying to loosen up my channel with the oil. Breathing through my nose in one long exhalation, I try to relax.

  He begins to fuck me with his fingers.

  It’s uncomfortable. Not unpleasant. Just something I am far from used to.

  Dropping my forehead to the cool blankets, I rock my hips back gently to meet him.

  “Yes, that’s it, you know you want this.” Max coos, caressing my spine, making me moan.

  The thought that he’s preparing me for something larger sends my anxiety spiking.

  Gliding his free hand down between my legs, he fondles my slick slit before finding my clit. As he stimulates the nub, I grow wetter with pleasure.

  The fingers still in my anus, slip free.

  “You’re so perfect and I think you’re ready to receive me.” He tells me, tone taught with desire.

  Closing my eyes, I feel the head of his cock against my arse.

  Pressing it forwards, he pushes slowly in.

  “Breathe, Mavi, you can take me all.”

  I’m not sure that’s possible. He’s not even all the way in. It’s too much. He’s too much.

  “You’re too big.”

  I shift uneasily. Fisting the bed sheets, I grit my teeth and whimper. He feels bigger this way. The sensations as if I don’t have enough room for air and to fit his dick inside me at the same time. It’s intense.

  Breathe in, breathe out. Each time he advances further, tunnelling into my tight channel, working his length in deeper.

  Drawing partly out, he drives back in. “You take my cock beautifully.” He praises. “And suffer so exquisitely.”

  I’ve never felt so full. Each stroke is pain and pleasure entwined, so steadfast it leaves me panting and shaking.

  With a slow pace, he continues fucking my arse.

  I’m not sure now if I want him to stop. I’m uncertain he would if I did.

  A building pleasurable pressure radiates through my body.

  Fingers find my clit, which is begging for attention. Max plays the bundle of nerves like a master pianist. Choking on inarticulate sounds in my throat, I convulse and writhe as my orgasm slams into me.

  Balls deep, his steady pace doesn’t let up. Fluttering in need, the walls of my pussy ache with a sweet desire to be used again. Trickling down, my juices dampen my legs.

  “We have all night long, my Flower.” Max growls. It’s a dark promise of more to come. Of more wicked delights. Just the thought has me coming again in a long yearning moan.

  Crying out above me, Max comes to a shuddering finish, filling me with cum.

  Chapter Eleven

  “Change of plans. You need to keep the girl safe and not bring her here.” Gabriel mutters in my ear.

  Finally, after twenty-four hours he’s answered his phone. Why does this not sound good? I can hear the tension in his voice.

  “Where the fuck have you been?” I snap.

  I’m not about to tell him about our trip to discover what Cassandra is yesterday. That’s between me and the team. Although, knowing this all-seeing archangel he probably already knows. So why isn’t he chewing my arse up over it?

  Max has left me sated and sore. Waking to find myself alone in the hotel room had been a disappointment. He hadn’t even bothered to leave me a message, only breakfast. I still don’t fully understand what this thing is between us. Why he keeps disappearing like a puff of smoke.

  Luckily no one was up when I got home.

  “There’s been a body found in Cease Fire. It’s Colin.”

  Scrunching up my nose, I wonder why that name sounds like it should ring a bell. “And I’m supposed to know who that is?”

  “The green skinned demon who blew up your bike. He’s wound up dead and you were the last one seen with him.” My boss sighs in irritation.

  Fuck. Not what I need to hear. Although he got what he deserved.

  Switching off my kettle, I pour hot water into a coffee cup. “When I left him, he was walking and breathing. I haven’t been back there since.”

  “That’s not what’s being said by his friends.”

  Phone wedged between my shoulder and my ear, I stir the contents carrying the drink at the same time to my kitchen table. “They’re lying.”

  “They must be very convincing. There’s a warrant out for your arrest.”

  I pause. This is more serious than I thought.

  “Fuck.”

  Gabriel clears his throat. It’s a sign he’s going to ask me something he finds uncomfortable.

  “You sure you didn’t end him?”

  Smacking my drink down, I grab a hold of the phone more firmly. “No. I’m not idiot enough to break the rules. Gabriel, you have to believe me.” I hiss back. Does he really think I would be that stupid?

  “I do. Lay low until I can figure this shit out.”

  I’m being framed. By who and why is a mystery. One I want to unravel with the end of my sharpest knife. No one screws around with my life. Whoever they are they will soon find that out.

  “We know Cassandra is an Oracle.” I tell him quickly before he can end the call.

  Silence for half a beat before he answers.

  “Lucifer has been after her bloodline for centuries.”

  Today is starting off full of fucking surprises. Really unpleasant ones.

  “The fucking Devil himself wants her? Do you even realise what kind of demonic forces will be on our arses now?” I can’t stop my voice from rising. Is he crazy? He really does have us in the firing line this time.

  “Calm down.”

  “Did you look at my messages? We have Cade and God knows how many other bounty hunters looking for us. How am I supposed to be calm?”

  Gabriel grunts through the line. “I don’t know, maybe use the fucking vibrator Leo got you for your birthday.”

  Is he joking?

  “An orgasm is not going to help this situation.”

  “Fine. Just stay put. I’ll arrange a pick up for her tonight if I can and text you the details.”


  He cuts off before I can say any more.

  Dumping the phone on the surface of the table, I take a sip of coffee. I seem to be a vortex for disaster right now. It’s as if the entire universe had decided to conspire against me. Maybe this is what I get for having earth-shattering sex.

  I need to kill someone. That always makes me feel better and in control. I’m twitchy. Need to get my hands dirty and draw blood. Sex is a great outlet for me, but it won’t ever substitute my other darker needs.

  Vibrating, the phone begins to ring.

  Snatching it back up, I don’t check the ID. No one else calls me this early. “If you’ve phoned back to tell me something else has gone to shitsville I am going to quit.”

  “Miss StClair?” The voice is soft and feminine. “This is Kate, the receptionist from Beyford home. Your brother has had another episode and I was told to phone and let you know.”

  No. No. No. Not now.

  “Is he ok? Nurse Carter usually phones me.” I question, lowering my voice to a concerned murmur.

  “Unfortunately, due to health reasons she isn’t with us at the moment.”

  Senses becoming alert, I frown. “What happened? Is she all right?”

  “I’m not supposed to discuss it with anyone.”

  “Please.”

  “She collapsed.” Kate confides, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Liz...nurse Carter hasn’t been looking well for days. Right before it happened she told me about these nightmares she’s been having that leave her exhausted the next day.”

  “What do the doctors say?”

  “Physical and mental exhaustion. It’s as if she’s drained, yet they can’t explain why.”

  Drained. That word sticks in my head. Foreboding flutters like a cold unwanted draft on the edges of my mind.

  “I’ll be by to check on him in a few hours.” I tell her. “Please let me know if anything else happens.”

  Hanging up, I stand, moving to the sink to toss away my coffee. I don’t want it now.

  It’s all falling apart around me. Everything I have worked so hard to keep divided. Crumbling around me like an unstable sand castle.

  “Look what the cat dragged in! Did you have a good shag?”