She fought him like a wildcat. For a long moment. And then her lips grew soft and parted and her tongue met his. Oh, God, Flynn. Stop now. Before it’s too late! He broke the kiss, his body, his heart, crying out at the abrupt denial.
Pale green eyes glared up at him, confusion swimming in their clear depths. “I hate you, Flynn Marsters.”
Her whisper cut him, deep and slicing. He gave her a sad smile. “I know, but let me explain. At least give me that before you cuff me.”
Surprised contempt flared in her stare. “You’ve got five minutes.”
He wanted to point out she was the one under him on the bed, but something in the way her muscles coiled and flexed against him told him she wouldn’t be for long. He pulled in a steadying breath, aroused turmoil threatening to consume him. “Let’s ignore all my crimes back in Australia for a moment. You need to believe me when I tell you stealing the Australis Night was my final job. The Mouse was retiring -- I was retiring -- after that heist.”
“Yet here you are.” Katrina tilted her chin, her body tensing with each word. “Stealing a diamond for Abaddon --”
“If I hadn’t, you’d be Abaddon’s slave by now.” He cut her off, his voice more brutal than he’d planned. “His sexual possession. His to use any way he wanted.”
Katrina stilled, her stare locked on him. “Bullshit.”
Flynn shook his head. “You know what he is, Kat. Don’t you think there was a reason he knew your every thought? He marked you as his own and unless I stole the Daemon Moon he’d claim you. And there’d be no human way possible to stop him.”
Her lips parted and he felt her heart smashing in her chest against his. “Why… how?”
“He’s a demon, Kat. The chief demon of the underworld hierarchy. His powers in our world have been contained, but not completely controlled.”
A frown pulled at Katrina’s forehead and Flynn wanted nothing more than to kiss it away. “Contained?”
“In the Daemon Moon. He needs to destroy it to regain his true strength.”
“And if he does?”
Flynn swallowed. “Then it’s Hell on Earth.”
Katrina’s eyes widened and he felt her try to shrink from him. “And you got it? You stole it for him?” Contempt and disgust etched her face. “Why?”
“Because if I didn’t, he’d take you. No matter what you think of me, no matter how non-existent the chances are of you still loving me, I couldn’t let that happen. Not loving you the way I do.”
“A shame, really.” Abaddon’s deep rumble echoed through the room. “All things considered.”
Ice flooding his veins, Flynn leapt to his feet, spinning about to find Abaddon leaning against the wall behind him, a wide -- and very smug -- grin on his face.
“But then again,” the demon said, pushing himself upright and stepping toward them, “after I tasted the delightful Katrina O’Brien I knew I would break my part of the agreement.” His grin grew wider. “I am, after all, a demon. We’re not known for our scruples.”
Flynn fixed Abaddon with a level stare. “You really need to work on your social skills, Don. Haven’t you heard of knocking?”
The demon laughed, the sound hollow and cold. “Aah, the Australian sense of humor again. I will miss it.” His stare slid to Katrina, now standing beside Flynn. “Won’t you, Ms. O’Brien? Won’t you find yourself thinking of Flynn Marsters when I am fucking you to within an inch of your human life?”
“Just try it, Abaddon,” she growled. “Touch me and I’ll rip your balls off.”
The demon laughed again, and a chill raced up Flynn’s spine, as if a corpse had drawn a line there with its dead finger. “Ms. O’Brien, you will do exactly what you did at the ball… want every brutal, punishing, sadistic touch I give you.”
“Fuck you.”
Abaddon smirked. “Later.” He turned back to Flynn and held out his hand. “The Daemon Moon, if you will.”
Flynn ground his teeth. “We had a deal, Abaddon. I give you the diamond, you leave Kat alone.”
Abaddon’s perfect eyebrows shot up. “Demon, remember? Honesty’s not our strong point.” He wiggled his fingers. “Now, the stone. If you make me wait any longer I’ll chain you to the highest pillar in Hell and make you watch what I do to Ms. O’Brien. A million times over. Not the best way to spend eternity, I guess, but if it’s what you’d prefer…”
“Don’t even think about it, Flynn,” Katrina snarled, glaring at Abaddon, her fists bunched balls of white-knuckled hate at her sides.
Flynn studied her. He took a deep breath and her delicate scent filled his being. Delicate and fierce at once.
Turning back to Abaddon, he reached into his back left pocket, withdrew the baseball-sized, brilliant-cut diamond shoved there and held it out, its icy-cold, perfect surface biting at his skin. He’d handled more than a thousand diamonds in his life, some so rare they were believed to be myth, but none as terrifyingly beautiful as the Daemon Moon. Its flawless facets reflected the entire spectrum of light and color in the room, but it was its heart that mesmerized and stole one’s breath -- a whirling maelstrom of pale yet iridescent blue light seeming to pulse with a living force both incomprehensible and hypnotic.
The mysterious pulse grew quicker the higher Flynn raised his arm, the closer he brought the diamond to Abaddon.
“At last,” Abaddon murmured, gazing at the stone. His face shimmered, and for a split second the bestial creature Flynn had met in the gaming lounge stood in the room with them. It reached for the stone, long, clawed fingers curling over the flawless surface…
… and then Abaddon picked it up, Abaddon in his human guise. He removed it from Flynn’s palm, and for a moment it felt to Flynn like someone had torn his heart from his body.
“Oh, God, no!” he heard Katrina whisper beside him.
“So much for a contract,” Abaddon murmured. His blue stare met Flynn’s over the stone -- seconds before, with a smile both wild and triumphant, he closed his fingers around the diamond and crushed it to dust.
Silence filled the room. Deathly and complete.
Abaddon stood frozen, as if waiting, a puzzled expression flitting across his face. Flynn grinned. “Not what you expected?”
Fangs bared, Abaddon looked at the crystalline powder glinting on his fingers and palm. “What did you…”
“Did you honestly think I’d deliver you the real diamond?”
Abaddon shrieked, the sound high-pitched and ear-shattering, like glass being cut with a blunt saw. “Then you’ve just condemned your lover to an eternity of pain.”
Flynn pushed his hands into his trouser pockets. “I don’t think so.” Abaddon gibbered and looked ready to lunge, until Flynn gave him another grin and pointed behind him.
The demon spun around, and found the man in immaculate white with a music-bar belt buckle and blue shoes Flynn had gestured to, flanked on either side by two men the size of Mount Everest. “You?”
The man gave Abaddon a flat look, piercing blue eyes flashing with extreme displeasure.
“You don’t think I research what I’m stealing, Abaddon?” Flynn asked, and the demon turned back to him, hate and fury and astonishment boiling in his wild stare. “You don’t think I research who I’m stealing it from?” He turned his attention to the silent man in white, giving him a slight nod.
Blue eyes crinkled with a devilish mirth.
“Flynn?” Katrina’s soft voice tickled his ear.
“I had a day to prepare for this job, Kat. You know how methodical and meticulous The Mouse is. What a pity Abaddon didn’t. The moment he told me whom I was stealing from, I did a little digging. I’d rather not piss off the paranormal mafia.” He shot Abaddon a pointed look. “I may be human, but I’m not stupid.”
A smile -- small but filled with an emotion he could only dream was pride -- curled Katrina’s lips. “No, not stupid at all.”
Insane fury erupted on Abaddon’s face. He lunged.
And so did the two men stan
ding either side of Da Boss, transforming midair into two massive creatures, part man, part wolf. They crashed into Abaddon, taking the screaming, thrashing, fighting demon to the floor with ease.
Da Boss flicked Flynn a quick look, gave him a silent nod, and then -- before Flynn knew what had happened -- the room shimmered with black light and suddenly he and Katrina stood alone.
Staring at each other.
Katrina tilted her head and gave him a steady look. “You swapped diamonds.”
“As I told Abaddon, The Mouse has retired. I’m on the straight and narrow.” He held out his arms, wrists pressed together, his heart hammering in his chest like a crazy sledgehammer and a questioning smile twisting his lips. “Ready to cuff me, Australian Federal Police Officer Katrina O’Brien?”
Epilogue
Katrina looked out the window beside her, watching the sparkling blue Pacific Ocean disappear under a wispy blanket of white, fluffy cloud. She wriggled deeper into her luxurious leather seat.
Home. She was heading home.
A soft metal clink turned her attention away from the window and she studied the man sitting beside her, smirking at the irritated frown on his face. “My cuffs annoying you, Flynn?”
He shot her a dark look, hazel eyes free of black contacts. “Yes,” he growled, giving his right wrist a small but sharp tug. The cuffs rattled, refusing to let his arm get more than a few inches from the seat she’d fixed him to.
Chuckling under her breath, Katrina shifted, swinging her right leg until she straddled him, her pussy -- still damp and throbbing from their last bout of love-making -- aligning with his swollen cock under her short, flippy skirt. She rolled her hips, knowing her wet heat stroked his turgid length. “Well, you’ll just have to wait your turn, won’t you?”
He glared up at her, his breath growing shallower with each second, more ragged with each slow, deliberate caress of her cunt on his straining, venous organ. “Oh, you are in so much trouble when I get out of these, Katrina O’Brien.” His free hand slid up her back and tangled in her hair, yanking her head down to his with delicious brute force.
She dropped her head, letting her lips tease his as she said, “Well, I guess I won’t be releasing you until we touch down in Australia, will I?”
Flynn shifted beneath her, his cock nudging at the sodden lips of her cunt, spreading them with his growing width. “If Da Boss knew what you were doing in his private jet, I’d doubt he’d have so gladly offered it.”
Katrina chuckled again, gripping Flynn’s shoulders as she rose up slightly on her knees and brushed her pussy over the bulbous head of his shaft. She grinned as he tensed beneath her, trying to penetrate what she so cruelly taunted him with. “Who do you think told me about the bar to lock my cuffs to, Mr. Master Thief?”
Raw pleasure smoldered in Flynn’s pinning stare and he tugged her head closer, nipping at her bottom lip with his teeth. “Another reason to thank him then.”
“Another?” Katrina murmured, the steely, slick head of Flynn’s cock claiming her attention. It nudged at her pussy lips, wet with her already flowing juices and his leaking pre-come.
“Well, he did save you from becoming Abaddon’s slave, and he did marry us…” he paused dramatically, as if adding numbers in his head, “…three hours ago.”
Katrina smiled. “How do I explain going to Los Regalos to catch a jewel thief and coming back with a husband to my boss?”
A mischievous glint sparkled in Flynn’s eyes. “You’ll think of something. Tell him if you didn’t the Los Regalos anonymity spell would make you forget who you are. Well, who I am. There’s no way in hell I’d let that happen. I’d rather spend a lifetime in jail.”
Warmth flooded through Katrina at his words, making her already damp pussy pulse. “God, I’m going to get fired for failing to arrest you.”
Flynn grinned. “I could always not return the Australis Night. Da Boss did say he’d force Abaddon to pay me the three million credits.”
Katrina rolled her eyes. “Straight and narrow, Flynn. Remember? Straight and narrow.” She shifted her hips, lifting them to his pressing shaft. “You do realize you still need to be punished for your crimes?”
Flynn slid his hand from her hair, down her back to her hip, gripping her ass with one strong, powerful hand. “Really? And who’s going to do that?”
Katrina gave his bottom lip a bite of her own. “Me.” She rolled her hips forward, letting his cockhead grind against her clit for an exquisite moment. “The entire flight home. Why else do you think I stripped you naked the second we took off?”
Flynn raised an eyebrow, his fingers sinking into her ass cheek as he tried to keep her sex on his. “Ten hours? I don’t believe you.”
Katrina dug her nails into his shoulders and bit his bottom lip again, knowing she would not be able to hold off much longer. The need to feel his cock fill her cunt was becoming too powerful to hold off. “Is that a challenge?”
Flynn flicked at her teeth with his tongue, sending little ribbons of liquid pleasure through her. “Winner takes all.”
“Agreed.” She gazed into his eyes, knotted her fingers in his hair and -- without warning -- impaled herself on his cock, sucking in a sharp breath as he stretched her to the limit.
“Oh, God!” Flynn roared, pumping up into her, her cuffs rattling as his whole body shook with lust.
“No.” Katrina chuckled, wave after wave of pure rapture crashing through her with each brutal thrust. “Federal Police Officer Katrina O’Brien.”
Flynn bucked harder. “It seems the Kat finally caught The Mouse,” he ground out through gritted teeth, sliding his free hand from her ass to her right breast. He squeezed it, smiling at Kat’s resulting gasp. “What are you going to do with him now?”
Katrina slid up his cock until the distended rim of its head felt close to the swollen lips of her sex, almost popping free. She froze, staring at him, smelling their desire on the air, thick and musky and strong. “Fuck him forever,” she whispered against his lips. “And ever.”
And with that declaration, she plunged down again, taking his length into her body. Utterly and completely.
The very way she loved him.
Lexxie Couper
Lexxie’s not a deviant. She just has a deviant’s imagination. Add the two together and you get darkly erotic romances with a twist of horror, sci-fi and the paranormal!
When she’s not submerged in the worlds she creates, Lexxie’s life revolves around her family; a husband who thinks she’s insane, a pony-sized mutt who thinks he’s a lap-dog, and her greatest treasure -- her daughter, a little bundle of toddler-mischief that utterly captured her heart and changed everything.
Living in Australia makes it a bit tricky for Lexxie to pop by for coffee, but she still loves to chat! Contact her at [email protected] or find her at www.lexxiecouper.com.
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