by Lia Davis, Milly Taiden, Kerry Adrienne, Vella Day, Andie Devaux
Oh, shit. “No! No. I was just curious.”
Good going, asshole. Now she was going to think he wanted to get married or something.
She bit her lip and lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “I would love to get married.” She met his gaze. “I want a man that can do me like I’m a bad girl that deserves to be punished.”
He glanced around the restaurant. Other men glanced at their table, interested.
“Elena—”
“I want you, Damien. I want you to take me to your big bed and fuck me with what I know is a big cock. I can tell.” She gave a salacious grin. “Now I want to see it firsthand.”
***
Laura grumbled on her way into Davi’s office for the millionth time in the past ten minutes. Her boss was on a roll, asking her to do everything and anything under the sun.
“Oh, good. You’re back.” Davi smiled and held out a set of keys in her hand. “Take these to Lost Souls for me.”
She frowned. Lost Souls? Why would Davi send her to interrupt someone’s romantic evening?
“Damien forgot them before he left.” Davi supplied as if reading her mind.
She took the keys and stomped out of Davi’s office. What did she care that he was off on a date with some bimbo, anyway? It wasn’t like she was interested in a big, half-naked barbarian. Men like him didn’t know how to move around the house without breaking something with their size.
She marched into Lost Souls and gaped at the woman sitting on Damien’s lap.
“Take me home, Damien. Fuck me all night long!”
Whoa! That was more than Laura or anyone in the restaurant needed to hear.
“Do it, buddy,” one guy said, “or I’m going to end up taking her home with me.” Something his date didn’t find amusing from the way she broke the wine bottle over his head.
Laura’s anger started to rise. After practically throwing himself at her like she was the woman he wanted in his bed, now he had some woman on his lap? This guy had some nerve.
“Elena, I don’t think you understand that this is not what I’m looking for.”
“Damien, please. I’m burning from the inside. Cool the hunger in my pussy,” Elena groaned, raking her nails into his hair.
Damien met Laura’s gaze and smiled. “Elena, as much as I’d love to cool things here, I’m afraid I’m going to have to go. Davi needs me.”
He picked Elena up off his lap and sat her on the chair he vacated.
He rushed away from the table and grabbed Laura by the arm, tugging her to the entrance of the restaurant. “Let’s go.”
“Damien!” Elena yelled at their back. “Come back. You’re supposed to fuck my head into the wall tonight.”
Laura gasped. “You promised her that?”
He frowned and continued marching down the street, hauling her by his side. “Of course not. Elena has had a crush on me for a while now.”
Laura tugged her arm out of his hold and stopped, slapping her hands on her hips. “Did you tell her you don’t want to sleep with her?”
“Yeah. She doesn’t really understand the word no. Now let’s go before she glues herself to my side and I need a crowbar to get her off.”
Laura frowned at Damien and realized something about him. “You don’t want to hurt her feelings.”
He tugged at her arm again. “Not if it’s not necessary. I have never really liked disrespecting females. It’s not her fault her hormones are making her crazy.”
Laura lifted her brows and blew a raspberry. “She can learn to control herself.”
“Damien! Come here you sexy thang!” Elena’s screams closed in on them.
“Come on!” he growled.
She pressed down on her heels and didn’t follow along. “No.”
Elena was close to them when Laura turned to face the other woman. “Hi, Elena.” She smiled politely. “Damien can’t talk to you right now. He’s really got to run.”
Elena narrowed her eyes, curling her lip at her. “Damien is coming home with me.” She leaned closer. “He wants me.”
Laura’s anger rose swiftly. “No, no he doesn’t. He is running from you, Elena.”
Laura didn’t normally argue with people, especially women. She wasn’t that kind of person. But seeing Elena’s gaze roving over her like she was a piece of trash pissed her off.
“Look, Elena—” Damien started.
“What the hell are you supposed to be dressed as, anyway? A librarian?” Elena spat at Laura. “Look around you. We’re in hell. This is the epitome of Sin City.”
“I don’t feel I need to explain myself to you.” She bit the words out through gritted teeth.
Elena smiled coldly. “Just like I figured. Get the hell out of my way. Damien is coming with me.”
“No!” Laura said, grabbing Elena’s hand and shoving her away from Damien. This wasn’t about Damien anymore. It was about Elena’s lack of respect. And her inability to understand and accept being rejected. “He’s staying right here.”
She moved in front of Damien, protecting him from the buxom redhead Elena.
“I don’t need you to defend me,” he muttered at her back.
Elena lifted a hand to reach for Damien. “That’s right. He wants to come with me.”
“Touch him at your own risk,” Laura said softly.
Elena laughed. “Or what?” Instead of grabbing Damien, she shoved Laura’s shoulder. “What are you going to do little librarian?”
Laura’s fury hadn’t been tampered with in a long time. She’d forgotten how quickly her anger could surface and take hold of her. Rage bubbled up inside her, blasting through her veins in earth-shattering blasts. She lost all control of the monster she’d thought she’d tamed long ago. Her fiery temper.
Without a second’s hesitation, she lifted a hand and slapped Elena so hard across the face, that the hit sounded loud in the busy street.
“You, bitch!” Elena made a move to grab her hair, but Laura’s anger knew no bounds.
Laura took hold of Elena’s wrists, crouched under Elena’s arms and used her heel to flip her easily over her shoulder. Elena slammed on the ground with a loud thump.
“Learn when to stay down,” Laura threw back.
She turned around and motioned Damien to follow her. “Let’s go.”
His brows rose and a smile split his too sexy lips. “You getting bossy on me?”
They started walking away from Elena’s up close and personal visit to the floor, when the redhead grabbed her bun from behind.
“You think you’ve won?” Elena shrieked.
Sharp needles of pain shot through her scalp. Elena grabbed on to Laura’s hair, yanking hard enough to make Laura see red. Laura flew into a rage. She pushed back, sending both Elena and herself bumping into the side of a building. Elena grunted. Laura flipped around, grabbed Elena by the straps of her tank top and shoved her through the glass door of another bar.
Glass shattered all over. Loud cheering sounded around them. Patrons of the bar moved out of their way to watch the fight.
Elena kicked Laura off of her. Laura wobbled back, breaking a table when she couldn’t find her balance. She didn’t stay down. A second later, she picked up a wooden chair and slammed it over Elena, splintering it into pieces.
Another cheer went through the bar.
Laura’s anger had toppled over. She couldn’t contain the rage anymore. She jumped on Elena, pinning Elena with her legs. Then, she swung a fist and hit Elena’s cheek so hard the sound of bone breaking filled the room. She couldn’t stop. She grabbed Elena’s hair, slammed her head on the ground repeatedly, until someone picked her up off the other woman.
“Calm down, Laura,” Damien muttered by her ear.
A final cheer and a standing ovation took place. Damien dragged her out of the destroyed bar into the streets again. She tried to shake his hold, but he was stronger than her. Dammit.
“Let me go!”
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br /> “Stop fighting me,” he said, his arms turned into two steel bands around her chest. A red haze of fury still covered her vision.
It took her a few moments of deep breathing to calm her rage. Once she pushed the explosion of anger out of her system, she stopped moving and cleared her throat. “You can let me go now.”
He slowly unwrapped his arms from her upper body and stepped back. Holy shit. She hadn’t done that since she’d been sent to hell. Her vicious temper was one of the things Riyanna had asked her to try and control. It was the reason she was in hell to begin with.
She pulled away from him, wanting to bury her head under the hot red sand of the Pit’s acid beach. Walking quickly toward her building, she didn’t say anything until they were a few doors away from her apartment.
“You have quite a temper there. I think we should find you some ways to let your anger out from time to time.” Damien chuckled when they reached her door.
Crap. She hadn’t wanted anyone to see that side of her again. She didn’t even know what pushed her so hard so fast. Elena didn’t say anything she hadn’t heard before. It was the idea of Elena sleeping with Damien that had brought out her anger. Not good. The last thing she needed was to feel some kind of desire for the shifter.
Ribbons of heat crowded her cheeks. She didn’t want to look at him from the embarrassment she felt. She’d hidden her temper and lack of control over it for hundreds of years. All it had taken was for Elena to speak of her desire for Damien and the fury had made a comeback.
She made a grab for the knob, opened the door and finally turned to look at him. Need exploded in her belly, shooting through her veins like wildfire. She gasped. What the hell was wrong with her? She’d never had this kind of reaction to someone after letting her anger run wild.
He inhaled sharply. “Laura...”
Passion sizzled inside her, swiftly taking a hold of her. She licked her lips and met his gaze. Oh, sweet mother of all things naughty. She wanted him. But she shouldn’t. Hell, she might not be able to handle a man like him. She probably needed lessons to please him in bed. But she couldn’t get her body to care about any of that.
“I…” She cleared her throat. “Ah, shit!”
Chapter Five
Screw whatever she needed. She grabbed the front of his T-shirt and pulled him into her. He hadn’t been prepared for that from the way his eyes widened. He caught on quickly, lifting his arms to cup her face and smash their lips together. The kiss was unlike any she’d ever been given alive or dead.
He plunged his tongue into her mouth, caressing and rubbing it over hers. Long-buried emotions flourished in her chest. She’d never felt this kind of passion from being kissed before.
She moaned in the back of her throat. His kisses were addictive. Not only did he hold her head captive with his hands, but he licked and sucked on her lips. Her legs weakened into a jellified state. Arousal heated her to the core. He pushed her into her apartment, slamming the door closed with a loud thump once they were both inside. Her pulse tripped. She’d never had a man in her place. She was much too reserved for that. With Damien she was breaking all the rules.
The feel of his chest on hers sent sparks down to her pussy. Oh, wow.
He lowered his hands down to her back, cupping her ass, and lifted. She was big. She was heavy. But he lifted her like she weighed next to nothing. She curled her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.
He pulled away from their kiss, looking her in the eyes with his bright golden gaze. “Bedroom.”
She tried to catch her breath and glanced around in a daze. Then she pointed to a hallway on the right. “First door on the left.”
He marched to her bedroom, squeezing her ass in his grasp and pressing her pelvis over his hard cock. Her pussy went slick with her need. She wasn’t a total prude. She had toys and watched videos. But none of that compared to having the giant shifter she had in her apartment, carrying her off to be devoured in her bedroom. Instead of fear, excitement fluttered in her belly.
The moment they entered her bedroom, she wiggled in his grasp, wanting to be put down. She reached for his shirt, tugging it above his head and struggling to get the offending material off his gorgeous body. He didn’t have such a hard time with clothes. The soft sound of something ripping made her glance down to see his claws tearing through her outfit. In less time than it took her to gasp at his destruction, she was naked in front of him. He’d slashed through top, pants, bra and panties, leaving her completely naked for his view.
“Now this is an amazing sight,” he groaned, shifting his claws back to hands and cupping the heavy weight of her breasts. “So sexy.”
“Damien—”
“Wait. This has to go,” he growled. He lifted his hands and yanked at the pins holding her long hair in a tight bun. The mass of brown locks fell down her back in a heavy curtain.
“So beautiful,” he breathed. “You should be punished for keeping your hair bound. I love seeing it free.”
He shoved his pants down and her world narrowed to only his body. Breaths rushed out of her mouth. He took a nipple between his lips. He fondled both of her breasts, tweaking at one nipple while sucking on the other. She squeezed her legs together, her body aching with a growing pressure inside.
She was a curvy girl. Okay, curvy was an understatement. She was big. With wide hips, large boobs and enough ass she could share it with a few women and still have a lot left over. She had a belly that was soft and didn’t lay flat. None of that mattered at that moment. In fact, from his touch and kisses, she realized, he liked her body. And damned if she didn’t too.
When she’d been alive, she hadn’t sought approval of her shape from a man. Women in her time had big curves. Once she joined the ranks in hell, she realized it wasn’t what kind of shape you had that mattered, it was how confident you were with it. Laura had loved her body all her life, so she never felt any issues with it. She wouldn’t start now.
No man had ever made her feel so wanted in such a sexual way before. No man had ever done what he did now. Take his time to lick and suck her in such a reverent manner. Previous lovers had kissed her and gone straight to the act. After all the years she’d been in hell, and all her conversations with her friend Diana, she’d learned there was more to sex than just wham bam thank you ma’am.
Now, with Damien, she realized she’d been missing out. There was foreplay. He sucked her nipples and lightly bit them until she moaned from the delicious pain he gave her with each nibble. There was a crazy amount of heat spreading in her pussy. A heat that called for him to touch her there.
The growling noises he made while licking her chest and sliding one of his hands down her body made her all kinds of desperate. She raked her nails into his hair, gripping the strands.
“Oh, my...”
He picked her up into his arms again, this time taking her straight to bed. He stopped in front of her giant king-size bed. She might live alone, but she had always loved to sleep in comfort.
After placing her back on her feet, he started kissing her neck, licking his way back down her body. Her legs wobbled and she sat on the soft mattress to enjoy his kisses. He took large sucks of her nipples, nibbling and sucking. Growling at her flesh. Her pussy throbbed. Fuck! She’d never wanted to come as bad as she did that moment. She was so wet she could feel her heat trickling down to her ass.
He continued his journey south, his cool licks popping goosebumps over her skin. He kissed her belly, licking a circle around her belly button and kneeling between her open thighs. She leaned back on the bed, spreading her legs wide for him. He curled his gorgeous arms around her thighs and pulled her ass closer to the edge of the bed.
She glanced down at his head between her legs. Men had given her oral before, but it had never given her much pleasure. She’d been tense and insecure. None of that bothered her now. Damien met her gaze over the curve of her belly and just inches from her pussy, sending
a new wave of pleasure rocking through her. The golden glow in his eyes made the animalistic side that much sexier.
He inhaled and groaned. “Fuck, Laura. Tell me to lick your pussy, baby.”
She swallowed hard. She’d never actually said that to a man before. “Damien...”
Should she tell him she was not as exciting as other women he’d probably been with?
He licked her inner thigh, closing in on her pussy and biting at her soft flesh with a sting. “Tell me to rub my face on your sexy as fuck wet folds.”
Oh, hell. Her pussy was sexy? She’d never heard of a pussy being sexy. Maybe she should take a look at her privates more often.
“I... please, Damien,” she moaned when he bit down on her other leg.
“Come on, my little closet freak. Tell me to fuck you.”
Her body tensed and a flutter of desperation filled her mind. “Do something.”
“Why?”
She bit her lip, frowning. “I feel like I’m going to die soon from wanting you.”
“That’s good, but not good enough.” He grinned. “Talk dirty to me. Tell me to rub my tongue up and down your pussy. Tell me to run circles over your asshole with it.” He brushed his lips in a feather light caress over her mound. “Beg me to shove my cock inside you and fuck the uptight girl out of you.”
Screw it. She leaned all the way back on the bed, glancing up at the ceiling so embarrassment wouldn’t keep her from talking. She needed him to do something or she might die again. This time, a slow death would take her from not getting sexual relief on that bed. “Lick me, please.”
He licked closer to her pussy lips, this time sucking hard on her flesh. “Lick you where?”
For Cripes’ sake. “Lick my pussy.”
“How? Slow, fast? Tell me what you want, baby.”
“Lick my pussy. Shove your entire face in there and don’t stop until I come.” She gasped at the instant feel of his lips on her clit. He flicked his tongue over the tiny throbbing pleasure center and her world lost focus. “Oh, please don’t stop.”
