Chapter 15
Icouldfeelherstaring at me from across the room. In fact, I’d felt it throughout this whole damn meeting, and it was very… distracting. My dick had been tented in my pants the whole time. My body was so tightly wound that I felt like it might break if I moved too fast. That damn woman was a menace to my body and mind.
It didn’t escape my attention that she watched my every move like a hawk seeking prey. I didn’t know if it was because of how I’d treated her outside of the conference room or if it was because of the complicated contract I’d sent to test her earlier, but she was on me, making sure she understood all of my moves and tells. It was riveting to finally be in the presence of someone who also thought about a conversation like a battlefield. It was riveting and aggravating, especially whenever she turned her attention away from me.
It was hard to pretend not to know that she and Balizar were demons. They kept looking at each other during certain parts of the contract, like they were having their own secret meeting, and something about that irritated me. It also irritated me when he called her Lil just now. The fact that this second-rate demon got to be on familiar terms with her, the heir to Hell, just grated on my nerves, but I kept it together. Reminded myself what the real goal was.
It most definitely was not to bed this fucking stunning creature. This demoness whom I couldn’t seem to not notice or stop paying attention to. My consciousness kept drifting to those plump ruby red lips that were calling for my cock to slide between them.Nope.That was not what I was supposed to be doing. I was not going to end up like Con and War. I was better than that.
I was also battling with my power all day long. I could feel it building rapidly as we were getting closer and closer to closing this deal. As Famine, people mainly knew me as the guy who would make food scarce, and in that way, make people starve, draining their life source.
That was only one part of my power—draining life from people—but the other part was bringing about justice to the apocalypse. I was a law maker and holder. So I found that when I made deals or fought cases as a lawyer, I got to release some of the power that built up inside of me. Right now, it wanted to break the dark witches’ seal that was on me, the only thing making me look human, but I couldn't let that happen.
I folded my hands in front of myself, clenching them hard for a second before softening them and looking up at her. I needed to get to the real conversation. It would be best to move this threat along as quickly as possible so I could get out of her bewitching presence and release my power in peace.
She walked right up to me, and I became hypnotized by the too-high slit of her pencil skirt, which showed glimpses of her delectable tan skin. I envisioned for a split second running my hands up those tan strong legs, watching the skin flush where I gripped her. I looked up to find her a few inches away from me, grinning like a jackal, which made my defenses slam back up.
“Miss. Darkstar—” I started, but she didn’t even give me a chance to get my threat out.
She immediately dropped to her knees, pushed herself between my thighs, running her hands up them, and squeezed at the top, running one finger up and down my length as it was rapidly growing underneath her touches.
I gulped before I tried again, forcing my throat to work even as my body gave the opposite signals. “Miss. Dark—”
I gasped as she leaned over and ran her nose along my length. Her wicked fingers followed, and I felt her purr against me.
“Do you know why I like to give blow jobs?” she cooed and a storm started to brew inside of me.
My teeth were clenched so hard that I didn’t have enough time to answer her crazy question and keep a tight lid on my slipping control.
“I like them because I get to learn what type of a man he is. If he keeps his hands to himself and watches, he is most likely a man who likes to watch pleasure happen to him, more of a voyeur of life. If he is constantly hesitant about where to put his hands, he is most likely unsure of himself. Then there are the ones who like to fuck your mouth like it’s your pussy, taking what they want, chasing my hot, wet mouth like it’s their salvation.” Her breathy words brushed against my dick.
I desperately wanted to show her what kind of man I was.
I was so focused on her words that I didn't feel her unbuttoning and zipping down my pants. Not until she wrapped her fingers around my dick and I hissed at the contact, did I know what she was doing.
“I wonder what kind of man you’ll be.”
Some stronger part of me knew that I was falling under her spell and needed to do something quick. I jerked back for a second, my body only allowing that much distance as my hands gripped the arms of the chair to make me stay in place. My dick wanted this, and wanted it badly. It was swollen underneath her hand, twitching to keep going like it was its own person.
She looked up at my face and tilted her head with a little frown. “I want nothing in return. I’m not doing this for any further deal. I'm not expecting you to treat me differently. I don’t even think you should mention it, but I won’t lie to you. I have been wanting to fuck you since the second I laid eyes on you. I'm okay with this being a one-time deal, no strings attached. Just an experience, right?” Her sinful words worked their way into my psyche, jumbling everything up.
My brain was telling me I was being an idiot, but for once, my dick was over-shadowing my logic.Just an experience… my cock whispered at me. That was an interesting thought. My power was on the edge, wanting to burst forward as we were making a deal, but I was practiced at withholding myself. I held it at bay by a thread.
She looked up at me through her lashes, on her knees like a good girl, just waiting for my answer. Making sure I knew I was in control of going further. Something deep inside of me roared to life. Passion and hunger that I had never felt before came busting forward, demanding I take what she was freely giving. The last shred of my restraint dissipated. Demanding I prove to this temptress what kind of man I was.
My hand rose and curled around her head. She smiled up at me as she licked her lips in anticipation. Yes, that was what it would be. Just this one time. This was an experience we could have with each other. Maybe by finally feeling the real her, I could get this overwhelming need to fuck her out of my system. Stop yanking on myself in the office twice a day as I pictured her underneath me. Yes. I wanted this.
My voice came out lower, huskier than I intended. “No strings, no changes to the contract?”
“None,Sir.” Her sassy smile appeared, and I let out a groan at her words. She wanted to play with fire. Then I guess it was Hellfire we were playing with today.
I gripped her silky strands harder, fisting her hair as I leaned down, my lips barely touching her ear as she kept a firm hold on my dick.
“Then suck me good and hard, princess.” The last part slipped out of my mouth by accident.
She froze and looked at me again, narrowing her eyes for a few seconds before softening them and smiling. I guess she took that moment to really make sure I was still human and didn’t know she was the princess of Hell.
She gripped my cock harder, before putting the tip to her lips. I held her hair as she tried to descend, forcing her to pause as I said, “Make sure to keep your lips nice and tight. I want those lips to stain my cock red. I want to see the evidence of you on me, sucking that cock like a good little girl.”
