Page 28 of Demon’s Temptation

This hadn’t been what Chaya expected when Grace asked her to meet her at work.

The other female drew attention, her pale blond hair glowing under the lighting. But then maybe that’s what she wanted. This place would be just as good to gather intel as Toxic if the clientele were any indication.

Grace sat across from her now, eyes intense after Chaya had shared what had been said and what she’d seen during her trip to The Dungeon. She’d learned more than what she’d set out to, that was for sure, but her realization about herself would stay private.

Grace reached out and took Chaya’s hand. “You did fantastic. I’ve heard of Ian and his brothers. We wrote them off. They seemed to have other…priorities.” Grace shuddered. “But maybe they’re worth another look,” she said more to herself. Her gaze slid back to Chaya. “But Victor we’re definitely still interested in. We’ve struggled to get intel on him.” She gave Chaya’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Are you comfortable meeting him again?”

Despite her apprehension, there was only one answer. “Yes. And I’m positive there’s more to him. Honestly, I think he’s hiding something.” The truth was Chaya was more determined than ever.

She needed something to fight for that wasn’t a lost cause.

Grace gave her hand another squeeze, her eyes bright, determination shining through. “Excellent.” She sat back. “Now that’s shop talk over with,” Grace said. “How about a drink?”

* * *

Chaya scanned The Dungeon for Victor. It looked like she’d gotten there first. This was the third time she’d meet with him. The second, they’d spent most of the evening observing other couples.

The more they’d observed, the more she learned about herself. She was a dominant, there was no denying it anymore, and the more she watched, the more she wanted to experience what she’d seen in those scenes herself.

Being with Brent now seemed an impossibility.

Not letting her head go there, she looked around for Victor. They’d talked quite a lot the last time they’d met, and she’d managed to ask him a few questions without him getting suspicious. Well, she hoped like hell she’d pulled off her mini interrogation. He’d seemed relaxed enough while they spoke.

Besides being a demon, Victor was a businessman. A very successful one and she assumed a lot of his associates were demons as well. He’d mentioned an upcoming event, an exhibition, one that could provide them with names, perhaps even info on the demon or demons trying to take over the city. Because that’s what they were trying to do. This was war, and she was now one of many soldiers fighting in it.

In any war there were casualties, and she hadn’t gone into this blindfolded. If you didn’t know the risks, you had no business being there. She knew exactly the kind of danger she’d put herself in.

And she wasn’t backing down. She wanted an invite to that exhibition, which meant getting closer to Victor.

Tonight, at his suggestion, she’d agreed to a scene with him.

As his sub.

The price of admittance to his world and a way of proving herself.

She knew it was coming, and accepting had been the only way forward.

A price she was willing to pay for the greater good. For their cause.

She’d spent several hours making her own list of hard and soft limits last night, as requested. And though she was new to this, she knew the sub was really the one with all the power. They dictated what they did and didn’t want. She was in control.

Was she afraid? Yes, she was terrified of what was about to happen. She’d thought she’d wanted this. She knew now this was the last thing she wanted, especially with this male.

What she was about to do was a means to an end. That was it.

She didn’t trust this demon with her body, and she sure as hell didn’t want to be dominated by him, but she needed him to believe the opposite. The club was full, there were witnesses, she had a safe word. Everything would be fine.

She had to admit, the male had a way about him. That smooth melodic tone he used could lull anyone into a false sense of security. She wasn’t stupid enough to trust him, though. She’d kept to her story about Brent and their messed-up relationship. She had a feeling he’d see through her if she tried to lie. So she’d stuck with the truth as much as she could. He’d told her he wanted to spend more time with her and then made his offer to train her so she could surprise Brent and show him she knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it.

If nothing else, Brent had provided her with a great cover story.

But an invite to the exhibition would only come if she did this. If she turned him down now, she had a feeling he’d lose interest in his little project and she’d miss her chance.

A cool hand landed on her shoulder.

She started and spun around.

Victor stood behind her, tall and lean, dark suit impeccable, expensive. His salt-and-pepper hair was cut neatly, his jaw smooth. Nothing out of place.