The Demon King of Lust

Chapter 20

You and me. Not just sex. For real.

My jaw goes slack at his words and I stare blankly at him for a moment. It must be longer than just a moment, because Kieran's expression starts to look more concerned. I take in a deep breath and sigh, readying myself to say the words that terrify me.

"Okay," I say. "We can try."

"Fuck, Red. Are you trying to give me heart palpitations or what? That was the longest ten seconds of my life." A grin stretches across his face.

"So...you're still attracted to me then?"

"No shit, babe. I'm rocking a perpetual hardon every time you're in the vicinity. If I had taken one of those little blue pills, I'd have to call a doctor by now."

I snicker and shake my head.

"So you do want to have sex with me?"

"So goddamn bad, doll. I just don't want to act like this is no big deal. I didn't want you to fuck and chuck me—write me off as some fling. I'm sorry I made you feel rejected. That's the last thing I wanted."

"Between this and the dream incident, you're bad for a girl's ego."

"I'll fix that, I promise." He rests his hand on my knee and mindlessly strokes it with his thumb. "Yeah, fuck it. Get in the back."

He tips his head and gestures to the back seat.

"What?! I- Right now?? No!"

"I'll make it worth your while, I promise."

He licks his lips and the corners of his lips curl into a devious smirk.

"You want to have sex in my car in a parking lot."

"I want to have sex with you. As long as it's not just sex, the location means fuck all to me."

"I-" I start to object, but I realize I don't actually have any reason to.

I want this. He wants this. And he's really, seriously gorgeous.

My eyes scan his body—the way the tight white tank hugs the defined ridges of his abdomen, the notable bulge between his legs. Heat blooms in my chest then migrates lower. When I catch his eyes, his pupils are wide and dark.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, but I'm gonna hop in the back seat if you want to join me." In an instant, he appears in the back seat.

"Jesus," I huff, slightly startled. "I can't believe you're so fast!"

"I promise I'm not, baby," he says with a playful wink. He holds up a finger and curls it toward himself, inviting me over. With the other hand, he pats his lap suggestively.

His gaze is so devastatingly sinful that my body can't help but follow. I slip between the seats and crawl back to join him. I'm so glad I'm a stripper, because there's no other way I could pull off this particular maneuver in these heels.

I straddle his lap, enjoying the brief friction. He pulls his lower lip between his teeth, his eyes following his hands as they glide from my ribcage to my hips.

"This dress, Red. You're gonna fucking ruin me, aren't you?"

I lean in so that my lips just touch his ear.

"If you're a good boy," I whisper. He shudders beneath me and I bite his earlobe.

"Fuck!" he curses under his breath. He pulls the sides of my dress up until it rests around my hips. With a quick tug, he pulls my panties to the side and draws a finger up my slit, stopping at my clit rubbing light circles. His cold hand just increases the intensity of the sensation—the meeting of fire and ice.