Devil Mine (Walk Through Shadows Book Two)

Chapter Twelve

Em stood by her bed. Wisps of memories skittered across her brain as she waited. She bit her lip nervously as images slipped in and out of focus. Crimson's smirk as she straddled his hips. Her voice husky with arousal as she begged him to take her again.

Again?

Her throaty laugh when he told her how much she loved his cock. It wasn't a question. With him it never would be. It was simply a fact. And he had been right.

How do you know that?

She saw it clearly for a second. In that hotel room, she'd loved every second of his attention. It could have been a trick of the hypnosis, but he'd made her body feel something she hadn't felt in a long time. Freedom. He not only embraced the slutty side of her, he encouraged it, demanded to see it all, and she'd given it to him.

The door swung open briefly, and then he was standing in front of her. He smirked at his reward. "Why are you still dressed?" She froze. "Answer me Emmeline."

"You said to come here," she whispered as her gaze focused on his lips. Inwardly, she groaned. Her body remembered their time together, even if her brain couldn't. It was already preparing itself for his use.

That's all you'll ever get from him, used for his pleasure.

"Because that's all I'm allowed," he murmured.

She looked up into his eyes, saw a flicker of something, then the smirk settled into place. "What does that mean?"

"You belong to Davros," he answered. "That thing in him, actually." His eyes lit up with that unsettling glow. "Let's not talk about my brother."

"Okay, what do you want to talk about?" There was a noticeable tremor in her voice.

"I don't want to talk," he said as he reached for her shoulders and spun her to face the bed. His hands slid down and gripped the hem of her shift. She stood there quietly as he pulled it up and tossed it over his shoulder. Her bra followed quickly. He stepped closer, his arms moved around her, his hands cupped her breasts and squeezed slightly. "Do you want me to cum on these again?"

Her breath caught. "Again?"

"Mmm hmm." His lips caressed her shoulder. "You were such a slut that night. It was glorious." One of his hands slid down past the waistband of her pants, seeking her heat. She moaned as his fingers grazed her clit. "So wet for me." There was a note of satisfaction in his voice. "So fucking perfect." His fingers eased into her. His other hand pulled her against his chest for a second. In the next blink, he had pushed her upper body onto the bed. As soon as she was bent over, he yanked her pants down and off, then shoved her legs apart. He gripped the globes of her ass with an excited growl. "This was all I could think about for the entire drive with that sniveling little twit." Her hands fisted against the comforter as he buried his face between her legs to feast. She cried out as he licked and sucked, as if she was a rare delicacy.

Her breath caught in her throat, then released in a deep moan as he manipulated her with an expert touch developed through countless hours of practice. Within minutes, her legs were shaking as he pushed her towards bliss.

Her orgasm slammed into her, robbed her of her breath, forced her back into an arch. Before her body had finished with the last contraction, Crimson had stood and removed his clothes. He picked her up by the waist, turned her, and pushed her back onto the bed.

He pulled her legs wide, shoved himself into her heat while ignoring her cry of surprise, and leaned over her. His eyes were still glowing as he stared down at her with a wicked grin. "Miss this?" he grunted the question as he thrust deep.