“James. James. James.” My name rolls off her sweet tongue like a chanted prayer. As though she’s a forest nymph praying for the gods to shower their blessings upon her.

I’ll be her god.

I’ll shower her with pleasure until she’s soaked to the bone and shivering for a reprieve.

“Ahh,” she cries out, her body jolting when a cute-as-fuck orgasm steals her from me. Her eyes roll back, and her back arches, a sultry moan tumbling past her lips. I rub her slowly and let her find her way back to reality one breath at a time.

I take a step back from her and bring my fingertips to my nose. Her scent is clean and sweet and fucking unlike anything I’ve smelled before. It makes my cock strain in my slacks. I need this woman like I need my next breath.

“Coat. Shoes. Now,” I bark out. “We’re leaving.”

She blinks at me in confusion, still drunk from her orgasm. “Where will we go?”

On a slow ride to hell where I will taint every pure cell of your body with the evil sexual darkness that is me.

“My place.”

Her answer is given to me by her amber eyes. A flaming desire burning like fire rages there, desperate for the hell my body promises hers. We don’t need words. Stories can be told in silence.

Ours is steady breathing.

Narrowed, challenging eyes.

A fisting of my hand and a biting of her lip.

Silent yet powerful and predicting a future of unfiltered pleasure. I’ll give it to her raw. Show her what it feels like to lose your mind and control together at once.

She flitters past me and disappears deeper into the apartment. I throw on my coat and wait impatiently at the door. Her farewell party waits with me, circling my feet like four demons supporting the devil in his nefarious plans for an angel.

And fuck . . . she is an angel.

Even in her stupid yellow coat.

Sunshine and warmth and youth and mine.

I hold my hand out to her, and she walks over to me, curious but wary. As she should be. I clasp her hand into mine and all but drag her through the building. We trek through the snow outside that’s falling heavily now, but the flats she threw on are no match for the depth.

Too slow.

I need her to hurry the fuck up.

Bending down, I grab her by her waist and hoist the tiny thing over my shoulder. She lets out a loud, happy squeal that makes my black heart thrum to life. A devil has feelings, it would seem. She’s cracked me right open and dug deep inside. I like her there.

I give her thighs a squeeze before I storm through the blistering wind and relentless snow. When I walk into my hotel, I bypass the front desk, ignoring all the stares, and head straight down the hall to my private elevator.

“It stopped snowing,” she sasses. “Since we’re inside and all. You can put me down.”

Ignoring her, I enter the code to the elevator and step inside when it opens, my haul secured over my shoulder.

“Is this a normal thing for you?” she asks, her tone mildly irritated.

“What? Kidnapping bratty, beautiful girls who make poor fashion choices?” I ask and slap the back of her thighs with my palm. “Nope. First time, I must say.”

“You’re, like, the biggest freak I’ve ever met, and, like, I can’t even be mad at you,” she grumbles. “Believe me. I’m trying. But it’s hard when you smell so good.”

The doors open to my private suite, and my lips part too. A smile. She makes me fucking smile. I pack that thought away for later. Not much in this life brings me joy. Pleasure? Yes. Joy? Never.

But Cerys Youngblood, crazy girl with crazy hair and an abhorrent affection for disgusting liquor and demon cats?

Most definitely.

“The floors are amazing,” she says in a dry tone. “Prettiest floors I’ve ever seen. I wonder what the rest of the place looks like.”

I lower her to her feet but keep my grip around her sweet curves in a tight hold. “Pretty sure when my tongue is inside you in a few minutes, you won’t give a goddamn about the floors.”

She tilts her head up and regards me with a soft, tender expression I don’t like. It makes my mind contract and expand. Like she’s pulling some sort of wicked sorcery and planting thoughts inside me.

Scary thoughts.

Evil, evil thoughts.

Like thoughts where she still looks up at me that same way for years to come.

Fucking years.

She’s sentencing me to a future, and I’ve barely met this warden.

“I’m going to come out with it, Stalker Darden,” she says with a huff. “I have small boobs which you already pointed out. And with small, disappointing boobs comes disappointing virgins.”

I blink at her. “And your point?”

“My point is, I’m not some sex goddess you probably think I am. I mean, I talk a good talk and all, but—”

My mouth crashes to hers, and she lets out a surprised moan. I grab her tight ass and carry her down the hallway. I flip on the lights to my bedroom and carry her over to my massive bed. It doesn’t see much action besides sleeping. The fucks I do allow myself happen elsewhere. This is my safe haven. The only fucking place I can relax.

So why did you bring her here?

My maddening thoughts mock me.

Because she’s sunshine and warmth and a Corona on the motherfucking beach.

I lay her down on the bed and revel in the nervous way she stares up at me. I’m desperate to maul her, but she’s putting so much trust in a monster, I can’t help but bow and yield to her. Perhaps another time I will destroy her. For now, I’ll spread her legs and lap at her cunt, a submissive beast.

“Take off your coat and dress,” I order, my voice sharp and demanding as I yank at my tie.

Her fingers shake, but she obeys me. Sweet girl. She tosses her clothing away and sits there looking cute as fuck in her mismatched bra and panties. Red bra. Pink panties. Fucking awful, and yet I find it the most adorable damn thing I’ve ever seen. Nonetheless, I want them gone.

“Bare, Cerys. Now.” I yank off my coat and then suit jacket before throwing them into a chair.

Her cheeks blaze pink, but she removes her undergarments. When I pluck through the buttons of my shirt, her honey eyes track the movement. I slide away the material and yank off my undershirt as well. The tiny mewl that escapes her reminds me of her demon cats. This little kitten wants to lick me too.

“Show me your cunt, girl,” I growl.

She bites on her bottom lip and slowly parts her thighs. Too slow. I grip her knees as I drop to one of mine and part her open. She’s bare. Fuck, that’s hot. Her pussy lips are pink, and her opening glistens with her arousal.

I’m going to destroy this.

Ruin it with every part of me.

I’ve never been so delighted in all my life.

My mouth is a beast of its own as I seek out her sweet taste. The moment my tongue laps at her arousal, she cries out, her fingers latching onto my hair.

Pulling and guiding and grumbling out orders.

She’s a beast, too, it would seem.

I suck on her clit, brutally so, and enjoy the scream of pleasure mixed with pain that has her arching off the bed. My finger dips slightly into her opening, seeing how tight she really is, and I am pleased to discover her body responds so easily to me.

Tugging at her outer lips of her pussy with my teeth, I inch my finger deeper into her heat, loving the slurping sounds her body is making.

“Little girl?”

“Y-Yes?”

“You can scream all you want. They won’t hear you.”