Chapter
13
Chloe
Hanging upside down over the demon’s shoulder, Chloe lost her temper and started to punch Kent’s back. “Put me down right now!”
“Stop with the love taps, sweetheart. I’d hate to have a bruise back there.”
“Then put me down, you overgrown philanderer!” she shrieked in pure feminine rage.
At that, Kent stopped in his tracks and did the unexpected. He put Chloe down. It wasn’t to let her go, though. No, he grabbed her by her arms so she couldn’t escape and asked her with an amused voice, “Philanderer?”
Sniffing in disdain, she retorted, “If the shoe fits …”
Looking down at her feet, then taking a leisurely visual stroll back up her legs, hips, and chest, he finally made it back to her eyes before she died of boredom, only to say, “As long as they’re not your shoes. I’d break my fuckin’ neck in those walkin’ stick traps.”
“If that’s what you think about my Jimmy Choos, then you just don’t know how to appreciate good fashion, heathen.” Chloe could take a lot of shit, but people talking about her shoes was not one of them.
Kent shook his head. “That’s where you’ve got it all wrong, babe. I appreciate them, and the way they make your legs look a mile long, but how you walk around in those things without breakin’ your own neck, I’ll never know. Trust me; I’m not complaining. I love the way those heels make your calves stand out. Add in the fact that I think about you digging them into my back while I’m making love to you, and you can say I even love those shoes.”
The dirty words leaving Kent’s mouth was turning Chloe’s anger into desire. A desire she had been ignoring since the first time she had laid eyes on the handsome demon. One she wasn’t so certain she wanted to deny anymore.
It was getting harder and harder to resist Kent, and she was starting to wonder why she had resisted him at all.
That was when she remembered.
Kent was just like all the other guys who only wanted that notch on his belt. Perhaps if she called him out on it, he would leave her alone.
Poking one of her manicured fingers into his chest, Chloe let him have it. “Is that all you think about when it comes to me, Kent? Sex?”
As the words left her mouth, another thought occurred to her. Why not just give in; have a night of what she hoped would be earth-shattering sex, and then leave the demon behind? That way, they both could get what they wanted.
Kent trapped her hand against his chest and leaned down to whisper close to her lips, “I can’t get you off my mind, Amazon. All I know is that, if I don’t get a taste of you, it’s going to drive me mad. I know you have your doubts about me, and I’m not saying I’m perfect, but what I can tell you is that I promise to make it a night you won’t ever forget. Come home with me, Chloe.”
There it was, the ultimate temptation. A night with Kent. Should she do it? He had screwed up her little undercover mission for the night so, in a way, he owed her some stress relief, multiple times over.
Biting her bottom lip, her mind wheeling, she watched as he groaned in need as he stared at her mouth before he crashed his lips down on hers, stealing her breath. Then he invaded her mouth with his tongue.
The man was simply kissing her senseless, and that was what she would blame later for the decision to give in and go home with him. Those kisses. Until then, she wasn’t going to regret a damn thing that she was about to do, including the words that she pulled back to whisper breathlessly next.
“Take me to your place.”
A tense ten-minute car ride later, they pulled up to a line of little two-story beach bungalows directly on Wrightsville Beach.
Kent parked the car, then walked around to her side and opened the door for her. Holding out his hand to help her out of the car, Chloe accepted it, letting Kent pull her up until their bodies brushed. Then she watched as he shut the car door before walking away up a sandy path toward the bungalow on the end. She couldn’t help admiring the swagger of his steps and the way it made his fine ass move.
When he stopped and turned to see if she was following, he caught her staring and smiled. That was Chloe’s cue to come unglued from her spot and walk up to the tan beach house with white trim, whereas the other bungalows were brightly painted. It was an adorable house from the outside, and Chloe couldn’t wait to see what the inside looked like, although she was surprised this was where Kent lived. It wasn’t very sophisticated for such a high and mighty demon.
Catching up to Kent, they stepped up onto the screened porch, then through the porch, and came to the house’s front door. There, Kent looked back at her with smoldering eyes as he put his key in the lock and turned it. Pushing the door open, he then grabbed her hand and pulled her inside, quickly shutting the door behind them as if he was afraid she might change her mind.
Chloe wasn’t interested in changing her mind at this point. She was committed to spending the night with him. Her entire body felt alive right now, waiting for what was to come next. She didn’t have to wait long.
Kent pulled her into his hard body, smoothing his hands down her back until they rested on her ass, and then squeezed. “You sure this is what you want, Amazon?”
Staring into those burning blue eyes of his, she nodded. However, that must not have been good enough for him.
“Give me the words, sweetheart. Tell me you want me.”
Taking a deep breath, Chloe let her body’s desires overrule any doubts she might have had and gave him the words he wanted to hear. “Kent, I want you to fuck me. Tomorrow, I want to be sore from what we do tonight so I can remember you were inside me. So, make it good, demon, because this is only happening once.”
He smirked. “That’s what you think.”
Chloe didn’t get a chance to protest his statement before he slammed his lips down on hers in a possessive claiming. Lips, teeth, and tongue all dueled for who the controller was, and Chloe quickly found herself giving in to the sensual demands, thoughts of protests slipping away under his soul-stealing kisses.
She felt him guide her as they kissed, pulling her forward as he walked backward, until Kent’s back thudded against a solid surface. Then, in a lightning quick move, he swirled them around so that it was Chloe’s back against the solid surface and Kent’s big body pinning her against it.
She didn’t know where they were in his house, and she didn’t really care. She was completely lost in this moment with Kent, and there was nowhere else she would rather be.
Wandering hands moved around her back, and then he unzipped her dress. As the material slowly slid down her body, she gasped in surprise as cool glass hit her back. Turning her head, Chloe saw that she was pressed against a floor to ceiling window that overlooked the ocean beyond.
“Someone will see!” she gasped.
Kent cradled her face in his hands and turned it so she was looking at his own. “No one will see a thing. These windows are covered with mirror tint. Remember when I teased you about being a voyeur at the bar and you said you were a people watcher? Well, I’m going to turn you around, slide in your hot wet pussy from behind, and fuck you so that you can watch the sunset and the people on the beach. This is your chance to cut loose and be wild, sweetheart. Trust me to take care of you.”
To Chloe, it was too naughty for words. Yet, that didn’t stop her intimate folds from becoming slick with desire as she thought about being pressed up against that glass with Kent inside her.
She was on the ledge, not sure what she wanted to do, when Kent leaned in and whispered the words that would push her over.
“No one gets to see that beautiful body but me, Amazon. Now take off those panties before I rip them off.”
Chloe hooked her fingers into the sides of her underwear and slid them down her legs, kicking them off to the side with the dress that had been pooled at her feet.
“Now take off the bra, beautiful.”
She unhooked the bra next and dropped it to the floor with the rest of her clothes. Then, leaning back against the glass, she reveled in the hungry look she found in the demon’s eyes as they roamed her body. When his tongue peeked out to lick his firm bottom lip, Chloe decided she was ready for more than just looks. She wanted action.
She lifted her leg to slide her heels off, when Kent’s smooth voice rumbled, “Leave those on. I want to fuck you in them.”
Setting her foot back down, Chloe then lifted her hand and used her pointer finger to motion the object of her desires closer.
Kent closed the space, but he didn’t kiss her as she expected him to do. Instead, he dropped to his knees, looking up at her as he placed his hands on the outside of her thighs. Slowly, making his intentions blatantly clear, he leaned forward until his tongue slid against her sex. Up, then down, then back up again to circle around her clit. All the while, his eyes never left hers as he licked her folds and sucked on her clit.
It didn’t take Chloe long to be right there on the edge of an orgasm, which surprised her. Usually, it took a man forever to get her to that point. Not Kent.
Why did things always seem different with him?
She didn’t have a chance to analyze that thought, feeling a finger enter her, pistoning in and out as he continued to tongue her sex.
Chloe tipped her head back, gasping at how just that one digit felt inside of her. It had been so long since she’d had a lover, and her body was ready for release.
“Please, Kent!”
He started fingering her faster. Then he added a second digit while still dancing his tongue in circles around her clit.
“God, I need you in me,” Chloe begged.
Just when she was about to be pushed over that erotic ledge of pleasure, her head tipped back against the glass, eyes shut, panting deeply for breath … he stopped.
Part of her wanted to cry with having her release withheld like that. The other part of her wanted to kick his ass.
She opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling for a second, then looked down at Kent, ready to give him her own sort of tongue lashing, and not the pleasant kind. Except, what she found stopped her.
Kent, in all his naked glory.
And it was glorious.
The demon had a dick longer and thicker than she had ever seen, already clad in a condom and ready for action. If she was a lucky, lucky girl, he would know what to do with it, too.
Chloe thought about dropping to her knees to do some licking of her own, but the demon obviously had other plans.
Stepping forward, he grabbed Chloe gently by the arm and spun her around, making her face the window, her breasts pressed against the cool glass, her nipples puckering at the chill. Then her legs were spread shoulder-width apart.
The demon put his hand on her pelvis to tilt her ass out a bit in his direction, asking, “Ready?”
“If you don’t fuck me this very minute, demon, I will—”
He filled her in one swift stroke, cutting off her ability to finish her sentence.
Thank God she was so damn wet, because he was huge, filling her in a way she had never been before.
“Fuck, but you’re tight.”
All words left Chloe. She was surrounded in nothing but sensations. The feel of his hand gripping her hip. The way their skin felt electric when they touched as Kent pulled out slowly then thrust back into her. The way he slid his other hand up her spine until he grabbed the back of her neck and squeezed gently, letting Chloe know who was in control. Then he slid that same hand over her shoulder, down her arm, and covered her hand, intertwining their fingers against the glass in front of them.
It was at that moment, as this sort of sense of rightness descended upon her, that Chloe finally found her words again.
“Get that ass moving, demon, and fuck me.”
Was she ignoring the part of her that silently whispered this meant more than a one-night stand? Hell yes, she was! She was afraid that, if she let Kent in, all he would do was break her heart. Nonetheless, she wouldn’t let those thoughts ruin this moment. Not now that she was here in it.
Chloe moaned as he pulled out a few inches, then thrust back in. She memorized the way he felt inside of her so she would have this memory for the empty nights to come.
Kent had no clue about the internal war that Chloe was raging. She wasn’t about to tell him, either. Instead, she tilted her ass a bit more so his long length rubbed over her G-spot, causing something like shivers to rack her at the sensation of it.
The demon bent over her, running his tongue up the side of her neck until he nipped her earlobe. “Never felt anything as good as you, sweetheart.”
Not wanting to let him know how much she felt the same, Chloe gasped, “Faster.”
That spurred her lover to indeed go faster, and a little harder, as he buried himself over and over again inside of Chloe’s aching depths.
Letting go of her hip, he reached around and started circling her clit, instantly sending her over that euphoric ledge that she had been riding for so long now.
She screamed against the cool glass her forehead lay on as her breath fogged up the window.
It was only a few thrusts later that he buried himself as deeply as he could get, jerking sporadically with his release as he came inside her.
Resting his big body along her back, she barely heard him whisper the words, “I’ll never get enough of you.”
Chloe was too sore and content to call him a liar.
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Kent
That night, Kent dreamt. He didn’t dream of fluffy bunnies or butterflies and rainbows. Nor did he dream about having an orgy with a cheerleading squad. No, Kent dreamed of the Ninth Circle Council.
Go fucking figure.
Even in his dreams, those assholes wouldn’t leave him alone.
But his dream became a nightmare rather quickly.
All the members were dressed in their black ceremonial robes, sitting at the council tables. You couldn’t see their faces, only their hands that were resting on the table in front of them.
Lulu Ivanov was on her knees in front of the council, hands cuffed behind her back and tears streaming down her face. The body sitting in Councilman Holden’s spot raised his hand and pointed it accusingly at Lulu. He said no words, but no words were needed to know what was about to happen.
Lulu Ivanov was going to die.
Kent felt panic fill him. How was he going to save her now? It was too late, and he hadn’t done his job to clear the innocent tigress of the murder charge.
A man with a black mask and a silver sword in his hand stepped up to stand behind Lulu. Kent wanted to do something, anything, to stop what was about to happen, but he couldn’t move. His body was frozen. Even his lips wouldn’t move to speak a word.
As the sword raised high behind Lulu’s head, she started crying harder. Her mouth opened to say something, but she never got the chance to speak because, in the next moment, the sword sliced through her neck cleanly and her head toppled to the floor in front of her.
When her body fell to the side, all Kent could see was her face, frozen in a look of terror, her mouth held open to say words she would never get to speak.
Rage and self-loathing filled him as he stared at what was left of the tigress. Her body lifeless, her hope and sweet innocence gone. He didn’t have the words to say anything, but he knew it wouldn’t matter anyway now. It was done. Lulu was dead.
He was about to stand up and walk out of the room when something on the floor caught his eye. Focusing his attention on the moving object, Kent stared in horror as a coral snake slithered its way toward Lulu’s head and started to curl around it. Another snake appeared, and Kent followed the snakes path backward to see where they were coming from.
It didn’t take him long to figure it out as more snakes appeared, all from Councilman Holden.
He was surrounded by them now, yet he wasn’t afraid. On the contrary, Kent instantly knew that Holden was the master of these snakes. What did it mean? Sure, he had been the one who had accused Lulu of his brother’s murder, but was there more? Was he the one behind the giftbox left on Romano’s doorstep? Did the connivance go even further? Had Holden been behind his brother’s murder himself?
Julian Desouza’s words came back to him in a haunting whisper. The man is nothing but a snake in the grass, and I would hate to see you get bit.
A hand on his shoulder had him turning from the horrific sight before him, and there was Chloe, placing both hands on the sides of his face.
She looked at him with determined eyes and said, “Together, we can save her. Apart, she will die.”
Looking into those eyes, Kent knew the dream for what it was—a premonition. A warning even. Lulu’s time was running out, and if Kent and Chloe didn’t work together, the snake in their midst would kill Lulu soon.