Meet the Characters:
Demon, the man that trounced through hell and made it back. Weary, he was ready to give up the fight. But when a spunky woman crosses his path, suddenly, his life has purpose. When Sofia is left for dead, Demon saves her and he knows he can’t let her go. Do or die, he’ll fight for her to the end.
Sofia knows Demon is not a one-woman kind of man, but she can’t resist him and is soon swallowed whole and consumed by him. Even though she can’t trust him. Even though he breaks her heart. Yet after a vicious attack he refuses to leave her bedside, and she resigns herself to the fact that she’ll always have feelings for him.
Demon needs to get out of his own way to find happiness, but can he tell Sofia all that he is and has done? More importantly, can she accept him?
Feel the Passion:
My thought is to make Demon take notice as soon as he walks through the door. Deciding not to wrestle with zippers, I settle for sexy lingerie. With my olive complexion, I ordered a crimson bra and panty set. All lace, the bra with an easy clip that fastens in the front, and matching bikini bottoms barely covering my ass. And a trench coat.
I’ve watched movie scenes where the gorgeous girl shows up at her man’s office in nothing but a trench coat. I would never have the nerve to do that in an office building, but in my home, waiting for Demon, I feel sexy. The pièce de résistance are the three-inch high-heeled red patent leather stilettos that make my legs look even longer. If this doesn’t break Demon’s resistance, then I’ll be at a complete loss as to what to try next.
As I’m slipping on my gift from Vi, I hear the lock turn on the door and soft murmurs. Demon is probably relieving Cris of his role of bodyguard for the night. I pull the coat shut and tie the belt, take one last look in the mirror, and strut out to my man.
Demon is looking around the room, quick to notice the candles, but his eyes are glued to me as I swagger toward him, stopping just a few feet away.
“Fia…” He says my name in a low gruff tone. I don’t give him the opportunity to say anything more and undo the belt, letting the coat slide to the floor. I walk those last couple of feet, slide my hands up his chest, and wrap them around his neck. I press my body close, making sure he feels me, all of me, pressed tight to his body. His arms come around my waist.
I allow my lips to hover near his. “I’ve missed my Lucien. Are you going to kiss me?” I tempt him, running the tip of my tongue over my lower lip. His hand slides up my back and holds my head steady while a ragged breath leaves his throat, and his lips close over mine. A tantalizing dance of our tongues ignites the embers that have been sizzling for the last few weeks and turns them into a raging fire.
Suddenly, Demon jerks his lips away. “We have to be careful,” he says, breathing heavily.
“Okay,” I pant as I pull his head back to me, kissing him again.
His hands cup my cheeks as he puts space between us. “Fia, slow,” he repeats.
“I don’t want slow,” I insist. I’m so frustrated, I could scream.
“Baby, give a man a break. I’m trying to do right by you. I want nothing more than to throw you over my shoulder, carry you to bed, and fuck you hard,” he says as his lips move against mine.
“I’m good with that,” I plead, nodding fervently.
“You’re still delicate. And I can see that I’ve been neglecting my manly duties and want to make that right, but we do this soft and slow.” He proceeds to kiss me so deeply that I swoon in his arms. This time when he pulls back, he moves his lips to my ear. “On the bed, Fia. Leave the shoes on. Go.” He turns me about, tapping my ass. I rush my steps, looking over my shoulder, and see the lust in my man’s eyes. I smile to myself as I hurry out of the room with a little skip in my step.
Leaves you wanting more:
I relish the warm water streaming over me. The scent of my shampoo breathes normalcy back into this last week of hell. Vi’s quick to help, and as much as I’m an independent person, taking a bath would have been near impossible on my own. Although, I’m not sure Vi was the right choice for the job, because she began cursing like a sailor when she saw the extent of the bruises covering my body. I think the boot mark to my back was what set her off. She waits patiently as I finish and helps me shrug on a robe. She brushes my hair and smiles into the mirror.
“You have amazing hair,” she says as she strokes the brush through my waves.
“Dad says I have Mom’s hair and eyes,” I reply with a frown, disappointed that he hasn’t come to see me since I left the hospital this morning. “I’m surprised he’s not here.”
“He was with Guard earlier. I have a feeling he’s sitting out there with all the rest of the men, feasting on wings, pizza, and beer. And I just have to say, if they didn’t leave me any wings, I’m going to kick all their asses,” Vi teases, her broad smile inducing a giggle.
“I hope they ate your wings. I would love to see you kick their asses.”
Vi throws her head back in a full-on laugh. It’s so contagious that I’m laughing too, until it hurts. I grip my side and take a couple of deep breaths. Vi’s reaction is feral. She goes through the bedroom door, and I can hear her yelling into the living room.
“You find that motherfucker and make him feel the pain he laid on Sofia. If you won’t, I will,” she shouts, stunning the room into complete silence.
“Pretty girl,” I hear Orion call out, then I hear a muffled cry. Vi’s crying for me.
“It’s not right,” she sobs. I hear her sniffle a little before saying, “I need help wrapping her ribs.”
“I got this, Vi.” I think that’s Saint. He was a medic and is opening a clinic in town. I know this because I’m the one reviewing the lease agreement and setting up the business license. I pull myself together and scoot off the stool, then make my way into the bedroom, where I find Saint and Demon waiting for me.
“Give us a minute,” Demon says. As soon as he leaves the room, Demon helps me put on panties and leggings. He stops at every vicious black, blue, and purple mark on my body, kissing each one. He does the same as he draws an oversized tee over my head, covering me fully. The tenderness fills me up, brings a warmth into my belly.
He calls Saint back in, and with quick precision, Saint wraps me while Demon holds my T-shirt up in place. “Is this too tight?” Saint asks.
“No, I don’t think so,” I mumble.
“Sit with it for a bit. If it gets uncomfortable, let me know, and I’ll loosen it a little. Not much, though. I want those ribs to heal right,” Saint tells me.
“Thank you for this. And for being here,” I say. His eyes meet mine, and a grin crosses his handsome face. He’s beautiful. Not as beautiful as my Demon, though that crooked grin and devilish look I’m sure must cause many women to flock to him. He’s got to be over six feet, with short-clipped hair and a strong jaw and exceptional blue eyes that laugh when he laughs.
“Now, sugar, don’t go making Demon jealous. The bastard would lose his mind,” he teases and gives me a playful wink.
“Out,” Demon demands, and holds the door open.
“Told ya.” Saint laughs as he walks through it. As soon as the door clicks shut, Demon wraps an arm around my waist, gently tugging me closer to him.
“Do you want to just stay in here and rest?” he asks while his hand spans my waist. Having our bodies touch lures me further into his arms.
“I’ll be fine.” I rest a hand on his chest.
“Your dad’s out there. Warning, baby, he’s still really raw. He and Guard have been trying to figure a way out of this revenge attack. The waiting is not sitting well with him.” Demon caresses my cheek. “I’m doing my best not to track Gregoriov down myself and kill him. He did this to you. He brought you into a fight you had no part in.”
I lift up on my tiptoes and touch my lips to his. He responds in a hushed tone by saying, “I’m even more pissed that I can’t kiss you the way I want.”
“You can kiss me.” I want him to kiss me. I always want him to kiss me. So, he does, soft, slow, and sweet.
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