Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
I placed my hand next to the garter under my dress.
His gaze went there. “And for the second rule, you are not to use those damn needles on anyone in this club.”
“Then, we’re going to some sort of demon club?”
“It’s more like a den of demons, but it will look like a club.” A long, crimson leather trench coat appeared and formed around his arms. The polished material looked smooth. Gold thread was used for the seams.
“If I’m not to use my needles, then no demons better bother me.”
“Which is why you’re going as my sex slave.”
I frowned. “I don’t know about your idea.”
“You must trust me.” The coat wavered around him. He chose to wear no shirt under it, making him into a dangerous, sexy image of muscle and leather. “By the way, I thought I earned your trust today.”
“What made you think that?”
“All those moans.”
I blushed. My pointed ears tingled. “I. . .enjoyed today’s sex—”
“And every position?”
“Yes, but—”
“You loved my cock too?”
“Yes.”
“The length? The girth? The way I slammed it into your wet pussy and made those moist walls vibrate and that clit pulsate with lust—”
“Yes, Azar.” I glared. “However, orgasms don’t mean I’m going to simply walk into a large space of demons with you, connected by a chain and not be a little bit worried.”
“I’m letting you take your needles with you.”
“You don’t have a say in if I do or don’t take my needles.”
He smirked. “Hmm.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“You look nervous and annoyed. It makes me want to fuck you so badly.”
I swallowed.
Fast, he blurred to me.
Shocked, I stepped back.
He inhaled the air. “You were so wet, so slick today.”
I cleared my throat. “Can we get back to my nervousness about—”
“I loved the way I could feel your juices running down my shaft, coating me in your heat. Your pussy was like a vice, gripping me tightly as I pounded you harder and harder. I loved the way you felt, so tight, hot, and wet. I could feel your orgasm building, see it in your eyes. Taste it all around me.”
“Taste. . .it. . .”
“Your orgasms are delicious.”
“We should talk about—”
“And each time you came, I was right there with you, my cock pulsing and spilling deep into your warm pussy.”
“Umm.” I cleared my throat. “W-what sort of information will this Ferkos give us?”
“He will know the Boto Brothers’ exact location as well as how many other demons and creatures are with them.” Azar’s eyes glowed with heat. “They like to travel in hoards. It keeps them extremely protected.”
“And how do I know this isn’t a trap of some sort? How do I know that you’re not delivering me into a den of demons to be devoured?”
His expression of lust shifted to anger. “Because only I can devour you.”
“I don’t know if I should take that as a compliment or a warning.”
A devilish smile spread across his face. “You should take it as both.”
“Okay. So. . .we will go into this den and then get the information.”
“Although he is an incubus demon like me, Ferkos is a more complicated creature. We’ll need to deal with some of his tricks first. Perhaps, even compromise with him somehow.”
“What would he want?”
“Do you know that I could have impregnated you today?”
My mouth dropped open at the not so subtle change of subject.
“I can switch my fertility on and off.”
“Azar, you’re not to ever—”
“I’ve had it switched off for decades.”
“Good.” I swallowed and walked off, needing to put space between us. “Don’t switch it on with me.”
“But. . .”
I stopped and looked over my shoulder. “But what?”
“You make me want to reconsider and switch it back on. You’re such an interesting creature. I believe our children would be strong and amazing.”
“Azar, my only focus is getting Jade back—”
“Which we will.” Determination seared through his eyes. “Do not doubt me on that.”
I sighed. “And do not switch your fertility-whatever-button on. That is not an option between us.”
He smirked. “Hmmm.”
I headed into the living room thoroughly annoyed.
A minute later, I called a taxi.
It arrived quickly.
We left our suite, rode the elevator down to the lobby, and stepped outside. The bright full moon hovered in the glittering starlit sky. A cool breeze hit me.
I shivered.
We climbed into the taxi, Azar gave the driver the address.
The driver sped us off.
In that moment, I realized that I’d never told Azar where we were in Brazil the whole time he’d been awake. I leaned back in the chair and whispered to him, “How did you know we were in Rio de Janeiro?”
“The smell.”
“But, this is your first time leaving the hotel.”
“Do you need to be outside to smell a city?” No sarcasm covered his face. He looked to be absolutely serious with his question.
“Azar, I can’t smell a city and know where I am. I would need to see sign names or—”