tormented, raped, and killed.
There were exceptions, what The Aegis called corporate hellspawn, fiends who masqueraded as humans, living among them to gain power and control over her race, but they were supposedly few and far between. And beneath their human skins, they were ugly beasts, with fangs and claws like any other.
“Slayer?” His voice was close, so close that his breath stirred her hair. How had he moved so silently?
Maybe he hadn’t. Things had been happening to her lately . . . loss of strength, hearing, sometimes, even, her sense of taste.
Worse, her libido seemed to have careened out of control, was even now firing up in his close proximity. She stepped away, but his hand came down on her shoulder and spun her around.
“What is your deal?” she snapped.
“Why are you stalling?” Suspicious dark eyes drilled into her. “My brother said your being here could be a trap. Was he right?”
“You’re paranoid.”
He pushed her against the wall, held her there with the weight of his body so she could barely wiggle. “I’m cautious, and not all that patient, so answer the question.”
“I’m not stalling. I’m freaked out. Happy?” She glared up at him. “And do you get off on manhandling women?”
“I get off on handling them. But you don’t get off, do you?”
“Shut up.”
“Do you have a problem with men? What about women?”
At her sudden intake of air, he grinned, the devastating one that made her shiver in pure, feminine appreciation despite what he was. “You’ve been with women?”
She shook her head, but her denial lacked conviction. She’d never gone all the way, but her frustration at being inorgasmic with men had driven her to see if her inability to come while being touched by someone else extended to the other sex. A few humiliating minutes with a bisexual Guardian had proved without a doubt that women just didn’t do it for her.
“Why the interest in my sex life?”
He dipped his head to her throat and inhaled deeply. “Your scent is dark, drugging.”
Oh, God. She wriggled to escape his seductive presence, but he tightened his grip. “You didn’t answer me,” she said with as much force as she could muster. “Why the interest in my sex life?”
Hot breath feathered over the skin of her neck as he spoke, his voice dripping with erotic promise. “Because you are possibly the only female in history who hasn’t achieved orgasm with a Seminus demon.”
“Ah. So your pride is bruised.” And just what was a Seminus demon? She’d thought she knew them all.
“My curiosity is piqued.” He let his hand drift to her flank, where he stroked slowly. His erection, a thick bulge behind his fly, pressed into her belly. She tightened her abs as though to shrink away from it, but the resulting hard flesh on hard flesh only made her more aware of the intimate contact. “Can you bring yourself pleasure? When you touch yourself, do you come?”
Heat flushed her face. “That’s none of your business.”
“That would be a yes.” His fingers slipped behind her until he was probing her cleft through the thin scrub material. “I can picture you pleasuring yourself,” he murmured. “Your legs spread wide, your sex swollen and wet, your fingers coated in your slick arousal. What do you think about when you come, Tayla?”
“Stop,” she choked out.
“Why? Because I make you hot?”
“Because you disgust me, demon.”
He laughed, because he didn’t believe her words any more than she did. Pressure between her legs made her squirm, seeking more of his touch while at the same time trying to escape.
“I wonder what disgusts you more, the fact that I’m a demon, or the fact that when I touch you, it doesn’t matter.”
Growling, she brought her knee up, but he stepped back in time to avoid a shot to the groin. Pain shot through her head once more, spreading like a spiderweb of cracks in glass until she thought her skull would shatter.
The door creaked open.
There were exceptions, what The Aegis called corporate hellspawn, fiends who masqueraded as humans, living among them to gain power and control over her race, but they were supposedly few and far between. And beneath their human skins, they were ugly beasts, with fangs and claws like any other.
“Slayer?” His voice was close, so close that his breath stirred her hair. How had he moved so silently?
Maybe he hadn’t. Things had been happening to her lately . . . loss of strength, hearing, sometimes, even, her sense of taste.
Worse, her libido seemed to have careened out of control, was even now firing up in his close proximity. She stepped away, but his hand came down on her shoulder and spun her around.
“What is your deal?” she snapped.
“Why are you stalling?” Suspicious dark eyes drilled into her. “My brother said your being here could be a trap. Was he right?”
“You’re paranoid.”
He pushed her against the wall, held her there with the weight of his body so she could barely wiggle. “I’m cautious, and not all that patient, so answer the question.”
“I’m not stalling. I’m freaked out. Happy?” She glared up at him. “And do you get off on manhandling women?”
“I get off on handling them. But you don’t get off, do you?”
“Shut up.”
“Do you have a problem with men? What about women?”
At her sudden intake of air, he grinned, the devastating one that made her shiver in pure, feminine appreciation despite what he was. “You’ve been with women?”
She shook her head, but her denial lacked conviction. She’d never gone all the way, but her frustration at being inorgasmic with men had driven her to see if her inability to come while being touched by someone else extended to the other sex. A few humiliating minutes with a bisexual Guardian had proved without a doubt that women just didn’t do it for her.
“Why the interest in my sex life?”
He dipped his head to her throat and inhaled deeply. “Your scent is dark, drugging.”
Oh, God. She wriggled to escape his seductive presence, but he tightened his grip. “You didn’t answer me,” she said with as much force as she could muster. “Why the interest in my sex life?”
Hot breath feathered over the skin of her neck as he spoke, his voice dripping with erotic promise. “Because you are possibly the only female in history who hasn’t achieved orgasm with a Seminus demon.”
“Ah. So your pride is bruised.” And just what was a Seminus demon? She’d thought she knew them all.
“My curiosity is piqued.” He let his hand drift to her flank, where he stroked slowly. His erection, a thick bulge behind his fly, pressed into her belly. She tightened her abs as though to shrink away from it, but the resulting hard flesh on hard flesh only made her more aware of the intimate contact. “Can you bring yourself pleasure? When you touch yourself, do you come?”
Heat flushed her face. “That’s none of your business.”
“That would be a yes.” His fingers slipped behind her until he was probing her cleft through the thin scrub material. “I can picture you pleasuring yourself,” he murmured. “Your legs spread wide, your sex swollen and wet, your fingers coated in your slick arousal. What do you think about when you come, Tayla?”
“Stop,” she choked out.
“Why? Because I make you hot?”
“Because you disgust me, demon.”
He laughed, because he didn’t believe her words any more than she did. Pressure between her legs made her squirm, seeking more of his touch while at the same time trying to escape.
“I wonder what disgusts you more, the fact that I’m a demon, or the fact that when I touch you, it doesn’t matter.”
Growling, she brought her knee up, but he stepped back in time to avoid a shot to the groin. Pain shot through her head once more, spreading like a spiderweb of cracks in glass until she thought her skull would shatter.
The door creaked open.
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