Page 76 of A Deal in Darkness
“He doesn’t like to wait.”
I sink into my seat and stare at the warehouse that’s been converted into a perfect bachelor pad. Its clean exterior hides the dark inside it, and its perfect lines impose a sense of propriety its owner lacks. The loft cost a fortune and its owner wants you to know he’s rich enough not to care how many millions that was.
“Miss?” The driver lowers the divide. “I’ll be in trouble if you’re much longer.”
“What kind of trouble?”
His tan complexion pales to sickly green. “You don’t want to know. Best avoid his wrath, Miss.”
The driver twitches, and he’s getting nervous.
“What kind of demon are you?” I ask.
“A fucking terrifying one, princess. Now get your ass inside before I haul it in for you and explain to the boss what happened.”
I pout as the driver’s eyes turn scarlet. It’s a massive fucking hint and I take it, grabbing my bag as I open the door and march away. I’m still annoyed enough to race across the courtyard and Enzo lowers his newspaper, glaring at me and demanding an explanation.
“Your driver didn’t appreciate me taking a few minutes to compose myself.”
He smirks. “Good man. He knows I don’t like delays.”
Enzo tips his head towards a small box left on the coffee table. It’s another gift and I’ve had enough to know it contains underwear.
“Don’t I have enough?”
I pick it up and head upstairs as his laughter echoes around the open-plan living space. The chandeliers chime as they move to its sound and my soul sways, shifting to the wicked sound reverberating through the world. My fingers shake as I go to open the box and I decide to delay, taking a shower that turns me into a prune. I fix my hair and makeup, and eventually I’ve no choice but to face whatever the hell Enzo has in store for me.
It’s barely anything.
Black straps, a few gold buckles and rings, and the tiniest covering for my breasts and clit. It’s scandalous. Sexy as hell. Almost certainly kinky, whatever that is when you’re a demon.
It’s a nightmare to get into.
My feet attempt to go through all the wrong holes and my arms won’t go through the right ones. The fabric that crosses my stomach catches on my breasts and they barely fit in the scanty fabric covering.
This is designed to show everything and hide nothing.
I hate it.
I kind of like it.
My ass looks good in it too.
And that’s the point. It’s what’s happening tonight, whether I’m ready for it or not. Whether I’m willing or not. Because my stupid mouth ran off with me while I was chasing an orgasm.
“Baby?” He calls and I bite my lip, taking one last glance at my reflection. “I don’t like to be kept…” He stares up at me as I emerge on the landing. “Fuck. Me. Adi.”
“Blonde with tits to die for, right?”
He gulps his whisky down and places the glass down with far too much force for a man who’s composed. Enzo stalks towards me and the flecks in his eyes spark danger and desire into the room. His breathing is ragged and his core clenched, holding himself back from whatever urges are running through me.
“My pretty fuck toy wants to play with fire?”
He runs his fingernail down my arm and my nipples harden, rubbing against the almost not there lingerie.
I shriek and he twirls me around, running those nails over my ass.
“Spectacular.”
