Page 38 of Demon’s Temptation

Instead of reacting, of biting back, she relaxed into him and gave him the truth, “I’m not sure I could now, even if I wanted to.”

“Thank fuck. I don’t think I could take finding you like that a second time.” He leaned in and kissed the side of her neck.

She sighed.

“Why don’t you rest now?” he said.

Boneless and emotionally wrung out, she was helpless to do anything else. They needed to talk, but with him stroking and kissing her hair, soothing his hands over her skin, she couldn’t muster the energy.

He didn’t say anything more either, just kept playing with her hair, and her lids grew heavy.

Finally, she gave in to it.

When she woke next, she was on the couch alone and had no idea how much time had passed.

She pulled herself into a sitting position and looked around his office. He’d left. Shoving the blanket off her shoulders, she walked on trembling legs to her clothes on the floor and quickly dressed.

After tugging on her boots, she walked out into the now empty club. Brent was behind the bar at the register, cashing up.

He glanced up. “You’re awake.”

She took him in, trying to gauge his mood. Did he regret what had happened? “Looks that way.”

His dark gaze moved over her from head to toe, the muscle in his jaw jumping. He still wanted her, there was no mistaking it, but he was waiting for her to take the lead. She was still struggling to get her head around that.

She started toward the door. That muscle in his jaw jumped again and his throat worked. “I’ll see you tonight, then?” he said, hunger making his voice rough and sexy.

“You will, since I’m rostered on.” Trying not to wobble in her heels because her legs were still shaky from the orgasms he’d given her, she kept walking, but before she went out she stopped and turned back to him. “And Brent?”

His gaze that hadn’t left her lifted to her face. “Yes?”

“As soon as my shift finishes tomorrow, I want you to go up to your apartment, strip off your clothes, and wait for me on your knees at the foot of your bed. I want to find you, head bowed, facing the door, thighs spread.”

The need he fired at her after those words had her soaking her panties all over again.

“You want me to…”

“You heard what I said. And make sure you get some rest. You’ll need it.”

Okay, it wasn’t exactly hearts and flowers between them, but that wasn’t the kind of girl she was anyway. She wanted Brent, and he was finally offering her a piece of him.

She’d be damned if she wouldn’t take it.

His lips quirked up on one side. He was smirking. “Yes, Mistress,” he said, a teasing note to his voice.

Chaya dipped her chin, spun on her heels, and strode out.

Once she’d punished him for that smirk, they were both going to get a reward.

Chapter 11

Brent sat behind his desk while images of Chaya with her thighs spread, leaning back on his couch, offering her pussy to him, flooded his mind. Jesus, she had tasted like heaven. He could still feel her ass in his hands, still taste her juices on his tongue.

She’d been magnificent. He’d come so damn hard he thought he might die from the pleasure of it. And then he’d instantly felt shame for the way he’d begged her to hurt him. The twisted feeling of longing and guilt that he struggled with every time he came, something that had somehow become a part of him.

Christ, he didn’t want Garrett in his head anymore. Chaya hadn’t seen it, had she? No, he was sure he’d hidden it because she hadn’t looked at him like he was fucked up. She’d given him exactly what he needed and then ordered him to service her.

A shiver of pleasure moved through him. Christ, that one perfect moment when he’d first gotten a glimpse of the dominant Chaya had kept buried, when she ordered him to call her mistress. Fuck.