Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
“Ahh!” I gasp, struggling to process how intensely good it feels, but he quickly overloads my brain with an onslaught of pleasure, far too much to comprehend. As his wicked tongue teases my clit, my legs go weak, and I fumble in the dark for something to support me.
The demon lifts me and turns, setting me on a table before pushing my thighs apart and diving back into my hot, wet center. The things his tongue does to me are otherworldly. As he sucks and licks and even nips, his fingers rake over my inner thighs, teasing, pushing, lightly pinching.
My hands dig into his hair, needing to grab onto something, because I’m about to be consumed by the flames of pleasure. When the demon’s finger presses into my pussy just as his tongue dances frantically over my clit, I cry out, cutting into the silence with my desperate release.
The fire that had been growing suddenly explodes, and I’m overcome, covered in flames, engulfed in the inferno, burning into a nothingness that is everything.
My entire body throbs, white heat flashing behind my eyelids, electricity shooting to the tips of my fingers and down to my toes.
When I start to return to the real world, I’m aware of my moans filling the empty room. The demon is still licking, and I’m riding the aftershocks, little blazes flaring in pulsating rhythms.
I want more from him. If he can do this with his tongue, I want to know what he can do with his cock. I tug at his shoulder, and he slowly pulls his mouth from me, but not before laying a kiss just above my center that absolutely wrecks me.
What is it with these Club Red men? How do they know just how to make me feel so good?
This amazing stranger kisses a path back up my body, over my bare breasts, across my collarbone, and to my neck, sounds coming from low in his throat as he heats my skin.
“You taste so good,” he murmurs. “Just like I’d always imagined.”
CHAPTER TEN
Immediately, something doesn’t seem right, but I’m in such a sex-hungry haze, that it takes several more seconds before I replay his words. “Just like I’d always imagined” isn’t what someone would say who’d just spotted me across a crowded room less than twenty minutes ago.
“What—”
My question is cut off as the door to the room opens without warning. As I scramble to my feet while pulling the front of my dress closed, I take in the fact that it’s the vampire who’s coming in—followed by the skeleton and the mad scientist—and I do a double take.
What the—?
The three of them file into the room, and after closing the door, one of them flips on the light switch, making me squint.
“Thought you’d steal her away all to yourself, Damien?” the vampire accuses. He has my witch’s hat clutched in his hand.
“What’re you doing in here? You followed us?” I ask, incredulous, but then his words register. He didn’t say demon, he said Damien.
I spin to face the man who brought me in here, whose horns now lie on the floor beside him. In this harsh lighting, the angles of his face aren’t quite as disguised by his Halloween makeup.
I step backward, bump into the table, and quickly step to the side, putting distance between myself and him. “Damien?”
My housemate stares back at me, a complicated mix of emotions playing on his face. If I didn’t know him so well, I might not be able to read any of them, but I clearly see pride, defiance, and regret fighting for dominance, all backed with a dose of lingering lust, which is not something I’ve seen in his eyes before.
“Damien? You said ‘just like you’d always imagined…’” My words trail off as the implications sink in.
I just made out with Damien. Damien just tasted me and had his fingers inside me.
Damien has been imagining this.
“You knew who I was,” I accuse. There’s nothing deceptive about my costume. My face is plainly visible.
He nods, lust darkening his eyes, beating out his other emotions.
“What are you doing here? Why did you—?” I don’t know how to verbalize all of my conflicted thoughts. I just made out with Damien. Damien knew it was me, and he wanted it.
“We just wanted to make some extra money,” one of the other three men says.
Are they still in here? I’d nearly forgotten all about them, but there they are, the men I’ve danced with—and more—tonight, all except the caveman, if he even counts. I give them a quick glance, eager to get back to confronting Damien, but the light has changed their faces, too. And the scientist has taken off his goofy goggles.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
It’s them. It’s all of them. “Oh my god,” I say, backing up toward the far wall. “I’m such an idiot.”