Page 15 of Taken to the Deadlands

“I didn’t want to come here,” I admitted, though I didn’t know why. “I still want to go home. Even if it’s the shittiest place I’ve ever lived.”

Maybe I thought it would force her to take pity on me. Or go easy on me, so to speak.

She surprised me by squeezing my hand lightly.

“I’ll take you home after you help me.”

Hope burst in my chest. I searched her face for any indication that she might be lying, but there was none.

That’s it? So, what, we fuck, and I get to go home?

The idea of fucking a demon shouldn’t turn me on as much as it did, but still, a low heat filled my belly, and my heart rate picked up.

It could happen any second now. It hadto happen any second now. We were in the perfect place for it. I mean, there was even a bed.

Though I’d be lying if I said that the thought of her pushing me against the wall to ravish me wasn’t appealing.

“That easy?” I asked, my voice rising.

She gave me a stuff nod. “That easy.”

I stood up. She was so close, our chests were brushing against each other.

With shaky hands, I pushed off the straps of my slip dress. When I let it fall to the floor, her nostrils flared.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice deepening. The veins were back, and she bared her teeth at me. Red played at the sides of her eyes, but didn’t overtake them fully.

I should recoil, but instead, I slowly wrapped my arms around her shoulders.

“What you paid for,” I answered. “You had a human before, so you know how to handle me, right?”

“This is?—“

I leaned close enough for our lips to touch. I wanted to kiss her. Even if she had teeth as sharp as knives.

“Be careful,” I whispered. “Or your expensive toy will break.”

Without another word, I pressed my lips against hers. For a few awkward moments, she just stood there, frozen against me, but then her clawed hands gripped my waist.

Then, as if something switched inside her, she began kissing me back. Forcing her tongue between my lips and exploring my mouth in a way that gave me no time to react.

I whined and pushed myself against her, but it wasn’t enough.

Her hands cupped my ass before trailing to my thighs and lifting me before I wrapped my legs around her waist, shamelessly grinding against her in search of friction.

She pushed us to the bed, her hand coming up to grasp my throat. When she pulled away, my breath caught. She looked just like she did in the auction house. Red eyes. Face overtaken by those veins.

But there was a hunger that hadn’t been there before. One that made her look like she wanted to devour me… in adifferentway.

“You smell like you want me,” she growled, her eyes trailing down my body. Her hands pushed open my legs, exposing me to her.

I couldn’t stop the shiver.

“And if I do?”

Her eyes shot to mine.

“Is this the payment you require?” she asked. I raised a brow at her and opened my mouth to speak, but her clawed fingers coming to rub my clit caused all thoughts to disappear from my mind.

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