Page 43 of Taken to the Deadlands

The only warning I had was her crashing into the wall somewhere behind me.

It caused my heart to lodge in my throat and for a thrill to shoot up my spine. I knew it was dangerous to provoke her… but that didn’t stop the excitement from filling me.

She had better self-control than the other demons, so maybe when she caught me?—

A hard body hit my back, causing us both to tumble to the ground.

I let out a pained groan as her body weight pushed me into the ground. The carpet rubbed against my cheek and the exposed skin of my legs.

Her breath was hot against the back of my neck as the tip of her nose ran along the edge of my throat.

“I could have killed you,” she growled, then hooked her hands under me and forced me to turn around to face her.

“Maybe you should,” I countered.

Her eyes fell to my disheveled robe. Somewhere between my running for my life and our tussle, the tie had come loose and left most of my chest open to her. When her eyes trailed even further, we both realized how far up it had ridden, baring my pussy to her, the light panties she had stored for me doing nothing to conceal my need for her.

She let out another growl, and my cunt clenched and wetness pooled between my legs.

“I’m sorry I lied to you,” I forced out. It was the last thing I wanted to talk about in that moment, but there was a small chance I would be able to get her attention like this again.

“Do you know how much money I spent on you?” she asked, her eyes trailing up my body to land on my erect nipple. With a delicate clawed hand, she pushed the robe fully out of the way.

“I said I’m sorry?—”

“Will sorry bring back the money?” she continued, her voice hard. “Will sorry finish the job I brought you here to do?”

Her words caused my chest to ache.

“But I thought you wanted me to stay,” I whispered. “I wanted to talk to you about it because maybe that’s something I want too?—”

Her mouth crashing against mine cut me off. Her tongue invaded my mouth, giving me no time to think. All I could do was respond, so I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her as close as she would allow.

Her hands gripped the robe, forcing it fully open while she trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my throat. I arched into her and grabbed her horns, pushing up so she would take a nipple into her mouth.

I moaned when she did and let my legs fall open for her, and she instantly took advantage of it, placing a hand between them, rubbing my damp underwear.

Her tongue circled one nipple before moving to the other one. She let her teeth graze against the sensitive flesh, and it pulled an embarrassingly loud whine from me.

A ripping sound filled the hallway, and cold air hit my aching pussy, but I couldn’t find myself to care. Not when her fingers massaged my cunt, nor when she dipped two fingers inside me.

“Please,please,” I begged, but if I was being truthful, I had no idea what I was begging for.

I unabashedly ground against her hand and used her horns to direct her to where I wanted her. She pumped her fingers in and out of me with little concern for hurting me. Something so different from what I was used to from her.

And I love it.

I loved the way her heel hit my clit with each powerful thrust. Loved the way she twisted and circled her fingers inside me.

And best of all, I loved when her teeth grazed every single part of my skin. It would only take one wrong move for her sharp teeth to nick me, but neither of us seemed to care in that moment. I was chasing my orgasm, and she was nothing but a very willing tool to help me get there.

I pushed her head down and hooked a leg over her shoulder. She followed my command, and in seconds her lips were circling my clit while her fingers still worked me.

“Harder,” I commanded, tugging on her horns.

My breath was knocked out of me as her hand slammed into me. Delicious heat swirled in my belly.

“Yes,Aris. Just like that.”

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