Page 9 of The Demons We Hide

“Oh.” I should be mad. Hell, I should want to scratch his eyes out, but weed is … it’s just weed. And Idofeel more relaxed even though I haven’t had an orgasm.

Lex loosens his grip on my wrists, and instead of punching him for the deception, I reach up and lock my fingers into the dark locks of his hair. Yanking his head back, I arch up and set my teeth against the front of his throat. His whole body jerks as I bite down.Hard.

Against my core, Lex’s cock bobs, pressing closer as if the damn thing has a mind of its own and it wants to fuck inside me while I’ve got my teeth sunk into his flesh. His low masculine groan echoes off the walls. It only serves to heighten my desire. My breasts feel sore and my pussy is practically weeping at its emptiness.

Edging issonot my thing.

Releasing him, I let my head fall back to the bed and then wait. Lex doesn’t move for a moment, his head bent back, the evidence of my mark—twin rings of red teeth marks—obvious on his skin. I lick my lips, tasting blood.

When Lex lowers his head and his eyes meet mine, my heart kicks up a notch. Dark pools of liquid ash swirl dangerously. “You are so damn perfect, Jules,” he murmurs.

I frown and my mouth opens to ask him what he means. Before I can, though, one of his palms finds my thigh and pushes it upward. The next follows the same path. “And you’re even better than I imagined,” he murmurs.

I blink.Lex imagined having sex with me?

No sooner has that thought entered my head than his hips shift lower and then the head of his cock is pressed against my opening. He squeezes the fleshy head just inside my opening, and my fingers curl against my palms as I wait for him to slide deeper. When he doesn’t, I shift against the mattress and wiggle my hips lower. Lex merely smiles at me.

“Lex…” I moan. Surely, he’s not this cruel, is he?

At my plea, he moves a little deeper, but not much. Maybe an inch or so. I pant, my chest rising and falling between us. His eyes lock onto my peaked nipples. White teeth flash as he bites down on his lower lip. Seeing the sudden change in his attention, I press myself upward, arching until my nipples scrape against his pecs.

“Fuck me, Lex. Make me scream.” Those liquid-fire eyes of his flash to mine. I don’t manage a full breath before he’s slamming into me. His cock thrusts right in to the hilt, thick, long and stretching me wide to take all of him.

A scream echoes from my throat. “Fuck!” The word explodes from my lips and my head snaps back against the pillows as my stomach automatically cramps. I’m far too full, stretched tight, and my throat closes up as my hands reach for him.

Digging my nails into his shoulders, I glance down between our bodies to where we’re joined. Lex releases a slow hissing breath and my eyes widen when he pulls himself out until only the head of his cock—sheathed in a condom and glistening with my own arousal—is hidden from view. My eyes jerk back to his as he drives into me for a second time.

A scream is ripped from my throat. Both of my thighs are pushed higher as his hands lock beneath my knees. He groans, the sound a vibrating baritone. The deeply erotic sound brands itself into me as he fucks me. Over and over again, thrusting into my cunt until the world blurs around me.

I’m gasping for air, holding on to him for dear life and so focused on the riot of sensations crawling through my body that it takes me a moment to realize he’s speaking. His voice is low and deep and slides over my ears like more of that drugged chocolate. Smoothing over my overstimulated senses with a calm that I desperately need. Then, I actually hear the words.

“Does that feel good?” he asks, but before I can answer him, he thrusts into me and the words are lost. “Yeah, it does, doesn’t it? God, you’re so tight. So perfect. You fit my cock like a glove—just like you were meant to take my cock.”

I bite down on my lower lip as a whimper threatens to escape. On either side of my head, his arms flex as he withdraws, his own eyes locked on where he enters me. “Greedy little thing,” he murmurs, almost absently. Each breath I take is met with one of his as he bends his head closer. “Fuck, you grip me so hard, baby.”

The whimper doesn’t even give me a warning before it bursts free, and my lips part on a long exhaling moan as he drives back into me. I never thought I could come from just penetration alone, but I haven’t even touched my clit and I’m ready to go off like a rocket. I squirm beneath him as the sensations become too much.

“Ah. Ah. Ah.” The chastising tone he gives me is more amused than condescending. “No, baby. I’m not done with you yet.” Lex reaches down and grips my hips, pinning me in one place as he fucks into me even harder. “You don’t get to move until I say you can. You’re going to lie here and take my cock like a good little girl, and when I let you come…” my lips part at that and he grins. “You’re going to soak my fucking sheets and cock.”

“Awfully… full… of yourself… aren’t you?” The panting, gasping sound of my own voice as I reply doesn’t make me sound the least bit unaffected. My legs are drawn up over his thighs, spread wide so that he can watch each time he sinks inside. His cock is so thick and long that I swear my organs are going to be bruised by the time he’s done—but oh, worth it.

He grins and, fuck, but I hate how beautiful it makes him. Lex walks around like an emo nightmare with the chains and black clothes and dark looks, but when he’s on top of me, fucking my brains out, he becomes almost… human. A statue warmed by my touch. Any woman would get turned on thinking they’re special. I have to remember that it’s all just an act. He—like his friends—just wants to control me.

“You’refull ofme, aren’t you?” he shoots back. And he’s right. I’m so full of him, I swear if he comes now, I’m going to taste him on the back of my tongue. My body jerks as he hits a place deep inside me that almost sets me off.

His eyes narrow on my face. “Are you going to come for me, Jules?” Lex’s softly spoken question somehow penetrates the haze that surrounds me. “Are you going to do what I want and soak me?”

I nod quickly. Oh, I know I should be more circumspect. I should make him work for it, but damn it, he’s good at this. Far better than I ever anticipated. Bran was a football player—so are the Scorpion Kings. Where Bran was a boy masquerading as a man, though, letting mommy and daddy take care of everything and not even knowing the bare essentials on how to clean his own room or heat up leftovers… they’re different.

They’ve been on their own for far longer than I have and they haven’t faltered. They’ve thrived.

The Scorpion Kings are dangerous.

They are monsters wearing masks of civility.

They are… going to regret ever fucking with me, I remind myself as I shift my own hips lower and crane my neck back as Lex’s groin comes up against my own as his cock buries itself balls deep.

I grit my teeth and reach for him as I feel the bubble of my orgasm throb. My hands slide further back, grasping on to his neck. I’m practically folded in half as his hips snap against my asscheeks with each thrust. He fills me up, spreading me open and giving me no room to move unless it’s against him.

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