Page 57 of Demon's Angel

“I’ll get on the bed. It will be easier.”

Sure. My eyes widen as she does, but instead of lying on the edge, she eases into the middle of the king-size mattress, her head on the pillow. There’s no way I can reach her, unless…

Instead of asking her to move closer, I climb on, too. The easiest way to do this is to straddle her.

She reaches her hands back and pushes at the elastic of her sleep shorts, moving them down, unintentionally now giving me a view of the curve of her upper ass cheeks, revealing her crack.Jeez.For a second I’m unable to move, or to breathe.Fuck me, but she’s perfect.Some men like tits, for me it’s a nice rounded ass. My cock starts to thicken and lengthen, my jeans far too tight and constricting.

If she was one of the club women I’d think she was coming on to me. But this is Violet, Nathan’s sister. She’s doing this artlessly, just as she’d do if her real brother was here.

But I’m fucked. She has my name written on her back, the words telling me she’s mine.

She fucking belongs to me.

Chapter Nineteen

Violet

What do I have to do, D? Strip off naked and have a neon sign flashing over my head?

I’d known the place was going to be short on beds for everyone, so many extra men were here, so I wasn’t surprised when Demon had asked to share. My brain had immediately gone back to the conversation with the women earlier, about making D see me as a woman, not as a little girl. Well, I’m not quite sure how to approach it, but I’ll give it my best shot.

His hesitation, his obvious reluctance to look at my tattoo, suggests he’s maybe not so immune to me as he pretends. That’s something to work on. I’ve positioned myself so he’s no choice but to get close to me, and I wriggle as enticingly as I can. Using his hesitation to be even more brazen, I then hook my fingers into the waistband of my shorts for the second time.

“Can you see all the tat, D?” I push them down another inch. “Is that enough?”

“No. Yes! Stop, Vi. I can see it.” His voice sounds strangled. But at last he starts dabbing the washcloth and cleaning the tat. “Right, that’s done. You can pull your shorts up now, Vi.”

“It needs to dry, doesn’t it? And what about the lotion?”

“What?” he croaks.

“You might as well rub the lotion in while you’re there. You can see what you’re doing better than I can.”

I feel the bed dipping, then hear sounds of water running in the bathroom as he washes his hands and dries them. Then he’s back, and for the first time ever, I feel Demon’s hands caressing my naked skin. Sure, it’s sore over the new tat, but his fingers stray outside the boundaries, moving across the top of my ass. It’s almost as if he can’t quite control them.

Yes!

I was already turned on by the thought of spending the night with him. Now my stomach clenches and a groan comes out of my mouth.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t, D, but my muscles are so tense. Give me a massage while you’re there, will you?”

There’s a sharp intake of air, then his hands start to rub and circle around my shoulder blades, further down my back, then back up again. As I murmur and press my head into the pillow, my body’s reaction showing my appreciation, his hands sweep around the edges of my rib cage, inadvertently touching the outsides of my breasts. I arch my back upwards.

“Vi,” he says, warningly, and lifts his hands. I hear something plastic tearing, then feel a slight pressure as he applies the new dressing. “Vi,” he repeats my name, in a voice that again sounds slightly tortured. “It’s done now. You can cover yourself again.”

Wondering whether I can summon up plans B, C and D now plan A hasn’t worked, I sit up and turn to face him. As he rests back on his haunches, he tries to turn away when my eyes trace his body.

“Vi,” he says again, this time warningly, when he sees where my gaze has landed. “I’m a man,” he says, and shrugs dismissively.

“Pretty certain my brother wouldn’t have had a hard on for me.”

“Fuck, Vi. I’m sorry, okay? Last thing you fuckin’ need is a man’s desire in your face.”

I go to my knees and shuffle closer to him. “Not sure you understand my needs, D.”

“What? Vi, stop.”

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