Page 21 of Demons in My Bed
Thiswasnotgoingto plan. I mean, it kind of was—my aim was to get close to them, after all—but not quite the way I’d envisioned during all the time I’d spent planning this mission. We weren’t trained to fuck our targets as a way to succeed, though it was definitely part of the training we’d gone over. Sex got things done. One of my mentors, Laurie, was one of the best I’d ever seen with her ability to use her sex appeal to get what she wanted. Asrael was a victim of hers, and I wasn’t even positive he realized it.
So, I’d known I was likely going to have to use my body to win them over, but I hadn’t anticipated their level of depravity. Or the fact that they’d made me wetter and hornier than I’d ever felt before. Not only had I fucked them, I’d enjoyed it. The evidence of that was still between my legs, and I could feel the slickness with each step I took as I ran away from them.
Sex to me wasn’t a huge deal. I wanted to get fucked, I got fucked. It was when things took on a more emotional angle that I tended to get weirded out. Emotions could be used against me, and I had no interest in the dangers that brought.
Six months. That was a good time frame. I would need to discuss that with Asrael, of course, but I could accomplish a lot in six months from the inside of their organization, though I’d be damned if I agreed to some kind of demonic deal before thinking over every angle. I didn’t see Asrael having an issue with the time frame, especially since the estimated end date for this assignment was still to be decided.
Plus, seeing all five of them shifted in their true forms had scattered my brain worse than tossing birdseed in the air during a hurricane, and I needed some time to flush out what the hell they were up to.
They were dangerous, no matter what—I’d known that going in. I’d seen some pictures of demons before from Montague’s CCTV. My employer was a multibillion dollar company that had the highest tech out there and held nothing back when it came to the pursuit of dangerous supernaturals.
Seeing the men who had just been fucking, licking, and fingering me shift into these… creatures? It was like throwing a glass of ice water all over my sexed-up body. A slap from that cruel bitch, reality. Knowing and seeing really were two different animals, and I was livid with myself for letting myself get so off track.
I hadn’t wanted to show them my fighting skills yet, so I did the only thing I could do—I fucking bolted. Talon had been looking like he was about to do something horrible to me, and I wasn’t about to stick around and find out what.
A howl pierced the air. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I cursed softly, darting around a corner. If I could reach the actual wall, then I could find a door or something to get out of here. Reaching the end of the path I was on, I turned left and had to stifle a whoop of excitement. An elevator was straight ahead. Sprinting with everything I had, I reached the doors in seconds. There was only one button so I pushed it repeatedly, bouncing on the balls of my feet. “Come on, hurry up.”
I reached for my bag on autopilot, frowning when I remembered I didn’t have it. I’d left it back at the start of the maze. The sad excuse of my corset barely wrapped around my naked upper body and my ass was bare as the day I was born. Awesome.
Suddenly, the hair on the back of my neck lifted. Someone was watching me, and the fucking elevator was taking a century to get here. Should I run? Fight? The decision was made for me when a big arm wrapped around my waist, lifting me off the ground. Misha reached out with his free hand, pressing it to a scanner that was completely hidden from view until touched, right above the damn button.
“Put me down!” I squirmed and snapped my head back, trying to get his face. Fucker didn’t even react. I was nothing more than a pesky gnat to this grizzly bear.
The doors opened, and he walked in, holding me snugly against his body. He put his palm on another hidden scanner and the doors closed, sealing us in. He released me, and I spun around, shoving him with both arms as hard as I could. All that did was piss me off more because he moved exactly zero inches.
He lifted a dark brow and stared down at me. I’d never seen a man his height before—he had to be pushing seven feet.Where does he even buy clothes to fit?I opened my mouth to tell him off, but just then, a ding sounded and the doors slid open. Glancing at him, I waited half a beat before tearing out of the elevator, only to skid to a stop almost immediately.
We were in an apartment. A huge, gorgeous apartment. Sleek, black leather furniture filled the sitting room where I was standing. A massive TV took over one wall, the others covered in more artwork than I’d ever seen in the span of my entire life. In one room. Canvases of all different sizes decorated the walls in varying styles, though now was not the time to take a closer look.
A kitchen was to my right, matching the modern style. It looked as though it was never used. How people lived in such clean and uncluttered homes was always mystifying to me, because no matter how hard I tried to keep my living space organized, it never seemed to work. I fought the urge to dash into the kitchen and upend some flour and sugar all over the place, just to be petty.
Misha walked past me, unaware of my devilish thoughts, and made his way to a spiral staircase. It had obviously been made extra wide to accommodate the extra wide male now going upstairs. Clearly, he wasn’t even worried about me trying to escape. The elevator would be the obvious way out, if it weren’t for the damn hand scanner, but there had to be an emergency stairwell somewhere. I’d have to play it cool and see if I could find it. I didn’t like not knowing my exits—that’s how you ended up dead.
The footsteps had stopped, so I dared a look and found the big demon standing halfway up the stairs, staring down at me. “What? You think I’m going to follow you around like a puppy? Get fucked, big man.”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he simply began descending the stairs at a slow pace. Slow enough that I was second-guessing getting mouthy with him, but I held my ground. Misha stopped right in front of me, and in a flash, I was dangling over his shoulder for the second time tonight.
“You can’t just carry me around whenever you want!” I screeched, pounding my fists against his back as he climbed the stairs. We walked down a long hallway until we reached a set of double doors. I was well and truly livid by the time he tossed me down on a big bed. “If you think we’re fucking, you have another thing coming, asshole!”
He snorted and turned, heading to an open door on the other side of the huge room and disappearing through it. I scanned the room quickly, taking in the setup. The walls were painted matte black and there were knives everywhere, the dark background making the metal look even sharper. So this was his bedroom then.
The furniture was beautiful, dark-stained wood that I wouldn’t have been surprised if it was handmade. This bed certainly had been custom-made. It had to be ten feet long and ten feet wide.
The sound of water running came from where he’d vanished. The fuck? He’d just left me here unsupervised to go take a shower? Slipping off the bed, I stormed over to give him a piece of my mind. “You have a lot of nerve, you know that? Disappearing to take a— Oh.”
A very naked Misha was kneeling over a massive tub, adding bath salts to the water. As I got closer, I could see there were already bubbles swirling around. It smelled heavenly, like lilac and fresh cotton.
“I didn’t take you for a bubble bath kind of man,” I murmured.
“You have no idea what kind of man I am,” he replied, and I felt my mouth open in shock.
“I guess not. I didn’t think you talked.”
He shrugged. “I talk when I have something to say.”
I loved his accent. It was Russian, which raised more questions in my mind, but I’d have to wait for another time to start digging into personal history.
When the water was to his liking, Misha rose from his knee and walked over to a large closet, retrieving two towels and a couple of washcloths. Did he think I was going to get in there with him? I watched warily as he set a towel and washcloth on a small table beside the tub, keeping hold of the others as he turned to face me. He opened his mouth, then paused, before closing it again. With a curt nod, he walked past me, hanging his towel on a hook next to the huge shower.
