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“What’s that?” My eyes followed him closely as he went to the other bag, which appeared to be from a department store, though I’d never heard of the place.

He handed it to me, and I opened it up to see a very nice black dress, which was similar to the one I’d had on the night before, but more expensive. It was made of nicer material, and the cut was more flattering.

“I figured, since the other one got torn—and blood stained—you could use another one.” He shrugged, looking all cute and innocent. “There’s not much open this early on a Tuesday, but you’ll look pretty in anything. And this isn’t much of a date, so—”

I didn’t let him finish. Instead, I stood, grabbing him around his muscular biceps and pulling him to me, pressing a kiss to his lips.

Daemon was caught off guard for a moment, but he soon recovered and kissed me back, his tongue plunging deep within my mouth as his hands came around my ass, lifting me off the floor.

He dropped me onto the bed. We brushed the bags and whatever else was left on the unmade bed aside and began to make short work of our clothes. I’d been sleeping in the dress I’d changed into the night before, a simple cotton thing Drake had picked up at the big box store, so I didn’t even care when Daemon accidentally ripped it, though it was ironic he’d been shopping to get me an untorn dress only to return to rip this one. We both chuckled, but when his hands grazed the lacy area of my bra, nothing was funny anymore.

He removed my bra easily, tossed it across the room, and took a nipple between his lips. He lapped and sucked at my hardened peak as I squirmed with pleasure beneath him. The length of his massive cock rubbed on my thigh. I wanted him inside of me so badly, it was all I could do to keep from bucking him off just to finish stripping so I could bury him deep within me.

“You’re impatient today,” Daemon noted, looking up at me with those warm brown eyes as he continued to suck on my breast. “You want it fast and hard, baby?”

“I want it however you want to give it to me.” My tone was on the verge of begging, but I didn’t even care. The ache between my legs had me practically quivering with excitement.

I should’ve known better than to let him know how desperate I was because he always seemed to prolong things when I wanted him so badly. Perhaps he just wanted me to take charge. I considered attempting to flip him onto his back and mounting him, but I didn’t want to hurt his shoulder. The bandages were clean right now, and they needed to stay that way.

“Please, Daemon,” I whimpered, sliding my hands around to grip the back of his waistband and tugging down on his boxers. Only our underwear prevented him from slipping right inside of me. “Take me now.”

He raised his head and looked down at me, as if assessing how badly I needed him. I already knew I looked pathetic without even trying. A crooked grin came across his handsome face, and I assumed he’d continue the torture.

Instead, he stood, took hold of my panties, and tore them away from my body before slipping out of his boxers and pulling me toward him. He lifted one of my legs, keeping it up in the air as he pressed deep inside me.

It was a hard, fast, sloppy fuck, but it felt unbelievably good. Daemon continued to pile drive into me while I did my best to brace myself on the bed, which sounded like it might collapse beneath us at any moment. I figured enough hookers had gotten it rough in this bed it had to be in better shape than it sounded like, so I dug my nails in and held on for dear life.

With every thrust of his hips, Daemon sent me closer to the edge. The determined look on his face was incredibly sexy, especially when little beads of sweat formed on his brow. My head tipped back, my mouth wide open as I moaned and sucked in air.

He began to circle my clit with his thumb, and that was it for me. I lost it, loudly. The neighbors began to pound on the walls, but I didn’t care. I continued to scream and pant and writhe on that bed until Daemon joined me, filling me with his warm essence.

When we were done, I expected him to say let’s get up, take a shower, and get on the road. But he didn’t. Instead, he pulled me over to him, holding me close, and kissed me softly on the cheek several times before meeting my lips. “Did I hurt you?” he whispered.

Shaking my head, I assured him I was fine. “That was fun. Did you hurt yourself?” I inspected his bandages for any new blood.

“No, I think I’m healed up pretty nicely now, thank you.” He ran a hand through his sweaty hair. “Do you think there’s any point in attempting to take a shower here, or should we just head on to the rental?”

The idea of sitting in the van with come sliding down my leg the entire ride was both gross and a little sexy. “I think I’m good to go,” I told him.

Daemon smiled at me and then bent down and kissed me again. “You’re so beautiful, baby. When we get to Boston, I wanna fuck you again.”

“Sounds good to me.” I reached up and ran my hand through the back of his hair, pulling him down to meet my lips. We spent another few minutes just making out, and when I felt his dick twitch against my leg, I thought we just might go for round two. But then he pulled away from me and announced that we needed to go.

I had no idea what the plan was when we got to Boston, but I knew he’d fill me in. He was good at that. Pun intended.

CHAPTER18

DAEMON

The rental I’d found online wasn’t bad. Small, without a view of anything, tucked out of the way, it was exactly what we needed to make our base in Boston obscure and out of the faces of the assholes who were looking for us.

We got settled in the two-bedroom, one-bath house I’d paid for under an assumed name, and then I cracked open a beer I’d bought at a gas station while Elisa sipped on some water. On the couch, she asked me pointedly, “What’s the plan?”

“Well, we need to start cracking heads to see how to get your brothers. We’re gonna need at least one of them in our possession to get to your father.” I shrugged, oversimplifying it, but that was the current situation. I needed their help, and the only way they were going to give it to me was under duress—with a lot of pain involved.

Elisa’s eyes widened as she took me in. I had no idea what was going through her pretty head. Was she admiring my tenacity or about to laugh in my face? And why did I care?

Clearing her throat, she pulled the new phone I’d bought her out of her pocket. We’d managed to get her contacts uploaded through a hack I’d learned from my hacker, and I’d made sure her phone wasn’t traceable. “I don’t think we need to crack any heads yet. Let me try something first. Do you trust me?”

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