For the first time in her life, she felt unsure of herself and apprehensive. Although she’d just only hours ago wished for him to be real, flutters of uncertainty filled her stomach. Her heart hammered as if in her throat and she lifted a hand to soothe it. “I came through the sliding wall in the library.”
He moved closer to her. “Obviously, but what are you doing in my house?”
“Your house?”
He nodded.
“I thought this house belonged to Jean-Paul Durant.”
He frowned. “That fool thought he owned this place, but he was very wrong.”
Kiara took a step forward. “That fool was my father.”
Arching an eyebrow, the dark man grinned. “Was he now? Interesting.” His gaze searched her form, from her bare feet to the top of her head. “Very interesting.”
Kiara felt the heated intention of his stare. Flutters of desire bloomed deep inside her belly. Her thighs clenched at the possibilities.
“You have the mark.” He gestured to her eye.
“Aye.” She lifted her chin to show him that she was not ashamed of her deformity.
“You are proud of your difference.” It was a statement, but Kiara heard the curiosity in the words.
“I am. My people revere me for it.”
“Your people.” He smiled again and it made her knees week. “The gypsies from Ireland.”
“How did ya…?”
He gestured toward her mouth. “Your accent. It’s very distinctive.”
“Have ya been to Ireland, then?”
“I have been everywhere.”
“But now ya live here?”
His face darkened at that. “In a manner, yes.” He stopped moving toward her, and gestured toward a table in the corner. “Are you hungry?”
Magically, two plates heaped with food and two full wine glasses appeared on the table. The smell hit Kiara’s nose and her stomach clenched, reminding her she hadn’t eaten in a while.
She nodded and followed her nose to the table. She sat without preamble, picked up her fork and dug in. She had no qualms about not waiting for him to sit next to her. This wasn’t a dinner date.
Watching her intensely, he sat and picked up his wine glass to take a sip. “You’re very earthy.”
Pausing mid-chew, she peered at him. “Are ya saying I have no manners?”
“Of course not. I’m saying you’re not meek or timid.”
“Why would I be?”
“Don’t you know who I am? What I am?”
She nodded, her head high. “Aye, I know.”
“And you are not afraid?”
She met his gaze, boldly. “No.”
He grinned again and set his wine glass down on the table. “Good. I don’t want a timid woman in my bed.”
She nearly choked on the food in her mouth. “Excuse me?”
“Well, that’s what you came here for, isn’t it? For me to f**k you.”
She dropped the fork this time and gaped at him.
“Don’t feign innocence. I watched you earlier, when you were masturbating. I saw the look of lust and longing in your eyes. You came to the library looking for me, did you not?”
She wanted to deny it, tell him in no uncertain terms did she want him to f**k her. But she couldn’t deny it. She did want him. Oh, Lord, did she ever. Her panties were already sodden just thinking about him, smelling his delicious scent.
“I’ve dreamed of ya several times,” she finally confessed. “But I n’er thought ya were truly real.”
“I’m as real as the throb between your thighs, mon chère.”
The moment he mentioned what was going on between her legs, everything intensified. Her pu**y throbbed harder, fiercer. She squirmed in her chair against the onslaught of fiery need swirling deep inside. She bit down on her lip to stop a moan from bursting out.
By the lusty look in his eye, he must’ve noticed every little change. Could he hear her heart pounding? Could he smell her desire? Could he taste it in the air? He licked his lips as if in answer to her silent question.
“Who are ya?” she asked.
“I am Malvo, one of the great dukes of the underworld.”
“Why would I dream of ya?”
He arched one eyebrow as if pondering the question. “I don’t know. But I’m glad you have. I’ve gone too long without a real woman’s affections.” He gestured toward her plate. “Are you quite through with your dinner?”
It was an odd question, but she nodded.
“Good.” Faster then she could see, he swept his arm over the table, sending everything crashing to the floor. He stood and pulled her to her feet. “Because you’re the dessert.”
Chapter Six
His energy crackled around her body. She could feel it biting into her skin, clawing at her flesh, trying desperately to gain entrance. Despite the quivers of fear sneaking over her, Kiara moaned. She could feel droplets of lust dribbling down her thighs. She knew the scent of her lust must’ve been heavy in the air, musky and cloying.
He leaned down to her, sniffing along her neck. “I can smell you. Your cunt weeps for me.”
She set a hand onto his chest to keep him back. It was happening too soon, she wasn’t fully prepared for him. She wasn’t quite sure this was what she truly wanted.
Malvo stepped into her hand, pushing against it. He grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm behind her back, pushing her into the table. “Do you want me to f**k you?”
Kiara was having a hard time thinking. All she could see was Malvo, his eyes dark and dangerous, his mouth twisted into a cunning smile. There was no mistaking his desire for her. His iron-hard erection pressed painfully against her leg as he ground into her.
“Aye,” she murmured.
“I couldn’t hear you.” He spoke against her mouth, his lips hovering only a whisper away.
“Yes,” she said more clearly.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want ya to f**k me.”
“Say it again.”
“I want ya to f**k me.”
“Again,” he demanded, grinding himself hard against her.
“I want ya to f**k me!” she screamed.
“Why I thought you’d never ask.” Malvo brought his hand up to the neckline of her tank top and yanked it downward, ripping the material and exposing her bare br**sts. He growled low in his throat as he moved his hand over them, pinching and pulling on one pebbled nipple then the other.
Kiara gasped and writhed in his arms as he bent his head and lathed his tongue over her flesh. Her ni**les were already hard and tight, aching for his touch, but the second he lavished attention on them, they grew even harder and tighter, painfully so. He sucked one into his mouth, and then rolled it between his teeth. He moved over to the other and did the same, except this time he bit down and Kiara cried out, nearly losing her mind.
Releasing his hold on her arm and her breast, he pushed her back onto the table. He grabbed the hem of her skirt and shoved it up to her waist. He looked down at her, as if memorizing every inch of her flesh. Without a word, he slipped his fingers underneath the band of her panties and yanked them off, snapping the thin elastic band. With a growl, he tossed the torn panties over his shoulder and leered down at her. She followed his gaze and saw a thin, red angry mark bisected her hipbone where he had snapped off her panties. He traced his finger along the line.
Kiara hissed through her teeth as he pressed on it. A little spark of pain rushed through her, but it soon transformed into pleasure when he traced a line down to her aching pu**y. He twirled his finger in the little patch of hair on her mound, and then drew it lower still, separating her lips with just the tip.
Moaning, she writhed on the tabletop as he stroked her slowly with his fingers. He slid two fingers up and down her sodden cleft, feeling every inch of her sex. Then he slipped those same fingers into her, pumping them in and out, at first lazily then with fierce determination.
“Mmm, so silky. So hot. So wet,” he said, then pulling his fingers out he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean.
Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head at the ecstasy of him licking her come. She didn’t know how it was possible, but the ache in her pu**y intensified. It was almost painful. She writhed and squirmed, trying her damnedest not to beg him to satisfy her.
As if sensing her overpowering need, Malvo grabbed her legs and bent them, pushing them up and apart so her pu**y was splayed wide and open. When he gazed down at her she nearly mewled in response. It was as if he was devouring her with his eyes first. But finally, gloriously, he went to his knees and buried his face in her. He licked her slit from anus to clit, then back down again. He did it repeatedly until small whimpers escaped her lips. She was powerless to stop them.
In the throes of ecstasy, Kiara massaged her br**sts, pulling her ni**les taut, anything to match the intensity of what he was doing to her down there. He lapped at her cunt, swirling his tongue over her swollen clit. Her muscles pulled tight in her legs and belly. She could feel the powerful orgasm building deep inside. The demon was extremely talented with just his tongue. She could feel him probe deep into her, sucking on her juices. If he sucked on her cl*t like that, she knew she would explode into a thousand glorious pieces.
She grabbed onto his head, pulling and pushing him at the same time. She needed release, but wasn’t sure she wouldn’t go mad if she did. She was losing her breath and her mind while teetering so dangerously on the edge. What if she plummeted over and never came back?
Malvo stood up, pushing her hand away. He gazed down at her, his eyes completely black. “Beg me.” He grinned, his lips slick with her lust. He licked them with just the tip of his tongue. “Beg me to make you come.”
Kiara groaned as his words inflamed her more. His control over her was delicious torture. She’d never allowed a man to dominate her before. But for Malvo, for this being, she would submit a thousand times over.
“Please,” she panted.
“Tell me what I should do to you. Tell me what you want.”