“Then why are you here? Can’t you get out?”
“I’m afraid I cannot.” He shook his head. “My anger got the best of me, and I cursed those that angered me, but in the event I inadvertently cursed myself as well.”
“Why did you bring me here?”
“I didn’t bring you here. You came here on your own accord.” He neared her and rang a finger down her arm. She shivered from his touch. “So if you wish to blame someone it will have to rest on your own pale slender shoulders.”
“There has to be a way out.”
“Try if you like.” Malvo eyed her from her toe to her head, eagerly gobbling up her beautiful na**d br**sts. “But I assure you it is a waste of time.” Reaching out, he ran his fingers over her flesh, circling her nipple with one tip. “Why don’t we just go into the bedroom and I can f**k you again. I have an insatiable urge to take you from behind.”
Her gaze was fierce, piercing even, but her body language told him a different story. His touch affected her. More than she probably wanted it to. Although her mind may be struggling against him, her body yearned for him with every inch of her flesh. He could smell it on her.
Without a word, she stormed back through the room and out the way she’d come. He let her go. There was no point in going after her. She’d be back in time. Once she discovered that he was right and there was no returning to her realm, she’d come back to him. Then he would take her again. And again and again and again. Until they were both sated. Because he had a sense that she harbored just as many dark fantasies as he did.
Chapter Eight
Kiara retraced her steps down the long corridor and found herself back at where she thought she’d entered through the open doorway in the library. But it wasn’t open now. Nothing was open. And when she pushed on the wall it didn’t move one inch.
Maybe she’d taken a wrong turn.
She went back the way she came and systematically pushed on the wall with each step. By the time she walked up and down the corridor once, and then twice more, her hands were shaking with both anger and trepidation. She was stuck, just as Malvo had informed her.
This was not how she envisioned her visit to Louisiana, to her father’s home. Deep down she knew that the demon from her dreams was somehow calling to her, that he was somehow linked to this house, to her return, but being trapped with him in an alternate realm was not at the top of her list. She came here to claim something for herself. A home, a place, some sense of identity. But instead she’d been claimed, by her dream demon.
No man had ever tried such a thing. Not and walked away in one piece, or of sound mind. She had ways of instilling her will on others. Fear of the unknown was a great equalizer in her world. But now it was her with fear lacing her blood.
She marched back down the corridor with every intention of demanding her release. But the room was empty when she arrived. She moved through it, determination in her step, toward another archway. She stepped into another room, the bedroom. Malvo’s bedroom.
He lounged on the king-sized four-poster bed, a smile on his face and nothing else, as if waiting for her arrival. His smug look told her that he expected her to fall to her knees at the very sight of him.
No man had ever brought her to her knees. Although when he stood and walked toward her, the muscles of his chest and legs bunching and pulling with each stride, his impressive c*ck swinging between his thighs, she found that she very well wanted to drop in front of him and beg him to take her.
She fought the urge with every fiber of her being.
He stood directly in front of her and cocked one eyebrow. “I take it you didn’t find a way out. Either that, or you couldn’t bear to leave me without a goodbye f**k.”
“You did this.”
“Not me, chère. It’s part of the geas on this house.”
“But why me?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe you’ve been a naughty girl and you’re being punished as well.” He breached the distance between them and ran his hand down her arm.
Although his touch felt so incredibly delicious on her skin, she knocked his hand away.
“Come on now, don’t pout, dear girl. There could be worse things than being here with me. We could have a lot of fun together.”
She was too angry, too upset to allow him to get away with this. It had to be something he did, some kind of illusion he was playing on her. She couldn’t accept the fact that she was trapped here in this realm forever.
“I demand that you release me.”
“I told you once already, this is not my doing.”
“I don’t believe you. Your kind are devious. Tricksters.”
“True,” he said, and she could hear a slight change in his voice. Anger seemed to be seeping in. “But not this time, chère. You walked through the door voluntarily. You passed the veil all on your own. Do not blame me.”
“I dreamed of you. You called me here.”
“If I did, I don’t remember.” He wrapped his hand around her wrist. “But since you are here now, let’s dispense with all this drama and get down to what really matters. Sex. I haven’t had a real woman in a long time, so I have a lot of time to make up for.” He tugged her toward the bed.
She resisted. “I’m not going to have sex with you.”
He stared at her as if she’d grown two heads. “You were spreading your legs just fine a half hour ago.”
“The situation has changed.”
“Not in my eyes it hasn’t.” Faster than she could think, Malvo pulled her close and picked her up to swing her over his shoulder. He strode to the bed and tossed her down onto the mattress like she weighed next to nothing.
He loomed over her, his c*ck growing hard. She tried to scramble backwards off the bed, but he was there, grabbing her ankles and holding her still. He yanked her toward him, to the edge of the bed, and smiled in triumph.
Kiara was no man’s conquest. She sat up and slapped him hard across the face. His head swung back but it didn’t knock the grin from his beautiful mouth. The move just seemed to make him even happier. The fact was quite evident in the way his c*ck hardened.
“I see you like to play. You are a woman after my own heart.”
She took that moment to flip over and try and scramble off the bed that way. But the second she did it, she knew it had been a mistake. Hadn’t he just told her earlier that he wanted her from behind? Now, he had her in the perfect position. And he didn’t waste any time taking up that position.
He grabbed the back of her ripped tank top and pulled her back down the mattress until her feet were touching the floor, her body pressed in half over the bed. Growling low in his throat, he kicked her legs apart and settled between them. She could feel the steel hard length of him against her ass cheeks. Despite her actions to get away, the feeling of him pushed against her made her body ache. Moisture pooled between her thighs. The fact that he’d torn the panties off her earlier wasn’t lost on her, as she could feel his c*ck pulse even through the thin cotton of her skirt.
She bit down on her lip to stop from moaning. She didn’t want him to know that she was enjoying this. But she had a feeling that he already knew.
“You like to play rough, I think,” he murmured into her ear before the tip of his tongue traced a path down the back of her neck. “You struggle against me. If you truly wish to get away, I will let you go.” He kissed the back of her neck and made his way over to her shoulder. “I am a demon but I am not evil.”
She sighed at the pleasure soothing her. “I donna wish to get away.”
“Good, because there are many things I wish to do to you and I think you will enjoy them all.”
Gripping the back of her tank top, he ripped the remaining material off her body. Then he trailed his hands down to her waist, and with one yank he rent her skirt in half. He was strong. Stronger than she’d ever imagined. It sent a violent shiver up her spine. Bending over her, he traced that shiver with his lips, kissing his way up her back.
When he reached her neck again, he bit down on her flesh. Not hard, just a light nip, but it sent a rush of pleasure over her body. A little moan escaped her lips. She’d never let any man dominate her like this. But Malvo was impossible to deny. With the way she was feeling, she’d just about let him do anything he wanted to her, and she knew she’d enjoy every single solitary second of it.
His hands moved over her body, sliding under her to cup her br**sts. He kneaded them, pinching and pulling on her aching ni**les. As he caressed them, Kiara writhed on the bed, intentionally nudging her ass against him. He needed no more encouragement. The invitation was quite evident in her actions.
Trailing one hand down her torso, he slid his fingers over her mound and into the slick folds of her pu**y. She ground against his hand, her body throbbing for release, already hot as an inferno.
He swirled his fingers over her and in her, then holding her still, his fingers pressed against her clit, he pulled her up until she was on her knees. She could feel the tip of his c*ck nudging at her opening. Then with one quick thrust of his hips, he was fully sheathed inside her. She had no chance to catch her breath before his fingers were digging into her h*ps and he was pounding inside her.
She held onto the sheets for dear life as he f**ked her hard and fast. The sounds of slapping flesh upon flesh filled the room. She closed her eyes and ground her teeth against the onslaught of hot pleasure pounding into her, over her, and through her. Every inch of her skin was flushed. Sweat trickled down her back and legs. She was burning so hot she thought she’d melt.
Malvo continued to f**k her without remorse. Relentlessly, he thrust in and out fast and hard. Every thrust rippled through her belly and over her body like crushing waves. She couldn’t stop the low mewls and whines coming from her as he pummeled her into submissive ecstasy.
Until finally, blissfully, she came in an explosive flash of heat.
“Oh dear Lord!” she cried out as she buried her face in the sheets.