Corrupt Cravings (35 page)

“Yes.”

“Yes, what? Say my name, Marcella. I want you to clarify exactly who it is that’s making you feel this way.”

“Yes, Jason.” She squirmed as he began to thrust his finger into her ass gently. Shifting on the bed, he brought up his other hand to her pussy, easing in two fingers.

“Now you can come, Marcella.” He pushed deep to both of her entrances, and she screamed as her body went into spasms. Withdrawing from her ass, he pounded her pussy with everything he had. When her breathing turned heavy, he pulled the binds off of her arms and legs.

“Good girl. Now we’re going to make love. Are you ready to feel my cock inside of you?”

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please, Jason.”

He smiled. “Very good.”

Chapter 14

Nemmy paced his small living room, not able to fight off the paranoia that something about his meeting with Marcella hadn’t gone as smoothly as he’d originally thought. It had been two days since he’d last seen her, and he was already going crazy. Stopping himself before he could run his fingers though his hair once again, he clenched his fists instead.

“I don’t see why you’re so anxious, Nemmy. Maybe she didn’t spend more time with you because you’re still a stranger to her. Did you ever think of that?”

He turned to look at Caspius, who was lounging on the sofa. “Yes. That did cross my mind. But if I was such a stranger, why was she openly interested? I mean, you saw how close she kept getting.” Pausing, he remembered the way her skin smelled when he’d leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Do you have any idea how hard it was not to take her in my arms? She used to not mind in the past.”

“Yeah, but that’s as far as you ever got. And if I remember correctly, you didn’t kiss her all that often.”

Nemmy shook his head, irritated. “Of course I didn’t. Kissing was bad enough. She wasn’t my wife.”

“Either way, you committed a sin, Nememiah. You might as well have gone all the way. You had to repent, regardless.”

Frustrated, he gave in, running his fingers through his hair. “It should never have been this way! Fucking Samael. I hate that guy. You have no idea the temptation I’ve gone through. The dark side keeps trying to pull me down with promises of revenge and bloodshed against that bastard. I want to hurt him so bad for what he’s done to Marcella. She’s capable of such good, and to see her surrounded by all that evil makes my blood boil.”

“Nemmy, you’re missing the whole picture. Yes, she’s capable of good, but she comes from the devil himself. She’ll never be on one side. It’s impossible. She refuses to submit to complete darkness, but she’s full of sin. Look at her men. Do you think their only job is to protect her? That’s not what I heard.” Caspius looked away. Nemmy felt anger course through his blood, but his friend continued. “Anyway, face it. The best she’ll ever be is what she was before. Neutral.”

“I refuse to believe any of that! One, Marcella just wouldn’t have sex with that many men. Two, she is capable of becoming a superior angel. I felt her goodness.” Walking to the fridge, Nemmy pulled out another soda and popped the top open. As he came back into the living room, the walls felt like they were closing in. Fuck. He needed to be doing something.

“You’re only going to get yourself in deeper. This plan you have, I’m all for it, but you have to understand there’s a time when you have to step back and look at the big picture.” Caspius sat up. “Marcella is not going to come with us, Nemmy. She’s just not. I guarantee that if you made her choose to either stay a collector or turn into an angel, she’d choose the collector in a heartbeat.”

“You don’t know that.”

Pink eyes narrowed in his direction. “I think I do. Nemmy, it didn’t work in the past. In my opinion, it’s not going to work now, either.”

“There’s only one way to find out. I’m going back to the fortress.”

“But she said she was going out of town. She hasn’t called to let you know she’s returned.”

Pulling the phone out of his pocket, Nemmy traced his fingers down the thin length. No. She hadn’t called. But she said she’d be gone for weeks, so he hadn’t expected anything so soon, although, he had hoped to hear something. Even if it was just to talk.

“If no one is there, maybe we can take a look around and see what we find. It couldn’t hurt. Plus, we’re not really breaking any rules.”

Caspius’s bright white teeth flashed. “It does sound fun. Let’s go.”

Adjusting the gun at the back of his jeans, Nemmy waited for his friend to slide on his shoes. It wasn’t seconds later that they were ready. It was time to take a look around and see who Marcella really was. Maybe he could find something that would help prove her goodness. Damn, he really hoped so.

* * * *

Dominic followed Samael through the thick brush aligning Luis’s land. For the last two days, they’d done nothing but scope out the area. In his opinion, they could have gotten this over with the first day, but Samael seemed to think they needed to cover every angle. Ridiculous, really. If it weren’t for the people in the neighboring area, Dominic would have just blown this place to pieces and said to hell with all the bullshit. One. Two. Piece of fucking cake. But hiding the truth from the humans was priority. Damn, that really sucked.

Samael stopped and turned toward where the foliage was the thickest, right against Luis’s border. A smile came to his lips as he faced Dominic. That expression on any other person would have told him happiness dwelled within. For his master, it was nothing but an indication that Samael was up to no good.

“Would you say that if you weren’t mated to Marcella, you would still love her?”

Confused yet suspicious, Dominic narrowed his eyes. “I have no doubt. Why?”

“Just wondering. I guess you could say I’ve been contemplating whether or not what you have with our queen is genuine on your part.”

Dominic felt himself slip into demon mode. God, he hated this guy sometimes. “You doubt my love for her? You, of all people? Samael, I don’t think you’re the best judge of interpreting someone’s feelings.

“You’re probably right, but if you truly loved her, I would think that you wouldn’t want to share her.”

“Oh, like you?” Dominic noticed him stiffen almost immediately. “Don’t even pretend with me. I know you. You’ve admitted to loving her. Hell, she was able to take your soul. But I’m not stupid enough to believe you love her as a friend. I’ve studied people for far too long to be fooled by the way you act around her.”

“You aren’t as smart as you think.” Samael’s voice was way too smooth to pick up any kind of emotion. “Dominic, some day you’re going to remember everything. When you do, you’re not going to look at me or even yourself the same. Just prepare. I’m not sure your love is strong enough to keep Marcella after you learn the entire truth.”

“These hints are getting old. I think you’re just trying to fuck with my head, which wouldn’t surprise me.”

“Maybe. Maybe not.” Samael let the smile fall from his face while he started to walk again.

Dominic had enough of this. Two days and he was glad he didn’t have to spend more time with his master. The guy drove him absolutely insane with frustration. “So when are we going to do this? I’d like to go back to that piece of shit you created with something to tell everyone.”

“That piece of shit you’re referring to is what I’d like to call an acceptable house. Just because it’s not replicated to look like something you’d see off of
MTV Cribs
doesn’t mean it’s not worth staying in.” Samael shook his head. “You have so much to learn, Dominic. Just because you have the ability to create the best of everything doesn’t mean you have to be surrounded by it. You’ve been away from home for far too long.”

Tingling raced up Dominic’s spine. Hell, home? Never. “You’re right. I was out of line. I’m just anxious to get back to Marcella. I miss her.”

“She has Jason. You have nothing to worry about. He’ll take good care of her. The collector always has been the one for her, you know?”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? Fuck, you’re a prick. I think you thrive on making me feel worse.”

“Of course I do. I’m from the darkness, Dominic. If you would have truly come from where I do, you’d be, too.”

Dominic walked faster to catch up. “Samael, when I arrived in hell did you become my master to watch over me for Marcy?”

Samael stopped and turned toward him. The look of hatred only lasted for a moment, but Dominic didn’t miss the truth. And the thing was, he didn’t know how to take the way it made him feel.

“The first time I saw you I…knew I couldn’t let you out of my sight. So, yes, I’ve been watching over you.”

“We were never friends in the past, were we?”

There was that smile again, the one that said Samael was capable of things Dominic couldn’t even dream of, and none of them were good. “No, we were never friends. At least, not like you mean. We were civil to each other, but nothing more. Now, Donavon, he and I were friends.”

Shit. He hadn’t seen that coming. “Why my brother and not me?”

Samael laughed. “Because Donavon never gave a shit what anyone had to say except Marcella. I liked that about him. Plus, he didn’t think he was better than everyone else like you did. Your title got to your head. Let’s hope it doesn’t happen again. Of course, with this shit about the house, maybe it already has.”

“You think I’m arrogant?”

“No, I know you are, and shallow, conceited, and you’re way too overconfident. You see, you might be able to control demons, but some things are just out of your league.”

Dominic couldn’t speak past all of the things Samael had accused him of. He wasn’t all of those things, maybe borderline at times, but not enough for him to pass judgment. Hell, fine, his feelings were hurt, and he didn’t like it one bit.

“Cheer up, you can still change. There’s always time. Now let’s go back to the house and announce the news to the others.”

“What news?” Dominic didn’t even want to look at the dark angel. If he saw that smile one more time, he’d probably try to personally wipe it from Samael’s face, and he wasn’t that stupid. The last thing he wanted was a one-way ticket back to hell.

“Their numbers aren’t going to decrease anytime soon. Luis seems adamant about finding Donavon. We’re looking at around one hundred wolves we’re going to have to fight against.
This
is going to be fun. Now, let’s head back to the house.”

* * * *

Samael didn’t wait for Dominic. He vanished and reappeared in what was considered his bedroom in the house they took over. It wasn’t far from Luis’s. For Dom to even say the nice two-story home was a dump had really gotten his blood pumping.

In the past, to say the demon was cocky was an understatement. He’d never understood why Marcella had chosen Dominic until recently. The guy had a good side, a caring side, but between the mansion he lived in before Marcella came along, and the car he was still driving, Samael wasn’t about to let him slip back into his old personality. Hell no.

What he’d done was a low blow, and he hated seeing Dominic upset. Samael did kind of like the new him, but sometimes just throwing out the facts had fabulous results. Time would tell if what he said had any effect on the demon’s behavior. For Marcella’s sake, he really hoped it did.

Heading for the downstairs living room, he noticed upon arriving that the only ones awake were Ambrose and Donavon. Taking a seat on the couch, he watched as Dominic quickly appeared, walking right to the kitchen.

“What’d you find out?” Donavon’s expression was calm.

“We fight tonight. I don’t think the other wolves are going anywhere anytime soon. We’re looking at roughly one hundred, maybe one-twenty. Too many people are coming and going. It’s hard to tell.”