The Billionaire's Demon (4 page)

Will he finally make love to me?
Her heart lurched
. Do I want him to?

From behind her, he pulled her ass roughly, almost violently, against him. “Do you know what you really want here, Melody? Why did you come into my club?” His soft breath tickled her neck as the air clogged in her lungs. Want and need curled in her belly as Drake lifted her skirt, exposing her bare bottom to his vision.

“It's nice seeing your ass this pretty shade of pink from my hand. Did you enjoy it?” She tried to nod her head. “No, Melody. Tell me. I always want to hear you say it.” His fingers dug into her hips holding her still, commanding her to do as told.

“Yes, Sir, I loved what you did to me.” She could still feel the fire simmering on her ass from the many blows his hand had delivered. And the memory of the incredible orgasm he'd given her would linger for a very long time.

“Mmmm. You remembered the proper way to address me. I am pleased, my little sub.” He released his hold on her. “I can't wait to see how you respond to what's next. Take off your clothes.”

His abrupt request made her go still. “Drake, I don't think this is such a good idea.” Her mind warred with her desire for so much more. She'd wanted this from him for so long, but things were different now. If he orgasmed while with her, she might take his soul whether she wanted to or not. That had been the plan. Now she wasn't so sure that's what she wanted. “I've made a mistake.” She had to leave and get back to her primary goals. She didn't need Harold dragging her ass back to Hell to answer as to why she was fucking around on his time.

“It's too late to run, Melody.” His dark commanding tone resonated through her, sending a chill down her spine. A thick finger swiped between the folds of her soaked sex and across the hard little bud of her clit before moving back up her belly. She cried out and arched into him. “You're so fucking wet and ready for me, baby. You need this as much as I do.”

Without releasing her, she heard the soft tick of his zipper being released. A sharp intake of breath fell from her lips when his hot, hard length bounced off her bare bottom. She couldn't resist him.

He pushed her down onto the bed belly first, and with no time for her to protest, he covered her body, wedging his thick cock tightly between her bare buttocks. His heat seared her as she squirmed and moved underneath him. She was losing control. She gasped when his swollen tip probed against her virgin back entrance, secret desire flashing through her.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass, baby?”

She couldn't breathe. Fear and lust curled tighter in her belly. No words would form, so she shook her head.

“I'll have to take you there when you're ready. It's like nothing you've ever known.” Holding her tight against the bed with one hand, he shifted and swiped his fingers through her wet pussy.

With his fingers lubricated from her juices, he rubbed them through the crease of her ass, finding the tight unused hole he sought. Her body arched with a feeble attempt to stop him. He knew better.

“Hold still, Melody. Don't fight it.” He pressed forward, his finger sliding past the tight ring of muscle.

She stilled, her breathing loud and choppy. Her increased arousal was music to his ears.

“That's it, baby, relax. Feel the pleasure.” Her body gripped his finger so tight he imagined her ass would strangle his cock. She would have to be prepared before he could take her there without hurting her. He slid a second finger in to join the first. Her body again stiffened at the invasion. “Easy, Melody. Breathe.” Her automatic response may have been to tense up, but her increasing moans signaled intense pleasure.

With her sex swollen and slick and her cream running onto her thighs, he ached to lap at her with his tongue and taste the sweet core of her essence. His mouth watered.

Drake eased his fingers in and out of her ass until her moans grew loud, and she moved against his hand encouraging him to go faster. “That's right, baby. I knew you were a natural. You're loving this.” Her body shuddered and quaked at his words; she was getting close to climax, and he wanted to feel that on his tongue.

He slipped his fingers from her ass. “No,” she gasped, her breath shallow and panting. “Please, Drake, please.”

“I love the begging, but remember who's in control. Can you trust a little in that?”

“Yes, Sir.” The sheets muffled her response, but he heard her.

“Don't worry, Melody. I'm not going to leave you like that. Not for too long anyway.” He couldn't resist tormenting her a little. He flipped her on her back. “Spread your legs for me.”

She quickly complied, spreading her creamy delicate thighs as her eyes sparked with the same dark lust he was certain filled his own. He pressed his hands against each of her limbs.

“Farther,” he demanded.

She stretched and he pushed until her glistening pussy was open and available to him.

He snuggled down between her legs, inhaling her scent deep in his lungs. His cock burned with the need to fuck her. To pound into her until they both collapsed from the pleasure and exhaustion of hard, satisfying sex. But not yet. Right now, her swollen sex called to him.

Drake lowered his head and tightened his grip on her thighs, locking her into place.

“You're going to come, Melody, but not until I say so. No matter how much you want to. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Her ragged response tore at his resolve and further tightened his cock to a painful need.

His tongue swiped along her pussy from one end to the other in a single dragging motion.

“Mmm.” Her flavor, sweet like honey with a hint of spice, exploded on his tongue, and his shredding control snapped.

He ate at her like a man starved for centuries, her sweet juice the only thing that could satisfy him. With every touch and swipe of her clit, her body bucked and tried to get loose from the impossible grip he held on her thighs.

More. More.

He couldn't get enough of her. Her moans grew louder as her orgasm became imminent. He licked and nibbled, savoring every bit of her.

“Oh God. Drake. Oh yes. Oh please.” Her cries and pleas seared his heart as the woman writhing beneath him tore at his hair, frantic to come. Unable to deny her any longer, he grasped her clit with his teeth, applying just enough pressure to send her over the edge.

“Come for me, Melody,” he growled.

She screamed and writhed and came apart under the onslaught. Her release flooded his mouth as he savored her unique taste and energy.

Never before had a woman gotten to him like this. Except…except his Melanie. When he'd attempted to take her the first time, his heart had cracked. Her taste had slain him and he'd never forgotten. It was sweet and spicy just like…

Holy Fuck!

Drake sprang off the bed like a bat out of hell. No, not possible. No way. But the proof was there on his tongue as he tried to deny it. The woman lying on his bed writhing and moaning, trying to recover from her orgasm was Melanie.

“Melanie?” Her body froze and her eyes popped open to stare at the ceiling. “Melanie, is that you?” She pulled her legs together and sat up. Tears welled at the edge of her sooty lashes. After a long pause, she looked at him.

“Oh sweet Devil, it is you.” He looked at her perfect face and body and tried to reconcile that with his image of Melanie, the sweet and curvy librarian he'd given his heart to without her even knowing. Pain pounded in his chest threatening to shatter everything all over again. “What have you done to yourself?”

How in the hell had she become a demon?

“It's a long story, Drake. One I'm not sure you would even believe.” He snorted.

“You'd be surprised, sweetheart.” His anger mounted as the implications of Melody being Melanie began to sink in. And seeing her lying naked and perfect on his bed, confusing him, wasn't helping the situation. His cock bobbed as fury mingled with lust. “Is this some kind of trick?” He stalked over to the bed, grabbing her by the shoulders and hauled her up against him. “Why would you come in my club pretending to be someone else? What the hell is going on? Huh?”

Stark fear shone from her eyes. A product of guilt or something else he wasn't sure. Her body trembled against him, and the need to hold and comfort her overwhelmed him. He picked her up off the bed and wrapped her up in his arms. He’d never been able to resist her. “Oh, Melanie, what have you done? I wanted you to have a happy, normal life. Not this. Never this.” She leaned into his chest, wetting him with her quiet tears.
Oh no
. He couldn't take crying. It would destroy him.

“My name isn't Melanie, it's Melody. Melanie is gone.” Her strangled voice clawed at his insides. Desperate for her to be closer, he encouraged her to wrap her legs around his waist.

“Shhh. Okay, Melody.” He absorbed her essence as he transferred some of his heat to her. As her trembling eased and her body warmed, so did his cock, until it lay heavy and thick pressing against her sex. His former heartbreak washed over him as the lust he felt for Melody merged with the feelings he had for Melanie, breaking down the wall he'd carefully crafted between them. Hunger for her wrapped around his spine and gripped him so tight his desire to plunge mindlessly into her body overwhelmed him.

“Melody, look at me.” She slowly lifted her head. Gone were the tears, replaced with pure unadulterated passion. Blazing like fire in her eyes.

“I need to explain, but—”

“You always did talk too much. Explain later…” With one delicate thumb, she brushed his nipple, and the need for words faded.

His mouth slanted against hers in a bruising, all-consuming kiss. He pushed his tongue past her lips in a questing search for her very soul. The resulting moan rumbled from her mouth, lost inside him as desire fused them. She writhed in his arms, her moisture coating his swollen erection. Back and forth, over and over, so warm and soft.

Unable to hold back his driving need any longer, he pushed Melody against the closest wall. Hunger twisted inside him as he grasped his shaft at the thick root. Control forgotten, he sank his entire length into her quaking pussy on one smooth thrust. His sac hung heavy, full, and aching as he waited for the pulsing contractions to stop while she accommodated his size.

After managing a semblance of control, he withdrew his dick from her pussy inch by inch in a slow controlled movement, grazing every bit of soft, clenching tissue inside her, tormenting them both with an overload of sensation and pleasure with just the throbbing head of his cock remaining within her. She scraped and grabbed at his back, attempting to move on him, to force him back inside her.

“Oh please, Drake, please. You're torturing me.” She tilted her hips upward, dragging him inside her warm channel another inch.

“Stop that, baby.” His body shook at the force of his need to let go and fuck her. “I want to be gentle and good with you…to last.”

“Fuck that, Drake. Just fuck me. Hard and fast like we both need it…” Her eyes darkened with a red glow around the pupils. How could he have forgotten for even a moment she was now a demon—his kind—not a fragile human? Her desires and sexual tastes every bit as wicked as his own. Armed with that knowledge, Drake plunged into the silken heat of her pussy and slammed her into the wall, taking their breath away. His blood raced, sweat burst across his skin.

“Since when did you get so mouthy?” He continued thrusting into her willing body, driving them both one step closer to release every time his cock head pushed nearly to her womb.

“Ahh. Yes. Yes. Harder.” Her guttural sounds and words spurred him higher and harder until he was certain he couldn't get any farther into her body. His balls tightened against his cock, edging him closer to his release. He wanted to fuck her forever, but he wasn't going to last. Not this time.

“Oh, Melody, now. You have to come.” His body raged as he fought, needing to watch her come with him. “Now, baby, now.”

Her screams filled the room as she flew over the edge, and he rushed into the fire with her. He pounded deep within her gripping muscles and poured everything he had into her. Drake buried his head into the curve of her neck, biting at the sensitive skin. Her tremors shimmered across his skin. Despite his dominance over the sweet demon, her clenching flesh surrounding his cock controlled him.

Despite the reluctance weighing him down, he withdrew from her warm core and wrapped her within his arms. Deep emotions he couldn't deal with clawed at his insides as he carried her to his bed and settled her in the cool silk sheets. She whimpered in protest as his arms left her body. He tore at the remaining pieces of his suit, suffering from the aching need to wrap her back up in the shelter of his body. He pulled her tight into his embrace, with her figure perfectly curved to his.

“Go to sleep, Melody. You need some rest. We'll talk in the morning,” he whispered into her silken hair as her eyes drifted shut.

Hell, what am I going to do now?

Melody woke wrapped tight in a man's arms. As consciousness seeped through her brain, she remembered the previous night's events, culminating in the most explosive bout of sex she had ever experienced. She tested her limbs by shifting within Drake's grasp to find her muscles sore but okay. How many times had Drake nudged her awake for more sex? She'd lost count and consciousness eventually. Her lover was insatiable. She slipped from his embrace and headed for the bathroom. She needed a shower and caffeine. She couldn't think straight without them. Her fuzzy brain tried to process last night's information but she was having a hard time. She was missing something important. She just knew it.

Fresh and clean from her shower, she started perusing the room for some clothing she could borrow. Her clothes from the night before were haphazardly strewn around as evidence of their wild coupling. Drake had forced so many orgasms from her, she'd at times thought she would die from the pleas—

What the fuck
? Her gaze flashed back over to the bed to see that, yes, indeed, Drake was asleep and snuggled in the bed. Alive and well.

How had he—

She rushed to the bed, grabbing Drake by the shoulders. How could she have forgotten? “What the hell is going—” Before she got the rest of her question formed, Drake tossed her to the side, brutally bringing his arm across her windpipe, cutting off her breath and pinning her to the bed.

“Holy shit, Melody, you can't jump on me like that.” He released his arm and pulled her up, rubbing his fingers where he'd pressed against her throat. “I'm so sorry, baby. It was just instinct.”

“How…how are you still here?” Her eyes watered from the pain throbbing at her neck.

“What the hell are you talking about, Melody?”

“Last night, when we came…” She shifted away from him, unable to keep her thoughts straight while her pulse raced. “I-I should have…”

“You should have done what, Melody? Taken my soul?” Her body stiffened in shock. Blood drained from her head as she tried to focus on what he'd said.

“What—You—How—”

“Take a breath, sweetheart. You're going to pass out if you don't calm down.”

“Calm down?” His placating tone slashed at her as fury replaced confusion. “I won't calm down until you tell me what the hell is going on here.”

“Yeah, Drake, why don't you tell her what's going on?”

They swiveled their heads sharply to the new voice in the room. Leaning against the doorframe was none other than her boss.

What the hell? This was getting old.

“Harold, what are you doing here?” Her boss leered at her, and she remembered she was still nude. She grabbed a sheet from the bed and hurriedly wrapped her naked form.

“Get out of my club now. You're trespassing.” Drake's hard voice chilled her, and she watched Drake change, his face contorting into pure hatred.

“Ahh, Drake, don't get your shorts in a twist. I'm only here to talk to my demon.” Harold motioned in her direction.

“I'm hardly your demon. You're my boss, not my keeper.”

“Don't be so sure about that,” Drake mumbled under his breath.

“Hold it right there.” She poked her finger into Drake's chest to emphasize her point. “Someone needs to tell me what the hell is going on here. And they need to tell me right now.” She swiveled between the two men, waiting for an answer.

“Melody, no need to look at me like that. You know why I'm here. Your deadline, my dear.”

“Don't start with me again, Harold. Do you really think I've forgotten?” She was tempted to strike out against that smirk on Harold's face. “I have delivered some. I'm almost done.” One soul was close to some, right?

“Almost doesn't count, my dear.” He stepped forward, his massive bulk casting a shadow across much of the room. “Do I need to remind you what will happen if you fail?” Her hands flew to her throat as an invisible force took hold of her. Unable to catch her breath, she glared at Harold.

“Enough!”

She jumped at the boom of Drake's voice.

“Do you really want to start something here, Harold? 'Cause if you do, then let's go. You and me, right here, right now.” He stepped in front of her, blocking her from Harold and his powerful gaze. “It's what we've both been waiting for, isn't it?”

Her head pounded from the lack of oxygen as she watched the two of them square off. She shot out her leg, hitting Drake on the back of the knee. He wobbled but managed to right himself before he fell. When he twisted to see her, shock registered on his face. He grabbed for her just as her legs gave out and she collapsed toward the floor.

“Dammit, Harold. Let her the fuck go! What are you trying to do?” Drake's hands massaged into her neck.

“Oh give me a break. She's fine.”

Melody gasped and choked, trying to suck in as much air as she could.

“Looks like you've gone soft on me, Drake. Pussy-whipped already?”

The fury and tension vibrated off Drake, frightening her a bit. When the pressure blocking her airway eased, she struggled to sit up and move from his arms. “Harold, just go. I know what I have to do and I'll do it.” She was resigned to her duties, despite her best efforts to ignore them for so long. “Trust me.”

Harold snorted. “Yeah, like I'm going to fall for that one.” Melody opened her mouth to speak, and Harold held up his hand to halt her. “Don't say any more, darling, you might ruin my generous mood. I'm going.
For now
.” He retreated from the room, dematerializing at the door.

But, Melody, don't forget to ask Drake why he didn't lose his soul to you last night.

She jerked her head back to Drake. His carefully schooled face gave away nothing. She had a sinking feeling she wasn't going to like his answer. “Well, Drake, care to fill me in?” She crossed her arms over her chest, waiting.

“Why ask me? He's your boss.” Drake stalked across the room to the elegant wet bar he had in the corner. Pulling out a bottle of Scotch, he poured several fingers in a glass.

“I'm not talking about Harold, and you damn well know it, don't you?” The glass halted at his lips as he pondered her question. Without another word, he swigged the Scotch down in one gulp. He grimaced with the burn she imagined the alcohol created.

“Drake, why aren't you shocked by any of this? How did you know about me taking souls? God, I feel like I've stepped into the
Twilight Zone
, and there's a joke being played on me or something. This is worse then when Harold first came to me.” She marched over to the bed, flinging herself down on her back. Staring up at the ceiling, she wondered for the zillionth time what she'd gotten herself into.

Was it worth it?

“I'm a half demon, Melody. You can't take my soul.”

Goose bumps covered her skin at the calm tone of his voice. She covered her eyes, trying to block out the images of Drake in hell lording over other demons. With his dominant personality, he would likely have many minions like her.

“Wait—” She sat up to stare at him. “Half demon? As in one parent is demon, the other is not?” He nodded.

“You and I, uhh, you and Melanie…”

“Yes, Melody, I have always been like this. Even when I was with you.”

“It wasn't me. It was Melanie and I told you she’s gone,” she snapped.

“Just because you traded your soul for a different shell doesn't make you a different person. You're still Melanie. Especially to me.”

“How can you say that? You left her. And I am different. I don’t hide in a library anymore. I live my life, my very
sexual
life.” Melody bit down on her lip to stop the quivering. Drake strode to the side of the bed.

“I left because of who I am. You deserved better than me. And I knew that once I had you, I would never let go.” She looked in his eyes, searching for treachery, but found nothing. He was hiding something from her.

“And this?” She waved her arm, motioning around the room. “Is this new, or have you always been into this as well?”

His fingers cupped her chin. “Melody. I am who I am and I always have been.”

“And you didn't think a meek little virgin like Melanie could handle it, right?”

“Is it so hard to believe that I wanted you to be normal? To lead the life you deserved? Your virginity was a dose of reality thrown in my face just in time.”

“Yet here I am. I don't think your plan worked.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

“Should I thank Fate next time I see her?” His arrogant smile taunted her, but she wasn't giving in so easily.

“What about Harold? What is going on there?” Tears burned at the back of her eyes. She wouldn't let them fall—she couldn't.

“Ahh, Harold. Well, Harold and I, we go way back. We've been at each other's throats as long as I can remember.” He came down on top of her, pushing her farther into the mattress and stopping with his lips a hairsbreadth away from her own. His long stiffened cock pressed into her mound as he aligned himself perfectly between her legs. “Do you really want to keep talking about Harold?” His breath feathered across her mouth in a gentle caress, sending her nerve endings into a riot. Her skin tingled from the current running between them, while her nipples hardened to painful aching points, and her already wet sex pulsed in expectation.

“Drake, stop. I can't think when you do that.”

“Then don't think, baby. Just feel.” His lips came down on hers in a rough biting kiss, full of need and emotion, threatening to overwhelm her. His tongue pressed and prodded against her mouth, forcing her to yield.

Drake was on fire. Her heat scorched into his skin as he ripped at the sheet wrapped around her body. He'd known once wouldn't be enough with her, but he hadn't banked on this constant clawing hunger in his gut for more of her. What worried him, though, were the emotions churning inside, threatening to consume him. He needed to lock her out of his life and heart soon. Before it was too late. But he couldn't yet. He had to push his dick into her heat at least one more time. Wanted to feel her come apart underneath him as he brought her to orgasm over and over until she trembled with the knowledge of who was master here.

Fuck Harold.

Shoving the sheet aside, he freed her breasts. He thumbed the tight points while absorbing her resulting moan with his kiss. They fit perfectly into his palms, the soft skin smooth against his rougher fingers. The contrast in textures exciting on its own. Breaking the kiss, he dipped down to capture a flushed nipple in his mouth. His tongue lashed as he sucked it in deep until she writhed and pleaded with him for more.

“Tastes so good,” he groaned.

He nipped at the hard peak, wanting her to cry out in surrender to beg to be fucked. He pressed closer, the hard ridge of his erection pushing against her hip.

His hand trailed the smooth expanse of her belly, halting at the tiny patch of curls at the top of her pussy. He stroked and teased the area, purposely missing her ultrasensitive folds as her body arched, telling him that she needed so much more.

She reached for his cock, and he quickly turned to keep it from her grip. One touch and he would be lost to her.

“Quit it, Melody. I'm in control here. Don't touch until I tell you to. Unless of course you want me to spank you again.” Her body blushed a brighter pink as the truth sank in.

“Sometimes, Drake, you just need to relax.”

He pushed his hip into her thigh, letting the full length of his hardness press against her. “Does that feel relaxed, sweetheart?”

“That's why I was trying to take care of that for you. It's my turn.”

“The only turn you're going to get right now is one with a ball gag if you don't quit arguing with me.” He gripped her sides and flipped her onto her belly. A sharp gasp escaped her as she struggled to get back around.

“Drake, this isn't fair.”

“Hell no, it isn't fair. It's not supposed to be.” He pushed against her back with the palm of his hand, holding her down while he reached into the nightstand for a tube of lubrication. Her writhing pink ass was entirely too tempting.

“What are you doing, Drake?” Fear crept into her voice.

“Doing what I should have done a long time ago, baby. Taking you. All of you.”

“But—” His coated fingers slicked through the crack of her backside, seeking the small forbidden hole. “Drake—” Her breath came in harsh pants as he inched his way into the tight ring.

Hunger and a need for urgency licked at his spine. Drake's sac tightened against his body and the head of his cock leaked in anticipation of the snug channel currently strangling his finger.

“So warm and tight.” He worked a second finger alongside the first, stretching her, preparing her. Where her body had stiffened when he first began, Drake watched her visibly relax as he shuttled his fingers in and out of her well-lubricated rear. Her bottom even wriggled against his hand in tiny jerks. “Should I stop, Melody?” The pillow under her head stifled her moan of response. “Answer me so I can hear you, or I have to stop.”

“Please don't stop, Drake.” Her voice sounded thin and hoarse. With her prepared and eager, he slipped his fingers from her body and grasped his engorged shaft. Her cries of protest fanned the flames even higher as he guided his tip to her entrance.