The Billionaire's Demon (7 page)

“Wait. Stop.” She had to do something. Drake couldn't give up his chance to help his sister. “I'll go with Harold and then you can go home.”

“No, Melody, you can't do that.”

She flinched at the anger in his words.

“I have to.” Tears pooled in her eyes, making her vision blurry before they splashed onto her cheeks.

Harold grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him. “Smart decision, sweetheart.”

“Heed my words, all of you. I'm taking this job and soon you'll belong to me. If you don't free me now, I'll be your worst fucking nightmare. Far more scary than even the Gatekeeper.” Drake’s face contorted with violence—
rage.

“Don't listen to him. He's just grasping. Doesn't want to lose his pretty pussy.”

At Harold's words, something clicked inside Melody and grief turned to fury, which she directed at him. Without connecting with his gaze, she crashed her head into his already broken nose. He let her go to grab at his head, and his howls of pain echoed around them. Prepared to fight the others, she gasped when they all took several steps in Drake's direction and one even unshackled him.

“You little ungrateful bitch.” Her head snapped back when Harold grabbed her hair.

“I created you and I can damn sure take you out of here if I please.” His hands tightened, pulling her in the opposite direction from Drake. He was almost free from the wall, but he wouldn't make it in time.
Good
. It was better this way. The room shimmered in front of her eyes, and she knew it was over. Harold's call was up and as long as she and he were connected, she'd be going down with him.

“It's for the best, Drake.” More tears fell from her eyes from both the pain in her scalp and the ripping of her heart at the prospect of losing him once again.

“No, Melody!” Drake bellowed, startling the demons trying to help him. “Stop him. Don't let him take her.”

Demons rushed her, grabbing at her clothes as she faded.

“Let go. I have to do this.”

A growl sounded behind her but she didn't care. The pain started to dim as a numb and lifeless feeling crept up her legs and torso. She had only a few seconds left.

“I love you, Drake. Save your sister. Don't let any of this be in vain.”

“No! Melanie!” He tore from the wall, chains and all.

The wild frantic fear on his face was the last thing she saw before they faded into nothingness. The sound of her real name ringing in her ears. Darkness surrounded her as that familiar sensation of freefalling took over. Usually she worried about how and where she would land, but not this time. Sobs wracked her body and nothing mattered but the frantic grief she'd seen on Drake's face.

An orange glow formed before her eyes, her only indicator they were about to reach their destination. Her body landed on the black ashen ground. She didn't even bother to get up. Whatever was in store for her didn't matter anymore.

“Get up, Melody,” an unfamiliar voice spoke.

Curious, she lifted her head. A blond-haired man dressed in all black stared down at her. She wiped at her eyes in a lame attempt to staunch the flow of tears. She turned back to look for Harold, but no one was behind her. In fact, nothing, literally nothing, was there. She'd landed in a void of some sort. Was this the ultimate form of torture for her? To be surrounded by nothing for the rest of eternity.
Great.

“Where am I?” She sniffled.

“Trapped between worlds,” the stranger said.

“Why?” Although she didn't see what difference that would make.

“Because you don't belong to Harold anymore since he violated his terms of employment by bringing you with him. So he's gone to his destination without you.”

She shuddered, afraid to ask where exactly that was. Definitely not a happy place, that's for sure. Forgetting about Harold, hope dared to bloom inside her. “Does this—does this mean I'm going back?” She sat up and brushed soot from her clothes.

“Do you want to go back?”

“Hell yes, I want to go back.” She scrambled to her feet as quickly as she could. Dignity be damned.

He cocked an eyebrow in warning.

“Um—sorry, I mean yes, please. I would like to return to my job.” She bit her lip and held her breath. Could this be real?

“I thought you hated your job?”

“Maybe, maybe not. But I do want to go back. I can work harder at filling my quota. I swear it.” And she would. With a chance to see Drake at stake, she would do anything.

He held up his hand. “It's not me you have to convince.”

“Who then? Tell me. I'll do whatever it takes to get back.”

“Always the impatient one, even down here I see.” A deep rumbling male voice drawled from behind the stranger. He stepped to the side, leaving her face to face with Drake.

“Oh thank God.” She ran to him and flung her arms around his neck.

His laughter tickled her neck. “You might want to be careful about thanking God right now, babe. He's not exactly the popular man down here.”

“Oops.” She covered her mouth with her palm and snickered. “I keep forgetting.”

“No worries, my love, we have plenty of time for you to get used to the ins and outs of this life.”

“What does that mean? We get to stay together?”

“Looks like it. Although, lucky for me, I got to you before you made it all the way home. Even with Harold's, and now my ability to know where you are, I physically can't go that far.”

“I'm sorry, Drake. I don't want to be the one that keeps you away.” Fresh tears threatened. Jeez, when had she returned to her crybaby ways?

Warm, rough hands stroked her face, wiping them up one by one. “Don't cry. This is what I wanted. I'll figure out another way. Besides that's the way things work around here. There are always choices and sacrifices to be made in every decision.”

His words worried her. He couldn't make light of the danger their reunion would create. “What about your sister?”

“Harold just brought that up to freak you out. My baby sister is tough as nails and way scarier then me. She can take care of herself.”

“Are you serious?” She didn't know whether to kiss him or shake him. Although the half smile on his face did serious things to her. Gave her tingles in all the right places.

“Hold on tight. We're going back to the club where we belong and then we'll go from there. Deal?” He held out his hand to her.

“Deal.” She grabbed his hand and brought it to her lips to trace a heart along his palm with her tongue.

“Witch.”

“If you say so.” She laughed. The air around them heated, and she snuggled into his chest when his arms wrapped around her. Her eyes squeezed shut and her breath held until he cupped her chin and tilted her head to his.

“You can open your eyes now.”

Cautiously, she opened them to the familiar surroundings of Drake's private playroom at the club.

She sagged with relief against his chest. “I'm so happy to be back, and even more so that we are alone again.” Melody took a deep breath, inhaling Drake's distinct scent, before she pushed away from him. “But you gave up getting home for me. I didn't deserve that.”

“Melody—”

“No, seriously Drake, when I discovered you here at the club I wanted to use you to not only fill my quota, but to serve up some payback. I feel so stupid.”

He placed his finger across her lips. “Stop. We've both made mistakes and wasted enough time.” His lips glided across hers, the tip of his tongue teasing at the seam. “It's time to move on. Besides, things have changed between us.”

“What do you mean?”

“I own you now. You're mine to do with what I please.” His laughter floated up from his throat. “I give the orders around here.”

Melody sighed. “So taking Harold's job is a done deal?” It wasn't really a question, not when she already knew the answer.

“I'm not willing to take any more chances that you can get away from me again. No more nightmares about leaving you behind or waking up without you in my bed.”

Oh, damn, she'd never be able to deny him a thing. Heat curled in her belly, moisture dampening her sex. Didn't mean she couldn't try to push his buttons as often as she could though.

“Own me, huh? That doesn't sound so bad.”

His eyes sparkled with devious intent. “Don't be so sure about that.” He pushed her down to her knees in front of him. “I'm not Harold. Compared to me, he's soft. You think you're ready for that?”

“Drake, I love you. I already belong to you. Don't you know that?”

A rough moan rumbled from his lips.

“I won't be your boss, Melody. I'll be your Master. And as such, I can and will be a demanding bastard. You won't be out collecting souls every night. Oh no. You'll be here. Tied to that bed.” He pointed behind her. “Servicing me.”

That put a picture in her head. Deviant sexual images that might have shocked Melanie, but not Melody.

“That's it? Just be here for you?” She rubbed her pelvis against his erection. “A girl can get into a lot of trouble when she's left alone just waiting…idle hands and all…”

“Oh I'm sure we can find plenty of things around here to keep you busy.”

Maybe she should be frightened by the deal Drake offered her but she wasn't. She needed him and Devil help them, he needed her as well.

“But, Drake, what about your current job? Who will keep the balance?”

“Did I mention I'm an excellent multitasker?” He looked her over seductively.

She reached for the waistband of his jeans, unfastening the button, ticking down the zipper. Her hands slipped underneath the loosened denim to grasp his tight ass before pushing down his pants. His long thick shaft burst from the confinement to bob in front of her mouth.

“Suck me, Melody. You make me fucking ache for your mouth.”

Only a hair's breadth away from him, she flicked out her tongue to swipe at the precum beading from the tip. Melody licked her lips, savoring the salty essence bursting inside her. She glanced up and their gazes locked as she opened her mouth wide and sucked the tip in. The warmth of his swollen head sent shards of heat and longing racing along her spine, tingling at the base of her neck.

Drake's hands tangled in her hair on a low groan, spurring her to take more. Desire and need shone from his eyes, sending flutters erupting in her stomach. Never had anyone ever made her feel so wanted, so loved.

Her lips tightened around him as her tongue swirled over the hard shaft wrapped in silk, lingering on the sensitive underside. He was already bigger than most men, but every time his cock pulsed she swore he swelled further.

“More, Melody; take all of me.” His hands tightened into fists in her hair that tugged at her head, pulling her another inch onto his length. His obvious need fed into hers and her already tightened nipples strained toward him, aching to be plucked.

Melody hesitated and opened wider before leaning in, letting Drake guide his way to the back of her throat. Hot, hard flesh filled her, leaving a trail of scorching thirst for more.

“Oh hell, baby. That's it. A little bit more.”

She swallowed against the blood-engorged tip, relaxing her throat enough for him to slip the rest of the way in. Eyes watering, she worked her tongue frantically against him until his hips jerked from the intensity of it. Easing her head back, she released him from the lock of her throat with a gurgle before swiftly swallowing him down again. She wanted Drake to lose his mind, much like he'd done to her the night before. His pleasure became her pleasure as he fucked in and out of her mouth. Never before had she considered being on her knees, with Drake taking her like this, would end up being the thing she needed the most.

She suspected that he gave up more than he said to stay with her, and that action alone told her everything she possibly needed to know about him.

Suddenly Drake pulled from her mouth.

“I can't take any more. You're going to make me come.”

“I want that, Sir.” She craved it.

“You want what?” His eyes lit with that fiery lust she'd seen before. Gold glowing around the edges of his pupils.

“To suck your cock, Sir. To make you come. I want it all.”

He slid his hand around the nape of her neck and tugged her forward. “Then do it. Take what you need. I want you to have it.”

A grin twitched at the edges of her lips before she opened wide and took him deep in a long, smooth stroke. He had no idea yet, but he would. She wanted everything. His heart, his life, his pleasure, his cum. It meant everything to her.

Melody palmed his tightened balls as his tempo gained momentum, sending him shuttling in and out of her mouth in quick, short strokes. Her pussy dripped with the aching need echoed in every one of his thrusts. His body stiffened as he uttered a deep growl and her tongue moved faster, coaxing him to the point of no return.

Her gaze lifted to his, locking on every emotion he held with such tight control. With a last squeeze on his sac, he exploded, spurts of his release filling her.

“Swallow,” he demanded, his free hand touching her cheek along the ridge of her cheekbone. A move that ensured any resistance she might have felt melted forever.