Page 40 of Demons & Damnation

“Dylan, stop, stop now,” Kyla said, placing her hands on his chest and squirming her way up the bed, away from him.

Dylan lifted himself from her straight away, pulling out. “What’s wrong?”

“I know what you’re doing,” she replied, scrambling into a sitting position. She grabbed the duvet and wrapped it around herself, as if it were some sort of comfort blanket. “I can feel it from you.” She shook her head. “It’s not what I want, Dylan. Please don’t ruin this.”

“How am I ruining this?”

“I asked you not to push me back to where you put me this morning. Don’t try and wriggle out of this. I know what you were doing. It’s not happening. You either fuck me or you don’t. There’s no being nice, no ‘making love’,” she said, motioning with air quotes.

Dylan pressed his lips together and let out a sigh. After a few seconds, he nodded. “Sure, ok, fine.” He shrugged his shoulders. “But one day, Kyla, you’re going to have to realise that not everything can be your way. One day you will have to give in and compromise.”

A seductive smirk tweaked at her lips as she whispered, “Make me.” Then she breathed, “Daddy.”

Dylan’s eyes darkened in an instant. He crawled towards her, yanking the duvet from her before grabbing her ankle and dragging her back towards him. In one swift move, he flipped her over onto her stomach, slapped her ass, and said “Ass up. Now.”

Kyla bit her lip and smiled. Now he was talking. Keeping her face down on the bed, she lifted her ass up into the air, creating that perfect angle she knew he loved.

Placing his hands on her hips, Dylan thrust himself back inside her, digging his fingers into her skin as he fucked her hard and deep, just how she liked it in this position. After a minute or so, he took one hand and grabbed a hold of her hair, wrapping it around his wrist, arching her head back.

Kyla sucked in a deep breath as she quivered with excitement. Reaching down to her clit, she started playing with herself, wanting to feel as many sensations as possible, anything to remind her she was alive and didn’t need to think about reality.

As the sound of their skin smacking filled the air, Kyla closed her eyes as she picked up the rhythm, chasing an orgasm. She closed her eyes as the feeling in her core built, waiting for that cascading moment where she could spiral down on a cloud of ecstasy.

Right as she tumbled over the edge, her body twitching with its sweet release, Kyla’s mind filled with the image of swirling jade green eyes, blonde hair, and hard as steel muscles.

Chapter 17

The next morning, happy, satisfied, and relieved to be alive, Kyla and Sam indulged in breakfast at the café. It had to be done after a night out.

“It measured six-point-six on the Richter scale,” Sam said. “We were at the epicentre apparently.”

“It’s crazy,” Kyla replied, biting into a bit of toast. “I mean, we’ve felt tremors before, but nothing like that. That was something else.”

Sam nodded and sipped at her tea. “That’s global warming for you.”

Kyla chewed her toast, glancing out of the window as a grey Porsche pulled up outside, its occupants two very familiar faces. Her jaw dropped open, almost spilling her partially eaten toast.

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