Page 29 of Unhinged

“Who’s Ileana to you?”

He stiffens and pulls back, shaking his head. “That’s a very complicated question.” It’s like walls shut down over his eyes. “Sleep,” he says.

I don’t want to sleep, though. Something tells me that this spell will break from tomorrow, and hell will ensue. I need to feel at least for tonight.

“No,” I breathe.

Taren’s brow furrows as I move to straddle him, leaning down to kiss his lips. At first, he stiffens before grabbing my hips and deepening the kiss, his tongue thrusting into my mouth.

“If hell is waiting for me, I want to remain in heaven a little longer,” I say.

He groans as I roll my hips, grinding against his thick erection. “Naughty Alice. The problem is, I’m the devil, so this can’t be heaven.”

I shake my head. “You’re not my devil. You’re my God,” I murmur.

He growls, biting my lip. “That’s right, baby. And I’ll rule you.” He flips me over, his strong, powerful body pinning me to the bed. “If you need me to stop, tell me.” His eyes flash with barely contained control.

I shake my head. “Never.”

He kisses me passionately, his hands gripping my hips hard. “Alice,” he breathes my name before trailing his lips down the curve of my neck.

I moan, sliding my fingers through his dark hair. “I need you.”

He pulls back and searches my eyes. “Not yet, baby. Not tonight.”

I groan. Hearing this man call me baby is so intoxicating.

What the hell would Luna say if she could see me now?

I can imagine her berating me for turning down all her attempts to set me up while falling into bed with a fucking madman who works for the woman who kidnapped us. And yet, I know the source of this dark desire. It’s something I’ll never understand. Why being taken advantage of by someone I trusted has twisted me up.

Taren is someone I should fear, and instead, I desire him. I desire him like I’ve desired no man for two years. This desire feels stronger than any I’ve felt before the incident.

“Please,” I beg against his lips, arching my back as his heavy cock presses against my center.

He nips at my collarbone with his teeth. “I said not tonight,” he groans. “You’ll need to wait for my cock, but I’ll taste your sweetness, little bird.”

I moan as he kisses a path down my stomach, heading toward my panties. My body is on fire. His touch drives me insane. And when he gets down there, he tears my panties in two like an animal, even though there was no need since they’re crotchless.

“So wet for me, little bird.” His breath ghosts over my clit, setting my nerve ending on fire. “Are you turned on?” he asks.

“More than you’ll ever know,” I answer, biting down a moan as his tongue sweeps up my center. A wave of pleasure surges through me, setting every nerve on edge. “Taren, please,” I breathe, my fingers tangling in his dark hair again.

He smirks, his eyes burning as they meet mine, filled with a dangerous promise. “Patience,” he murmurs, the pad of his thumb making lazy circles over my throbbing clit, but never quite touching it. “We’ve got all night,” Taren whispers.

I whimper at the thought of him teasing me to tears all night. “Please, I need to feel you?—”

He sucks on my clit, breaking my sentence off halfway through.

“Fuck!” I breathe.

“You’re one needy little bird, aren’t you?” Taren taunts, his voice a low growl that vibrates against my sensitive skin.

He returns his thumb just above my clit and circles it softly. “I intend to memorize your body. And work out exactly how to make you tick tonight. You’re the only puzzle I want to crack.”

“That sounds like torture,” I murmur.

“Torture can be a form of pleasure,” Taren answers, a wild gleam in his eyes. His tongue traces the outline of my lower lips, eliciting a deep, guttural moan from me. “Remember, Alice, pleasure and pain are two sides of the same coin.”

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