Page 6 of Monsters After Dark

“Are you satisfied?” His last word rumbled with an unmistakable purr.

I didn’t answer him. Under different circumstances, I would have been a lot less hesitant about the price I had to pay for my salvation. He really was gorgeous—in his human form. Defined features, soft lips, haunting eyes. Dark, perfectly tousled hair. and a body so strong even his leather jacket couldn’t hide the width of his shoulders and chest, nor his tapered waist and powerful thighs.

Something stirred in my abdomen as I let my gaze wander over him, and I flushed hot. Really? Had it really been that long, that my starved vagina was this quick to forget what he looked like beneath his skin-suit?

Kurt quirked a knowing smirk at me. Somehow the bastard knew.

I forced my blush down and glared at him. “Are you going to tell me why you have to blackmail women to sleep with you, now that I’ve signed your contract?”

“Darling… I don’t have to blackmail anyone for sex.” He moved then, stalking toward me at a casual pace that didn’t match the hunger in his black gaze. “I don’t have to barter, trick… coerce.” He only stopped when he was right in front of me, so, so close. “I can simply take it. With or without consent.”

I swallowed hard at the way his eyes dipped to my lips. There was still a good amount of fear stuck in my system, but the pounding in my blood was no longer entirely from adrenaline. This close, his unnatural body heat leached through my clothes and brushed against my skin, and he smelled like sulfur and man. It shouldn’t have been appealing, but that same traitorous something down low softened as I drew in a shaky breath.

“So why didn’t you?” I rasped.

“Hmm,” he purred. When his hand came up to brush against my cheek, I quivered before I could steel myself. “Would you have liked that, Emma? For a monster to force his way between your thighs? Hold you down? Ravage your body while you pleaded for it to stop?”

“No,” I croaked, frustrated that my panties were soaked through even as fear gripped my spine at the picture he painted. “O-Of course not.”

“Such pretty lies,” he crooned. He slipped his free hand around my waist and pulled me close, leaning in so he could whisper directly into my ear, “I smell you, darling. Your cunt is gushing for me.”

“Pig!” I gasped—because if I didn’t clutch on to the anger at his crudeness, I knew I would be lost. Swept away on a tide of dark desire. Jesus, how could his mere presence do this to me? Minutes ago, all I’d felt at his nearness was intense fear. It was all I should have been feeling now.

“Hmm,” he purred again. When he finally released me, I sagged with relief as some of that intense heat lifted and my mind cleared a little. “Get on the bed.”

My relief vanished instantaneously, but I obeyed. This was the bargain I had struck.

“Bare yourself to me,” he said when I knelt on my narrow mattress.

My hands shook as I pulled my shirt over my head, baring my breasts. I’d ditched my bra the second I came home last night.

Kurt growled, making my nipples tighten and a shock of awareness run up the length of my spine. I threw him a quick glance, worried the beast under his skin had forced its way out again, but the demon still wore his human disguise. Only his smoldering eyes seemed otherworldly, the way they seared my flesh as they rested on my chest.

“I wish to see all of you, my dove,” he purred when my fingers hesitated at my waistline. “Show me what you were willing to sell to save your life.”

He didn’t have to call me a whore—I still felt the sting of humiliation as I pushed my jeans down my thighs and twisted on the bed to shove them off my legs. I didn’t wait for him to request that my panties follow suit.

I curled my legs underneath me and lifted my chin in defiance of the shameful blush spreading all the way from my toes to my hairline when I was finally bared for him. I had chosen this. That was something.

Lithely, like a stalking panther, Kurt walked the few steps to the edge of my bed. He reached out to curl his fingers around my chin, and my breath hitched in my throat.

“What a pretty little mortal I’ve bought,” he whispered. There was no softness in his voice, nor in his gaze as he flicked it from my lips to my eyes. “Spread your legs, Emma. Show yourself to me.”

I didn’t look away from his haunting black eyes as I obeyed his command.

His lip curled as I leaned back on my hands to widen my thighs as far as my tight muscles allowed.

Without a word, he knelt on the floor before me, and my heart thumped uneasily in response. When he reached for my exposed pussy, I had to bite down on my lip to keep my breath from exploding out.

The demon ran his fingers up along my labia, and I clung to the sheets, biting my lip until it bled when he spread me open.

“So, so pretty,” he murmured. He flicked his gaze up to mine, letting me see the devilish gleam in those black depths before he leaned in and pressed his mouth to my flesh.

I didn’t manage to hold back my breath this time. It came out of my throat in a strangled cry as Kurt kissed me with scalding lips, and zings of pure electricity shot up my spine and into my brain. That was all the warning I had before the demon let out a deep, animalistic groan, wrapped his hands around my thighs to keep me spread open—and devoured me.

I choked out an involuntary moan at the first swipe of his tongue along my inner lips, but it quickly turned to a shriek as he found my clit, closed his lips around it, and sucked. Nothing, nothing had ever felt like this.

My hands flew to his hair, and I curled up around his head, clinging to him with every ounce of my strength as pleasure so intense it hurt tore through my pelvis and lit my entire body on fire.

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