Page 8 of Another Underworld

“Tell Candy Vargo that I want everyone gathered for a meeting in…” I glanced over at Abaddon.

He raised a brow then spoke with conviction. “Three hours. Preferably four.”

I came very close to screaming with excitement. Somehow, I was able to refrain.

Uncle Joe grinned from ear to ear. It was macabre, but it got the point across. “Will do! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, kids!”

And on that note, my dead uncle flew through the wall of my house.

I spared a quick glance in the mirror to make sure my face wasn’t scarlet and let out a small laugh. I was only pink. I could work with that. “Umm… you know,” I started.

Abaddon, not missing a beat, took me into his arms, the heat in his eyes scorching me form the inside out. His voice was low and throaty. “I think Uncle Joe might have been on to something.”

The heat of his body matched my own as I pressed my hips against him, my arms sliding up his chest to rest on his shoulders. I wanted to climb him like Mount Everest and plant my flag. Or in this case, he could do the planting. The thoughtmade me grin as I met his darkly seductive gaze. “Yep. I totally agree.”

He kissed me, soft at first, but the sexual tension between us was like a match to gasoline. My knees my buckled as we combusted, and Abaddon picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, our lips desperate for more.

“Too many clothes,” he uttered.

“Too many...” I ripped his shirt off at the same time that he ripped mine, and when our skin made contact, all I could think was... “More,” I said against his lips. “So much more.”

A growly groan of lust tore from him as he carried me to the bedroom and threw me onto the bed. His eyes were black, almost inky, as he stripped his jeans off. “Mine,” he stated.

“Yours,” I confirmed as he crawled up the bed and stripped my pants off. My breath caught in my throat when he took me in his arms. “And you’re mine,” I breathed into his ear. “All mine.”

“Yes.” He kissed my lips and my neck before popping my bra off and tossing it back over his head. “Always.”

CHAPTER THREE

Almost four hours later.

My bedroom looked like a cyclone had hit it. Two lamps had been destroyed. The dresser was on its side and the ceiling fan had a bra, mine, and boxer briefs, his, hanging from the blades. Sheets were torn and the feathers from my favorite pillow were floating in the air like snowflakes. I didn’t care. It was a hot mess of beauty. “Oh my God,” I said, barely able to speak since I’d done a fair bit of screaming while having the most intense orgasms I’d ever experienced. “That was… umm. I don’t even know what that was.”

Honestly, it was the best sex of my life. The entire neighborhood, including my parents and brother, had probably heard us and I couldn’t find it in me to give a hoot. The Demon had done things with his tongue and hips that I didn’t think were possible. I was no slouch myself. I had the man begging multiple times. Sex was great. Sex with love was divine. I’d never experienced anything like it and was signing up to do it again. Soon. Right now, being an Immortal Demon did not suck.

The grin on Abaddon’s lips made me want to straddle him and play tonsil hockey. However, my limbs were jelly. Lifting a hand took effort.

“Spectacular?” he inquired with a smug expression on his ridiculously handsome face.

“Yep.”

“Brain altering?”

“Definitely,” I agreed with a giggle.

“Hot and sweaty?”

“Ohhh, so hot and sweaty,” I assured him, snuggling close.

“It was perfect,” he said, playing with my hair as we lay tangled in the sheets. “I’m going on record and saying you’ve ruined me for all other women.”

I gave him a weak punch in the arm. If I hadn’t just had six orgasms, the punch would have packed a little more oomph, but I was fine with the tradeoff. The intention was clear. “I’ll remove your junk with a dull butter knife if you offer up yourservicesto anyone other than me, Dick. For the rest of your life.”

He laughed. The sound made my heart feel light. For a brief moment, I was able to pretend that the weight of the world wasn’t sitting on my shoulders.

“So, we’re back to calling me Dick?” He traced my lips with his thumb.

“Only when you are one,” I shot back and glanced at the clock.

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