Gasps sounded around her, some louder than the blasting music, most coming from the females though some males chimed in.
The second hand on the clock ticked forward.
She hoped from her defiance.
Boom.
She jerked. Everyone else froze.
The doors behind her had slammed opened, leaving deep fissures in the walls, paint and plaster still raining down.
Andros stood within the jamb, taller than she recalled, shoulders broader, his blond hair practically glowing within the sweeping lights, and his glare directed at her. He strode into the room.
Servers and demons scattered.
Doing so wasn’t an option for her. She’d been in the right with the prick she’d tried to serve and held her ground.
Andros’s eyes narrowed. The air crackled around him, sparks appearing from nowhere.
The hairs on her arms and around her temples stood up.
The music quieted, leaving nothing except the noise from her hard breathing and his, which proved louder.
He didn’t halt until they were toe to toe, his rich scent washing over her.
Heat pooled between her legs. Her sheath constricted, new moisture bathing her folds. A knee-jerk reaction whenever he was near and one she couldn’t begin to understand…or didn’t want to, considering it made more sense for her to detest him.
Fury blazed in his eyes.
She should have been afraid, but his anger made him hotter, a magnificent male specimen created to rule and satisfy. Before she lost her mind and begged him to do her, or he read her the riot act, she had to state her case. “Look, I tried to serve him, but he made it impossible. Not only because he’s a prick, but for fucking sport so he’d feel like a man or whatever. I did my best. He didn’t. That’s the sum total of what happened.”
The others scurried farther back, leaving a wide berth between her, him, and themselves.
Ticking sounded. The clock’s second hand went nuts, spinning around the face at warp speed.
Andros’s jaw clenched.
If this was the end, so be it. Anything was better than working in this madhouse. Once she was part of the ether, she hoped the other servers would follow suit. Without a willing victim, males had no control, only bluff. “Do your worst.”
He grasped her throat.
She started, expecting him to strangle her.
He stroked her neck.
Exquisite heat enveloped her, his gentle touch registering clear to her eyelashes and down to her toes. Woozy, she could scarcely stand. “What are you do—”
“Shut up.”
His order boomed through the room. Tables shook. Glasses shattered.
His thumb glided over her. “Not one more word from you, understand?”
She didn’t. His mood, demands, and actions were too contradictory. “I was only trying to explain what happened and that it wasn’t—”
A frustrated roar tore from him. The room convulsed around them.
Her mouth fell open.
He captured it, his tongue plunging deep inside, filling and quieting her.
Lord. She melted into him, unwilling to do anything less, and wreathed her arms around his shoulders, craving this more than he—and she—could have imagined or guessed.
Grunting, he pressed closer, his kiss savage and hard. Taming her.
For once, she didn’t mind and clawed at his shirt, wanting it off.
He lifted her onto a table and then pushed her back, their mouths still joined, his hair sweeping over her cheeks, his clothes gone.
Skin grazed skin, his heated flesh smooth in spots, hair-roughened in others.
Ruthlessly, he pushed her legs apart to expose her cunt, then lifted his meaty cock to it and plunged inside.
Yes! Don’t stop. Please.
He complied.
Pleasure stormed through her, warming and thrilling, leaving her weak and submissive to whatever he desired because she demanded it, too. She luxuriated in his size, hardness, and strength, a man among men, demons, and everything else creation had to offer.
His balls tapped her ass, their contours heating it.
He pumped, trying to get deeper.
To pull him farther inside, she squeezed her passage around his dick.
A growl rumbled in his chest, the vibrations quivering against her boobs.
He tore his mouth free.
No. She cupped his face, wanting his lips back.
Fighting her, he won, her puny strength no match for his. He held her wrists to the table and took her in, lingering on her mouth and then her eyes.
Her skin warmed further. Her breath caught. Something mysterious and needed sparked between them.
Lost in the moment, she broke free from his grip and stroked his bristly cheeks.
Delight and then wonder registered on his beautiful features, his manner as absorbed by her as she was by him.
They stared into each other’s eyes, the world around them receding, colors gone, sounds quieted.
She liked the mole near his eyebrow, and the faint wave to his hair that curled slightly at the ends.
He flexed his cock, stretching her more than he already had. In answer, she squeezed her sheath around his length again.
They both smiled.
His didn’t last, his dimples fading too quickly. As he regarded their joined bodies—a truly beautiful sight—his brow furrowed, and his face grew troubled.
Why? This place was nothing but sex. Although no one had pinpointed her location, she sensed she was in the second circle—Lust.
He reclaimed her mouth, his tongue filling her, demanding she suckle it.
Slavishly, she did, his flavor unmatched, clean and fresh, but also bearing a faint taste she couldn’t identify. One belonging to him alone.
Thrusting slowly, he also stroked her clit.
Nerve endings fired every-damn-where, her scalp nearly blowing off. She gasped around his tongue.
He pushed it deeper, muffling her sounds.
Already congested, her sheath thickened further, arousal increasing the friction between them, their skin rasping.
He pumped harder and faster, his kiss uncivilized yet dazzling, as befitted a demon and a fallen angel, his thrusts pronounced.
A familiar ache coiled within her cunt and threatened to break free, delivering her to the Promised Land, an earth-shattering climax. Its potential unparalleled to gratify a wanting heart that needed attention, warmth, and comfort. Nothing else in this world or any other mattered.
Now. Please. Let me come.