Page 9 of The Demon of Detroit

“Now, isn’t this the best way to start your morning?” he mutters before locking our lips together.

Our first kiss rocks my fucking world.

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HARKER

Iwon’t lie to her, even though I should. She may be the daughter of my associate, but I can tell by the look of confusion on her face, that Zander Carlisle hasn’t told her a single thing about how we operate.

Perhaps it’s for the best.

She’s young, naïve, and doesn’t understand the normal world. Stepping into ours is an entirely different ball game, and it should be approached with a certain level of caution. Hell, maybe it’s the only good thing he’s done as a father. Saved her soul and sanity from the hardships of our criminal empire.My criminal empire.

I won’t play the same game. We’re both adults. I may be more seasoned, but I don’t have any special rights over her youth. If she wants answers, she’ll get them.

But now isn’t the time to ride on my high horse. Not while my tongue is fucking her mouth and she straddles my hips in pants so thin my dick could tear right through them and destroy her tight, virgin cunt.

“It’s certainly one way to start the morning.” Her hot breath tickles my lips.

We both know what’s going to happen, and no one’s going to stop me from taking what’s mine.

Penelope rotates her hips against my girth. She utters soft, sweet moans of absolute delight.

“You’re already dripping and I haven’t even touched you yet,” I say, tightening my grip on her ass and adjusting my lower half until my cock rides between her folds.

“It still feels so good.” She bucks her hips rhythmically against me.

“Trust me, my queen, we haven’t even started.” I glide one hand around her body, touching any exposed skin my fingers can on their way. The sensation tickles her, and she giggles between the intensifying groans.

I move my hand between our bodies, replacing the tip of my cock with a finger pressed against her clit. She digs her fingernails into my neck and forces her hips against my hand. A deep, low, hum rolls out from the back of her throat.

“This is the first time anyone’s ever touched you?” I press my finger tighter against the fabric of her shorts. One touch is enough to soak it through the material.

“Y-yes.”

I had to hear it again. I’m the fucker who’s going to take her virginity. Sully her womb with my seed. It isn’t enough to know it. My twisted mind thrives on it, and my throbbing erection tingles excitedly.

Her confirmation is so much more than just words. It’s the promise of being whisked away to the promised land with her on my lap.

I mimic the action I saw her make last night. Slow, gentle circles to start. Each rotation inspires another mewling howl as Penelope’s eyes roll to the back of her head and her head snaps up to the ceiling. My speed increases with her quickening breath. Her body rattles and shakes, and her breasts bounce wildly inside her shirt.

Fuck. Hold it together, Harker. Don’t embarrass yourself by blowing your load inside your pants. Last night’s grim display was already enough.

“Whatever you’re doing…” She stops between words to catch a short breath. “Don’t stop. Never stop.”

It’s driving me crazy. I’m so close to her pussy that one thrust of my hips will have me buried inside her, but I can’t. Not yet. She hasn’t experienced a man’s touch, and I want her to experience every blissful sensation before I claim her forever.

My body acts without my mind’s permission. With my hand still tucked between her legs, I lift us out of my seat. She’s so light, so easy to carry, but her shaking and rattling make keeping her up harder than anticipated.

She slips from my grip and drops to her feet, but without skipping a beat, she grabs my wrist in both her hands and pulls it back between her legs.

“What did I tell you?” She stares up at me with a hooded gaze. Her teeth sink into her lower lip.

“Your wish is my command.” But I don’t go straight back to touching.

First, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her shorts. Her eyes widen at the sensation, but she doesn’t stop me as I drop them to the floor. She takes a step back and trips against my desk. Two of the monitors fall to the floor, and as she falls, Penelope parts her legs with a giggle to give me a full view of her pink slit.

“Oopsie.” She pouts and presses her index finger to the corner of her lips. “I did something bad.”