Page 29 of Burn for the Devil
“Samantha,” I said, momentarily transfixed by her cerulean eyes, fascination swirling in their depths. The desire to drag her into my arms pulled at me, but I refrained. If I touched her, I'd never let her go and now was not the place, and most certainly not the time. Not yet. It was hard enough not to stare impolitely.
Her aura shifted around her; the sunlight-toned sparkles suspended like mist. With pleasure I noticed they leaned toward my own and hadn’t leaned toward the angel a single time I was aware of. Schooling my features, I shoved my arrogance down. Matthew stared at me, waiting for something. I didn’t know what to say and then I remembered my manners.
“Good to see you, Matthew,” I said, directing a current of energy toward his crotch. Fury distorted his features as he slid his arm away from the thing of beauty by his side. A tentative step forward and he stopped, the front of his pants bulging impressively. The lump spasmed and a bleach-like scent filled the air. Matthew’s eyes transformed to ice, a promise for the future delivered to me in his violent gaze.
“Matthew?” Samantha’s voice interrupted the moment. She somehow missed noticing what I’d done to her date below his belt and was watching his face.
“I’ll be back in a moment,” he reassured her. He pressed a kiss to her temple while angling his torso away, her eyes widening in surprise at his touch. I think I growled.
Stepping closer to my very own angel, my lips parted. Her shining eyes met mine and it took all my restraint, a second time, not to gather her in my embrace. “We have the books you asked for, that time you were in my shop,” she offered. “Some of them.”
She thought of me. A fissure of pleasure ran through me, stopping to pierce my heart. “Thank you, I will be by for them.”
She gave me an apologetic smile. “You don’t look like someone interested in the subject of those books.”
“What would you think I’d be interested in?”If she only knew.
Her long finger pressed her lower lip while she appraised me. My blood pulsed, seeking her approval.
“History, I’d expect,” she replied after several seconds.
Like two magnets drawn to each other, we drifted closer. “That is a subject I study extensively. What do you like to read for pleasure?” I already knew, having searched every corner of her home for every tiny hint, object, and detail that made her,her.
She laughed lightly, lifting her hand. “Oh, that wouldn’t interest you, it’s silly books for women.”
I knew, I’d seen the scandalous titles—titles that weren’t truly scandalous in this day and age. She flushed, presumably considering the genres and tropes she indulged in, while praying I didn’t push her further.
“I’m interested in everything about you,” I told her. Pink tinged her cheeks as her aura deepened, gathering around her midsection, and I clasped her hand, unable to resist any further. “What is it you want the most?”
She glanced up at me. “To be free.” She flushed and tilted her head down, seeming embarrassed at her honesty.
Giving her a small smile, I replied, “It would appear we want the same thing.”
“I don’t quite live up to expectations,” she remarked. “But such is life.”
Samantha looked uncomfortable for a moment. “You live up to mine,” I reassured her.
“What did you mean when you told me I’d be free soon?” She referred to the day in her shop when I’d instructed her not to carry love talismans.
Trying to think of something acceptable to say, I watched her closely, noting the curiosity in her gaze. She tried to dampen her eager countenance, but I saw it. “Have you ever been subject to parental expectations? I suspect you have.” I already knew the answer, having done my research. Her parents had her entire life planned out.
Samantha’s eyes widened. “Yes, very much so. Its stifling.” She appeared regretful for a moment. “My parents are fantastic, though. I don’t mean to criticize.”
“You are blessed. My father is Satan himself and his expectations are wholly unreasonable.”
She laughed. “I highly doubt your father is that bad.” She paused a moment, deep in thought. “I don’t want the life my parents have planned. I’m going to suffocate.”
“I don’t want the life my father has planned for me either. What do you really want? If you could do anything, what would it be?”
A conspiratorial look filled her gaze as she leaned closer to me. “To scream really loud when I’m not supposed to.” She giggled. “Just act out. Everyone is so contrived and fake.” She straightened her back and shrugged her shoulder.
This time I leaned toward her, brushing my lips against her ear. “I can make you scream.” She flushed, a light blushscattering across her gorgeous features, her very aura tinting pink around her midsection. I couldn’t wait to coax her screams.
This was where she belonged, her hand in mine, standing by my side. Gently, I tugged her to me, her eyes lighting on my own, pupils dilated, her energy pulsing. The longing in my soul tore at me, no longer content with the singular night in her room. I wanted her fully conscious, fully aware of me, begging for my cock, dripping wet with love and lust and at my mercy while I possessed her, over and over, for the rest of our eternal lives. I could set her free, Iwouldset her free.
I gently inhaled her sweet scent. Her lips parted as she watched me, anxious over what I might do, anticipating my next move, but not stopping me. My fingers clasped her shoulder, my hair brushed her cheek. If I’d thought I could get away with it, I’d take her right here, right now, and publicly.
Flicking my gaze up, I saw Matthew closing in, a warning in his eyes. I sent him a smirk and leaned down; my lips pressed tightly to Samantha’s ear. “I’m only going to say this once—stay away from Matthew.”