Page 57 of Burn for the Devil
Letting go of the hair I’d clasped with my free hand I reached for his shoulder, attempting to dislodge the assault on my senses and heart. “No, he didn’t touch me. He didn’t do anything but question me.”
Ramone slowly righted himself, leaving our hands entwined. “He asked you about the sphere,” he stated.
I nodded. “He didn’t hurt me, he only fished for information. Who is he?”
He let go of me and leaned back against the seat, moving an elbow to the door’s armrest. It took several minutes before he spoke. “He’s no one. He’s supposed to be dead, like I told you before. He was dead, I thought. I’ve never heard of anyonecoming back.” I remembered the two men talking about this in the castle but wanted more information.
“Did you kill him, too?” My question was ludicrous, but I’d seen things I’d never imagined. It bore asking in case people really could come back from the dead.
Ramone rubbed his chin. “No.”
Still hoping for some explanation of what was going on and what I’d inadvertently gotten myself into, I asked, “Should I expect to see him or those beings again?”
Ramone furrowed his brows and fisted his hands. “It's possible.”
“How did you know where I was?”
“There’s a tracker in your phone.”
“When did you do that?”
Ramone sent me a smug smile before glancing out the window. “Do you really want to know? It's completely unnecessary now, but I will leave it just in case.”
I pulled my phone out of my clutch and turned it on with my thumbprint, trying to see if anything looked different or stood out to me. I felt his eyes on me, felt his amusement. Did I really want to know when he’d violated my privacy? He regularly trampled over my boundaries.
“No, I don’t think I do,” I answered, shoving my phone back in my bag. “You do know that planting a tracking device on me violates my privacy, right?”
“Oh, I think I’ve violated much, much more than that.” I felt his dark gaze like a physical touch. “Are you going to try to stop me?”
Rubbing my eyebrows with my hand, I said, “Ramone...” I glanced at him, and he’d turned slightly, a glint in his eyes. He lifted his hand, and I felt the softest touch, almost as if a gentle breeze was circulating around me. The sensation sent a shiver up my spine before a ghostly caress wound itself around my limbs.It was as if Ramone were winding satin and velvet along my skin and tying me up into the most delicate, delicious package. My arms were covered with goosebumps, my flesh tingling, as he moved closer to me.
He didn’t physically touch me, not even a nudge of his knee against my thigh, but as the feeling spread through me, I wanted him to. The strokes skittered along my torso, climbing up my breasts and leaving a longing between my legs with a force that took my breath away. The hunger I felt for him was wild and powerful. I pressed my thighs together in a futile attempt to shove the carnal urges away.
“Open your eyes, little witch,” his voice whispered by my ear. I shuddered and pried them open, my gaze on Ramone’s lips mere inches away. I reached for him, and an invisible force pinned my palms to the smooth leather surface of the seat. He’d trapped me, caged me inside his lust-filled assault and I was at his mercy.
My thighs parted of their own accord, and the unnatural contact slid through my center, consuming every millimeter of my heated flesh. I gasped and met Ramone’s eyes. They were emerald discs under hooded lids, amused, hungry and sparkling. He watched as I began to writhe under the wraith-like fondling, his teeth biting his lower lip. He was doing this to me with his sorcery; he was making me mindless with desire without laying a finger on me. I knew I should be scared, concerned, screaming.
But all I wanted was more.
“Ramone,” I begged him. My legs were shaking as the pressure built up inside me, the need to orgasm more insistent than my next breath.
He waved a finger at me and lifted himself from the seat to bend over me. I felt his hot breath against my neck and wanted more than anything to feel him against me. The unseen chainsI fought against restrained me, leaving me immobilized. My frustrated whimpers were useless.
He didn’t let even a single strand of his hair touch me.
“Did you need something from me, Samantha?”
My eyes were watering while he dangled me over the edge of euphoria. I wanted to both punch him and kiss him, and I was unable to do either. My telling him to stay away echoed in the back of my mind. He’d maneuvered me into a position where I wasbeggingfor him. Granted, he’d rescued me from the creepy figures in the woods but what was to say he hadn’t set that up in order to lead the two of us to this exact moment?
“You know what I need. Why are you doing this?” It took everything I had to swallow my pride and shove those words out.
“And what is that?” Ramone moved to pour himself a drink from the bar hidden in a compartment.
I needed him and his physical touch. His mouth and lips all over my skin, sucking, licking, and biting. I needed his cock to fill me, bringing me that physical connection I’d only ever felt with him, the engulfing wholeness and contentment he’d deliver to me. Just Ramone, that’s all I wanted.
I’d never tell him, though. Not after all the games, not after he’d jailed me in a nightmare and told me he’d murder me. “Please just stop this, let me go.”
My body was shaking, and I was only able to move about an inch in any direction. It was painful and I was stuck, unable to find relief.