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Chapter Eleven
Luciana
As I’m walking to the courtyard to meet Sebastian, I get a text from him to meet in his office instead.
I go in through the back door of the winery, up the stairs to the second floor as he’d indicated. There aren’t many rooms up here. As soon as I hit the hallway, I know which office is his—the one with the open door at the far end of the hall, which takes up one entire end of the building. I stride past the smaller rooms on each side, heading for his suite.
It’s an impressive space. Distressed wood floors, huge floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides which overlook the rolling hills of his property. A massive black desk sits dead center. Vases of white orchids dot the room, and expensive paintings highlight each wall.
“Luciana.” Sebastian looks up from his desk. “Can I get you a drink?”
I don’t bother pointing out that it’s only ten in the morning. “Sure, thanks.”
Sebastian rises and walks over to a small bronze tray table in front of one of the windows, picking up a crystal decanter of amber liquid and pouring it into two glasses. He lifts one of them and looks at me, so I walk over and take it from his outstretched hand. Our fingers brush for a moment and heat rushes between us. Sebastian’s pale eyes meet mine.
“Did you sleep?” he asks with a smirk.
“I slept fine.” I hold his gaze and take a sip of my drink. Bourbon. I prefer Scotch, obviously, but bourbon is fine in a pinch.
“You prefer something else?” he asks, somehow sensing it.
I wave a hand. “I’m good. Thanks.”
He takes a step closer to me. His demon energy rolls across me, around me. “You climaxed last night,” he says, his voice a low roll of thunder. “Twice.”
I blink, and my heart flutters. “How do you know that?”
“Desire is one of my areas of expertise,” Sebastian purrs, taking another step toward me. He reaches up and brushes the hair back from my left cheek, then leans into me and inhales deeply. He has a sexy line of stubble along his jaw that makes me want to touch him. “You thought of me when you touched yourself. Didn’t you?”
My heart goes from flutter to all-out racing. “You think very highly of yourself.”
“All that protesting yesterday,” he murmurs, his nose brushing the tip of my ear as he nuzzles into my hair. “If you’d wanted me, all you had to do was ask.”
“You were being a bit of a dick,” I whisper, trying not to sound too breathy, and failing. Big time.
He runs one hand around the small of my back and pulls me into him so I can feel the growing length of his cock pressing against my sex. My breath hitches. I don’t want to want him like this. But it’s unstoppable, this desire raging through me.
“I have a question for you,” Sebastian says, languid and seductive, his breath tickling my neck.
“Yes?” I’m trying not to drop my bourbon, but it’s hard to think about anything but Sebastian’s body pressed against mine.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were part demon?”
I freeze and arch back away from him so I can see his face, though he keeps one arm around my back, holding my lower body in place. “Why would I?”
He shrugs. “You feel like a witch, and that’s what I thought you were at first. But when I do this—” The hand that’s on my lower back shifts down lower, sliding under my emerald-green dress and between my thighs—“The signature of your magic changes.”
I can feel my power swirl out around us to meet his own magic. His cool and silky and dark, mine heat and fire and burning stars. A small whimper rises from my throat as the tip of Sebastian’s finger grazes my opening.
“Which of your parents is a demon?” He asks, slowly running his finger along my slit.
A shudder moves through me. “My mother,” I say, summoning the lie quickly.
“You’re a good liar,” Sebastian responds.
Without warning, he plunges his finger into me. I cry out and my knees buckle. The glass of bourbon goes crashing to the floor and shatters into a million pieces, and Sebastian grabs me by the ass cheeks and lifts me. A moment later he’s spinning and pressing me face forward against his desk.
He leans into me from behind, his erection like a steel cannister. He rubs it into my ass, grinding me against the desk as another moan rips from my throat. I can hear him unbuckle his belt, and a moment later the metallic snick of his zipper. His hands grab my waist, then move down the sides of my thighs before yanking up my dress.
