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“Fuck . . . fuck . . . oh god,” I breathed. I held my vibrator to my pulsing clit as I orgasmed. I threw my head back. My breasts jutted into the air, and my hips rolled against my hand, and I held the toy against my weeping cunt.
This was my sixth orgasm, and I was still so fucking hungry.
I felt wrong for touching myself, especially after what had happened with my dad, but my body was strung tight and I was constantly turned on. My panties were always soaked with my arousal.
After getting into an argument with Lucien, all I could think about was shutting him up with my mouth on his. While he berated me, I imagined shoving him into the chair behind the desk and freeing his dick from his pants so I could ride him. Lucien gave off the impression that he would choke me while he fucked me.
I shuddered, and my inner walls spasmed as I worked closer to my next orgasm. Even if masturbation wouldn’t help, it was worth a try.
I kept the rose-shaped toy pressed to my throbbing clit. My toes curled, and I arched my back, spreading my legs wider as I imagined it was Lucien touching me right now. My hand shot to my breast, and I shoved up my sweater to cup the heavy mound in my palm. I squeezed it hard, sending a bite of pain through my body. A soft moan slipped past my lips, and I pinched my hardened nipple between my fingers.
“Oh fuck,” I whimpered as my orgasm built, the first tide of it knocking the air from my lungs.
“You know that won’t work, right?”
I yelled, shot up from my bed, and yanked my covers to my chest. My vibrator fell to the ground, buzzing against the wood. I winced, looking between Daiman and the toy, unsure what to do. I didn’t want any of my family to hear the sound and come up here to investigate. The last thing I wanted was to be around Dad and risk him touching me again.
Daiman leaned against my bedroom door, tattooed arms folded over his chest and his legs crossed at the ankles. I didn’t miss the large bulge in his pants. Daiman’s dark eyes fixed on me, lust flaring within them as he looked me over. His nostrils flared as he filled his lungs with my musky sex scent.
“How long have you been watching?” I said.
He stared at me with hooded eyes, his lips tipped down in a scowl like it pained him to stand there and not touch me. “Long enough to watch you orgasm two times.” His attention moved to my chest, then to the ground, where the vibrator still buzzed against the floor. He peered back at my flushed face. “I can help you with your little problem.”
I stepped backward until I came next to the toy, snatched it up, and then turned it off. “I don’t need your help. I’m fine,” I snapped and tossed my vibrator into my nightstand’s drawer. My legs trembled from the exertion I’d spent with them up in the air while I tried to take care of thislittle problem.
Okay,bigproblem.
He raised an eyebrow. “You need to be filled with cum and energy to survive, but you’re using a toy to make yourself come your brains out, hoping it’ll be enough to sustain you. That’s what you callfine?” He scoffed.
I clenched my teeth together and glared at him.
“So you plan to starve yourself and force your demon to come out and possibly kill someone?” he asked, his voice pitched lower.
A scent filled my nose. A light sweat peppered my skin, and my pussy throbbed with need. It smelled so good. It was musky but also filled with a spice I’d never encountered before now. My already hard nipples became sensitive, making me moan when they brushed against the confines of my bra. Daiman had to have been using some kind of sex magic on me, trying to lure me to him.
I swallowed hard, remembering Alex and how I basically sucked the soul out of his dick. “Yep,” I squeaked.
“Pathetic.” He rolled his eyes and pushed away from the door, dropping his arms to his sides. He prowled toward me, his hungry gaze looking me over and undressing me with his eyes. “You realize I can pin you down and force you to feed, right?”
I backed away a step, then another as he stepped into my personal space and towered over me. He leaned forward, placing his palms on the nightstand to cage me in so I wouldn’t escape. Pleasure and excitement surged through my veins, making my heart beat faster.
“I didn’t take you for a rapist,” I whispered.
“I’m a demon, little succubus. I hold no morals like humans do. But I promise you’ll love everything I do to you.” He held my stare as he crowded me. Now that he was closer to me, I could see that his eyes were dark crimson. It reminded me of a jewel made from blood.
The backs of my legs bumped into my nightstand. The lamp rattled on the table, and I hoped it wouldn’t fall. It stopped, still standing upright.
“I don’t think I’ll like anything you do to me,” I bit out. My cheeks warmed with a blush, and I squeezed my thighs together to stop the ache throbbing in my core.
He smirked, flashing a sharp canine tooth. “Is that a challenge, succubus?”
“No.” I raised my chin, glaring up at him.
I want this man to force me.
Shame crept into my mind. I shouldn’t have had these thoughts about Lucien and Daiman when I had a boyfriend. I’d been sexually assaulted the day before and shouldn’t have wanted anyone to touch me.
