10
A NIGHT TO REMEBER
ADRIANA
I t's almost eight and I'm dreading tonight. I adjust my hair again, looking for any reason to stay in the bathroom. I don’t want to face the horror that waits for me outside this room.
Having dinner with one demon is a nightmare. Having dinner with two might be the worst thing I can imagine.
Enzo's stayed away, giving me the space I wanted. It hasn't helped me settle and I don't feel any calmer. The time's gone by too fast and not nearly quickly enough, and now I've only got a few precious minutes to myself.
I walk into my closet and eye the two boxes left for me on an ottoman. They're both beautifully wrapped and whatever they contain will be extravagant. Expensive. Elegant.
Because that's Enzo's taste.
I pick the smaller one up and fiddle with the ribbon. The velvet bow comes undone easily and the paper underneath it falls away, revealing a jewelry box. I snap it open, and there's a pair of aquamarine drop earrings.
They match my eyes.
They are absolutely stunning.
The asshole really does have exquisite taste.
I run my fingers over the larger box, certain it contains clothes. I assume Enzo's noted my dress size and when I lift the lid, it isn't what I'm expecting.
Fuck.
I'm screwed.
Thin black lace that's far too small to be decent sits on a paper bed, and its delicacy doesn’t detract from how intimidating the bodysuit is. There's hardly anything to it and the bands that hold the lace in place will only highlight my curves instead of conceal them.
I groan and ignore the awkward, uncomfortable feeling as I struggle into the damn thing. I’ve never worn anything like this, and it’s not designed to be practical.
The girl staring back at me in the mirror looks sexy. Desirable. The kind of girl men would fight over.
I don't recognize her.
I don't want to be her.
I put the earrings in and pick out the short, sequined dress Enzo seemed so taken with a few days ago. It's far too short, but at least it covers almost everything else. Everything, including the bodysuit.
The doorbell rings, and my time has run out. Tonight's here whether I'm ready or not—and I'm not ready.
This dress wasn't designed to be done up in a hurry and I'm running late. My arm twists behind my back as I force the zip up, maneuvering the damn thing up my back.
“Baby.”
I am now officially late.
“Coming,” I say, yelling back.
I adjust the dress, yanking it down as far as I can, and tussle my hair. I groan, catch a breath—and lie to myself that it's going to be fine as I leave the bedroom.
“I don't like being kept...”
I catch Enzo's eye as I walk down the staircase and he stiffens. Every muscle strains, ready to tear the world apart, and his heavy breathing sends a wave of fear through me. His eyes are pitch black and he's about to murder someone.
It looks that someone is me.
The man standing next to him crosses his arms as his head flicks between us. He's not sure what to make of what's happening and when he takes a step away from Enzo, I know I'm in real trouble.
“I made my expectations quite clear, baby.”
I shudder as I walk down the stairs and toward him, ignoring the panic making my stomach tie itself in knots. Enzo's enraged, and he's making damn sure I'm aware of how angry he is. Of how great this infraction is. Of how bad my punishment will be.
The problem is, I don't understand what I've done. He's clearly pissed, but I don't know why.
“Was I unclear?”
I'm confused, and it's showing.
Enzo steps forward and grabs my arm, harshly.
“Why aren't you wearing what I gave you?”
I blink and my lip trembles as his fingers dig into my arm.
“I am.”
His jaw ticks and Byron whistles low.
“Manners,” Enzo snarls.
“Sir.”
My response is instantaneous and laced with fear. I'm clearly pushing buttons, but I don't understand what's going on.
Enzo closes his eyes and pinches his nose, stepping back.
“Only the things I gave you, Adriana.” My face turns red and Enzo smirks. “Tonight is formal for you, baby. Turn around.”
I shake as I spin slowly and Enzo's hands guide me until I'm facing Byron. They grip my shoulders, firmly but not harshly, and I shake, certain of what's coming.
“This is Byron. He's here to meet you. We should do this properly, baby.”
He pulls the zip down in one fast movement and slips the dress from my shoulders. It falls to the floor and I'm left standing wearing a few black straps and some lace that claims to be a bodysuit.
My hands move to cover me, and Enzo grabs them, pulling them behind me.
“She's fucking stunning,” Byron says, not attempting to conceal the way his eyes wander over my body. “Her tits are fucking perfect. And her legs. And her ass. Will you share?”
Enzo growls, and I step back into him.
“She isn't ready,” Byron sighs. “It's a pity. When she is, or when you decide you want it, let me know. I assume we're eating something other than pussy, then?”
Enzo laughs, but it's a warning to both of us. Byron's interest isn't to Enzo's liking, and he's marking his territory. And it's a warning to me that the stakes have just risen and I need to be careful.
“Let's eat,” Enzo announces, releasing one of my hands and taking me by the other. He pulls out a bar stool and lifts me onto it, leaving Byron to take a seat while he fetches the wine.
“Red?” he asks the other demon.
“Sure,” Byron replies. “Are you going to tell me how you found her?”
Enzo slides a glass over to me and I drink, letting their conversation wash over me. I eat the food placed in front of me, ignore Byron's leering gaze, and drink slowly, pacing myself. The alcohol is numbing the agony of the evening, but I don't want to drink so much I get drunk.
“Baby?”
I lift my head and realize I've been watching my finger circle the rim of my wineglass. I've lost track of the conversation and now I don't know what to say or do.
“Sorry, I was thinking about something else for a moment.” I swallow. “Sir.”
Enzo sighs, exasperated. “I asked if you wanted to move to the sitting room?”
I nod, smile, and take his hand, using silence to avoid having to call him by his title.
He leads me to the sitting area, pulling me onto to the sofa. Enzo's careful and adjusts my position until I'm kneeling next to him, tucked in the space under his arm next to his body. He's showing me off as much as signaling I belong to him, and Byron stares, tilting his head as he follows my body down.
“Her ass is spectacular, Enzo.”
“It is,” he replies, trailing a finger down the center of my back.
Byron leans forward and sucks air between his teeth. “She is special. I'd congratulate you if I weren't so damn jealous.”
Enzo's fingers move further down my back and I know the game he's playing.
She's mine, not yours.
You can look, but not touch.
I'll do what I want, and you won't stop me.
It's crude. It's despicable. It violates my self-worth.
It's turning me on.
Enzo's claiming me as his and there's not a damn thing Byron can do about it.
My clit throbs, and it's uncomfortable. I shift my weight and Enzo's hand grabs my waist.
“Still, baby. Stop fidgeting.”
He stares at me and for a moment he makes me feel like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. That I'm precious. That I'm cared for. Worshipped and adored.
I move my legs again and Enzo turns me so I'm facing him. He lifts my chin and his stare intensifies, putting me even more on edge.
“I said stay still.”
He kisses me and I'm surprised by the noise I make, moaning into his mouth.
“Fuck, that sound,” Byron rasps.
Enzo's hand slips to my ass and I stay completely still. Frozen. Heart racing, butterflies fluttering, pussy aching.
“Enzo, can I change your mind? I'll be gentle with her. I'll give you something in exchange. Something you want. Almost anything.”
Enzo's muscles bulge as he tenses. “She's mine and you forget your place.”
“Lord, I've rarely asked for much. You've never been unwilling to share before.”
I moan as Enzo's fingers dig into my ass and I'm ready to admit I'm aroused. The atmosphere is charged and his touch is electric, and when I look over my shoulder, the sight of Byron coming undone only heightens my excitement.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
I turn and Enzo's staring at me, eyes darker than the darkest night. He's impossible and the amusement in his face has me feeling all sorts of things I shouldn't. All sorts of wickedly exciting things.
“Byron's making a very generous offer, Adriana. His unconditional loyalty in all ways and for all eternity for some time with you.” He runs his knuckles down my cheek, catching my bottom lip with his thumb and pulling it down. “It's tempting. But I'm not inclined to share you.”
I shake my head and arch an eyebrow. Enzo's eyes question what I'm doing and I decide to be bold. Assertive. Insane.
I bite his thumb and he gasps, smirking as he pushes it further into my mouth.
“You're in luck,” he says to Byron. “She's just walked herself into a world of trouble. You can watch, but you do not touch her.”
I grate my teeth down his thumb, and Enzo pulls it away, smashing his mouth onto mine. He's rough and quickly takes control, leaving me panting as I try to keep up with him.
“So much trouble, baby.”
He gropes my breast through the thin lace and my nipples catch on the fabric. He pinches one hard, and I whelp as pain shoots straight to my clit. Enzo doesn't stop, pinching and twisting as I cry and arch my back, held in place as I protest and my clit throbs.
I'm hauled onto his lap, unceremoniously turned around and my back's pulled against his chest. Enzo wraps his hand around my throat, tight enough to hold me and force an arch in my back again.
“He wants to watch.”
Excitement ripples through me and a sound I've never heard before rolls off my chest.
“I'm going to show you off, Adriana.” He pulls my thighs further apart with his knees and tips my head back. “You started this and now I'm going to finish it.”
I nod and pant as my arousal burns hotter and his hands play with my body. He pulls the lace back, exposing my nipples, and plays with them. I'm vaguely aware that the other demon's groaning, but I'm far too lost with Enzo to give a shit, desperate for Enzo's hands to go lower.
He teases me, going achingly slow and enjoying my agony as I need more. My clit’s on fire and every pulse sends another tantalizing beat of pleasure through it, making my pussy clench and drip. When Enzo's hand dips between my legs, I grind into him, begging for the release I'm craving.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Let's show Byron the pretty pussy he's never going to fuck.”
Enzo unfastens the bodysuit and pulls my legs wider apart, spreading them so nothing's left hidden.
“Fuck,” Byron rasps.
“I intend to,” Enzo laughs back. “Just as soon as I've finished tasting her.”
I moan and writhe as Enzo plays with my clit. The pleasure is insane and I want more. I need more. I'd do almost anything for more. His fingers dip inside me and he pulls them out, thrusting them into my mouth and demanding I suck. I groan and he laughs, thrusting his fingers inside me again, and this time I watch as he licks them clean.
“Ready for my cock, baby?”
I nod eagerly, grinding against the solid dick that's digging into me.
“Take it out. Stroke it. If you do it right, I'll fuck you with it.”
I'm fast and my fingers wrap around his dick, stroking frantically as I try to do enough to get his cock inside me.
“Lord, please.”
My eyes snap to Byron's, and he's on the verge of losing control. He's straining against whatever insanity is brewing inside him, and every muscle is tense. Every muscle is strained as he tries to control himself.
“You don't come, Byron. You may please yourself, but you don't fucking come.”
He groans and yanks his cock out, relieved as he strokes its thick, full length. He's smaller than Enzo but still intimidating and he stares, transfixed by the sight of my hand wrapped around Enzo's cock as it nudges the entrance of my pussy.
“I'm the only male who comes because of my girl.” Enzo bites my neck, grabbing my hair and holding my head still. “Look at him, baby. Look what you've done to him. He's fucking desperate for your cunt. Watch him fall apart as I fuck you.”
Enzo thrusts into me and I gasp, filled to the brim as his cock slides against me and touches all the right places. Byron's eyes burn as he stares, watching my hips move in time with Enzo, as his cock thrusts into me over and over.
“Such a good girl taking Daddy's cock.”
I whimper and Byron groans, fisting himself harder as he chases a pleasure he's being denied.
Enzo thrusts harder and faster and I struggle to match his pace. I'm losing my rhythm and we're not in sync. It's great but not spectacular and I want more. I hesitate, certain my inexperience is showing.
“Stay still, baby girl,” Enzo grunts, tightening his grip to hold me still. “Let Daddy fuck your almost virgin cunt.”
He moves impossibly fast, pumping hard as I scream and moan. His cock is so damn big and my pussy's still so sore that I'm left managing a mix of pleasure and pain.
It's heavenly in the most depraved, sinful way.
I'm shaking as Enzo holds me and fucks me relentlessly and I stare at Byron, who's as lost in arousal as I am.
“I need to come. Please, Sir,” he pleads.
“No,” Enzo snarls. “Adriana can come as often as she damn well wants, but not you. Not tonight. My cock is the only one taking pleasure from her precious, perfect cunt.”
His words are filthy, and they take me to the brink of climax. I'm so close it's painful and my pussy clenches around his cock, trying to squeeze an orgasm out of him.
“Please, Daddy.”
“Fucking good girl,” Enzo growls, dropping his fingers to my clit. “Come on Daddy's cock. Byron wants to see you come for Daddy.”
I shatter as my climax tears through me and Enzo drives harder, prolonging the waves of pleasure that wash through me.
“Fuck, she's special,” Byron moans, his breathing almost as ragged as mine.
“She's mine,” Enzo says, roaring as he loses his rhythm and his movements turn frantic. “Daddy's going to fill you with his come, baby girl.”
He roars his release, and I groan in relief until I realize he isn't stopping. His cock's still hard as a fucking rock and it's still pounding into me. Enzo's come is dripping out of me, coating my thighs and he doesn't care, continuing to fuck me.
“How can...”
Words fail me, and I lose myself to the arousal pulsing through me.
“Demon cock is different, baby.” Enzo's hand tightens around my throat. “I'm going to keep fucking you until you’re spent. I want you exhausted and then I might fuck you in your sleep. How does that sound, baby girl?”
I moan. “Daddy, please...”
“Please what?”
“I need to come again.”
Byron groans and his cock weeps precome everywhere. His face is strained and his body taut, unable to achieve the release he so desperately needs.
“Come, baby girl. Remind our friend how fucking hot you are when you shatter.”
My pussy clenches and another orgasm rips through me. My pussy contracts again and again, and I claw at my chest, tearing at my skin as I try to relieve the burning spreading over it.
“So. Fucking. Hot.” Enzo growls. “Again.”
I whimper and I'm begging him to stop when his fingers flick over my clit and he forces another orgasm. I scream and my lungs burn, struggling to keep up with the demands of my body.
Enzo's fingers stroke my clit and his cock hits the perfect spot inside me over and over. I'm lost, I'm dazed, I'm oblivious and mumbling incoherently as I tip my head back and look at him.
Our eyes meet and his are perfect. Pure black with glittering gold and rims of scarlet burning bright.
“Fucking beautiful, baby.”
He covers my open mouth with his, kissing me like he's trying to steal my soul. I writhe and his thrusts become more frantic, chasing another high. Enzo pinches my clit as he comes and I collapse as my body's destroyed and my pussy tightens around his cock, milking any come it can from it.
“Perfect, baby girl.”
He eases out of me, and I blink, trying to focus.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
My eyes make out the delighted smile that lights his face before they close, losing their battle against the post orgasm bliss.
“She's mine. Am I fucking clear?”
“Yes, Sir,” he says back, barely breathing.
“Good. You can come when you're back in whatever hovel you call home. Now, fuck off and leave us so we can enjoy a long and pleasurable evening.”