A Deal in Darkness (Dark and Devilish #2)

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DANCING WITH DEMONS

ADRIANA

E nzo passes me a book and I snatch it from him, desperate to occupy myself on an evening that drags on. The seconds pass in agony and the minutes move even slower. An unhurried night with Enzo isn’t what I want.

“Put a dress on,” he commands. “A sexy one. With heels.”

“We’re going out?”

That devious grin spreads from one ear to the other and he leans forward, leering at me standing in underwear that leaves nothing to the imagination. Enzo likes to watch me, and he isn’t subtle about admiring my curves. He often makes me twirl for him or wanders over to touch me, invariably groping my breasts or ass.

I used to despise it, and now I like it.

I’ve not only grown accustomed to his attention, I’ve started seeking it.

I pick scandalous lingerie when I’m permitted a choice and make sure it looks good. I catch myself parading around in front of him, taking poses that flaunt my long legs or make my ass tighter and my waist a little thinner.

Enzo has changed me with little effort and I don’t know how to handle my emotions. I like my confidence and the way he’s made me accept my body, for all its flaws, and he’s helped quiet the nagging voices that tell me I’m not pretty enough. Or the wrong kind of pretty. The blatant objectification ought to be offensive and it doesn’t sit comfortably.

It's also fucking thrilling. Exhilarating . My heart flutters and my clit throbs every time I catch him staring, and that’s got me in a state of permanent excitement. I’m eager to please him and perpetually agitated in a way that makes my pussy ache.

“Get dressed, baby.”

He leans back and stretches his arms across the sofa, watching as I walk away, showing him my ass as I saunter up the stairs. I’m teasing Enzo and playing with fire. We both know it and I might get burned.

I choose a dress that almost isn’t trying to cover my ass. Its open back is so revealing I’d never have tried it on, let alone bought it, but Enzo insisted and he’s right: I look hot in it. My blonde hair cascades down my back and when I move, it reveals my skin as the dress shimmies and draws attention to my legs. The sky-high heels make them look longer and leaner, yet somehow allow me to walk.

Enzo finishes his vodka and offers me his arm, escorting me to the car and refusing to say anymore. The neon lights of London’s night flash and blur as we drive in silence, and Enzo drags his finger up my thigh, playing with the hem of my dress. He’s teasing me, and when his fingertip finds my lace underwear, I adjust myself to give him better access.

“Is my slut asking to play?”

I whimper and his hand grabs my hair, pulling my head down into his lap. Enzo unbuckles his belt and unzips his fly, pulling out his hard cock. It’s still intimidatingly big and I don’t feel confident about handling this. Handling it.

“Open, Adi. I don’t like to wait.”

He thrusts my head onto him and I’m left with little choice but to accommodate him. His cock fills my mouth and it’s so damn hard there’s no room for maneuver and the angle isn’t helping. Enzo pushes my head down and groans as his dick slides further back and its tip catches my throat.

“Take it, baby.” Enzo pulls my head up and I adjust my arms, finding a hold that takes my weight. “You asked for this and now you’re going to take all of me as I fuck your throat.”

Enzo thrusts up as he pushes my head down and his cock slides down my throat. It’s hard and fast, and I gag, struggling to take the sheer size of his dick. Saliva drools out of my mouth as I splutter, trying to breathe and move and avoid gagging and make this pleasurable for him—it’s a level of multitasking I’m failing to manage and Enzo doesn’t care.

He sets a pace that’s relentless, and he isn’t slowing down. I try to yank my head back, seeking control and his hand holds me down, forcing me to take his cock so far down my throat I can’t breathe.

“Stop fighting me,” he growls. “You’re mine, Adi. Mine to fuck and mine to pleasure. Mine to do whatever the fuck I want with and you’re going to take my cock like the whore I know you are.”

The pressure releases and I pull my head back, grabbing air before my lungs explode. My chest is burning and it tightens as Enzo thrusts his cock back into me, ignoring my distress as he fucks my mouth. He’s rough and every cry I make only gives him more pleasure.

“Daddy’s going to come down your throat. You can relax and fucking enjoy sucking his cock or not, but this is fucking happening, baby girl.”

I’ve got no choice but to endure this and Enzo groans louder and his cock weeps precum into my mouth. It’s sweet and tangy, like blood oranges and strawberries laced with the sharpness of lime. My tongue delights in its taste and I chase the high I’m getting from it.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good, baby.”

I moan and Enzo releases his grip a little, and the pain searing across my scalp eases.

“There you go,” Enzo grunts, still controlling my movements as his dick slides in and out of my throat. “You look so damn pretty sucking Daddy's cock. Give me more, baby.”

Saliva drips out of my mouth and tears stream down my face. I'm a mess, but I don't care. I'm finding this easier and more enjoyable and the taste of Enzo's cock makes my mouth want more and sets my arousal soaring. My cheeks hollow and I try to match his relentless rhythm, eventually conceding defeat again and relaxing as his cock moves freely.

His fingers tighten around my hair and his cock swells, blocking my air off as he rams it harder down my throat. He's close and my breathing's frantic. I snatch air whenever his erratic rhythm allows for it and his moans deepen until a deep growl rolls off his chest.

He comes without warning, spilling hot, sticky come into my mouth as his thrusts turn lazy. I'm swallowing as best as I can, but there's more come than I can keep up with and when he pulls my head up, it leaks out of my mouth, dripping down my chin and onto my chest.

“Fucking beautiful, baby girl.”

The car stops, and Enzo tucks his dick away, adjusting himself. I'm pulling my hair out of the way as he runs his thumb over my chin, scooping up the mess I've made and feeding it back to me. His hands cup my face and warmth spreads across it, making me smile as it soothes and calms me.

“There we go. You almost wouldn't guess you'd sucked me off on the way here.” Enzo smirks and his chest broadens. “The smell of my come on your breath gives it away, but otherwise you're the picture of innocence.”

His fingers slide up my legs until they're teasing my clit.

“Best behavior, Adriana. I expect complete obedience. Be good and you'll get a reward later.”

I want my goddamn reward now. The asshole has my clit pulsing with desire and my pussy dripping for his cock, and he damn well knows it.

“Over my lap, baby.”

Like an idiot, I obey him and he lifts my skirt, running his hands over my ass. His fingers tease my entrance and then rub my clit until I'm unable to control my moans.

“Are you going to be a good girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He hums and something presses against my ass, pushing into it before I know what's happening. I shriek as my ass stretches to accommodate the cold, hard plug, and the release when it finds its fit sends a bolt of pleasure to my cunt.

“It stays in all night, sweet girl.”

Enzo pulls my dress down and pushes me up. The plug shifts and its weight presses on all the right places, giving me a taste of what I'm about to endure.

“You. Do. Not. Come.”

He taps the door and it opens, letting him exit. He turns and offers me his hand, guiding me out of the car and to the entrance of a nightclub. An exclusive one from the exterior that imposes itself on the world and lets everyone know almost no one's getting in.

“There's been a terrible...” The host stammers. “We were not expecting you tonight, Mr. Antico. I'll arrange for your usual table.”

Enzo nods and slides his hand into the small of my back. He beams at me and I glance around, staring at the dark walls with gold details that make the space more opulent. Everything is expensive and the music is exclusive.

“I thought you would want to dance tonight.”

I nod and then stiffen, aware of the plug sitting in my ass. My butt clenches, the pressure increases, and my pussy aches, aware of how excruciating this evening's going to be.

“Absolute obedience, Adriana.”

The host returns and escorts us through the club, leading us to a table in an even more exclusive area. Enzo thanks her as I sit and he whispers something in her ear before joining me, draping his arm over my shoulder possessively.

A bucket with champagne arrives and Enzo hands me a glass. I drink and watch the girls dancing in the middle of the room, envious of the way their bodies move with the music. It's flowing through them and their limbs move in time with it, effortlessly graceful and spectacularly seductive. Their hair streams behind them, spiraling golds and ambers and onyx around them, leaving a blur of colors on the dance floor. They dance freely in the open space, uninhibited because the usual crowds you'd find in a club aren't here—it's busy but not packed, alive but with room to breathe.

“Did you want to dance, baby?”

I shake my head, lying.

I do, but I can't move like the other girls and I'll only embarrass myself. Worse, the plug will make every move more intense and I'm afraid of the unfamiliar sensation. Afraid I'll like it. It's already setting me on edge in all the right ways and moving only excites me more.

“Adi, don't make me punish you. I'll bend you over this table and spank your pert ass if you try it again tonight.”

I squeal and jump while Enzo summons one woman over. He growls in her ear as he dominates her with his body, asserting his will without any difficulty.

She shudders for a moment and offers me her hand, leading me to the dance floor.

“He's very taken with you,” she giggles. “I'm Susanna, but my friends all call me Plum. Don't ask, I won't tell.”

We move to the music and I begin to relax, ignoring Enzo's ebony eyes which track me around the dancefloor. The plug moves just enough to remind me it's there and I'm able to ignore it most of the time, only reminded about it when I focus on it. Gradually, my inhibitions lift and I move with the other girls. Less graceful, but just as free. Just as happy now, my self-consciousness has evaporated.

My fingers run through my hair as I twirl and we laugh, enjoying ourselves as the music carries us through the night. I spin and glance at Enzo, connecting with his eyes before I turn and dance away. I'm teasing him and he drinks his champagne, probably planning his revenge. I don't care and I pull the same trick over and over, grinning as his attention never falters and he seems more obsessed than ever.

Our game's interrupted when a tall, muscular man strides across the room, taking a seat at our table. I watch them closely as I dance. And whoever he is, he's changed Enzo's demeanor in an instant. Enzo is alert, primed for action, and his gaze is more intense, more focused. The enjoyable night has ended and the body language suggests tense words are being exchanged.

Enzo summons me over and I comply, pulling a chair up next to him.

“Let me see her,” the other man growls.

Enzo's eyebrow arches and his hands grab my waist, slowly spinning me around.

“I'd heard you were rather taken with a new plaything. I can see why, Amaymon. She is quite the find. Does she have a sister?”

Enzo pulls me onto his lap and I'm glad to be somewhere safe. Relatively safe. For now.

“She does not. Adriana, meet Elgios. He's a Duke of Hell. You will mind your manners.”

I nod and wave my hand awkwardly and they both laugh darkly.

“She's a delightful acquisition. It must give you much pleasure to take from her. If you wish to share or grow weary of her, I insist on first refusal. Perhaps you'll want to punish her, and I'm sure I could oblige.”

My weight shifts and Enzo's arm tightens around my waist, pulling me into his lap.

“Your interest is noted, old friend. Adriana is still new and she holds my interest. I do not see myself growing bored with her anytime soon. Maybe in a few centuries...”

They laugh loudly, amused by their own depravity as my stomach twists and disgust sweeps through me, making me nauseous. Enzo tucks my hair behind my ear and strokes my face, and I don't know if he's soothing me or tormenting the other demon, who's staring at me like he wants to fuck me on the table.

“We were discussing your problem, Amaymon. I'm aware of the rumors. They’re inconvenient if rather fantastical. Perhaps too fantastical to believe. I'm prepared to assist you for my usual terms.”

“Your usual terms don't apply, Elgios. You'll do this for a considerably more reasonable price.”

The demon laughs and his eyes turn a startling shade of violet, contrasting with his white hair and inked skin.

“Go fuck yourself, old friend. My usual terms or none.” The violet eyes flick toward me and slowly descend my center. “Or her. A night with her. Alone.”

Enzo growls, and his muscles ripple with rage. He's becoming hotter too and the warmth is not pleasant. It's the fire of anger and I exhale, certain I won't be traded like I'm nothing more than a possession.

“She's not for sale, Elgios.”

“Pity,” he replies, drumming his fingers on the table. “She'd have enjoyed it, and I’d make sure she returned to you with a few new skills. My usual terms it is then.”

The club seems darker than earlier and shadows wrap around my ankles, rising from the floor and already encasing Enzo's thighs. My heart races as the tension rises and the two demons square off against each other, neither willing to concede, and both enraged and infuriated by the other.

My fingers dig into Enzo's thighs as I cling to him and I stutter a breath, unable to contain the anxiety coursing through me. I'm where I don't want to be and I close my eyes, trying to escape whatever nightmare I've found myself in.

My ears ring as my body hurtles into Enzo's chest, flung against him by a force too powerful to resist. My heart pounds with every desperate beat as we hurtle back, colliding with a wall and slumping to the ground.

An arm shields me from a chair as furniture flies and shatters on impact. The air burns my lungs as I splutter, struggling to breathe as I shake, unable to focus on anything. My vision is as confused as I am and I'm panicking, wondering what the fuck is going on.