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  His warm breath in her ear, his words, him saying her name, warmed her, spiked her want for him. She reached down and grabbed him as her legs squeezed, pulling their bodies together, impaling herself on his cock. Her head fell back as she ground against him, him filling her completely.

  The scene before Rydin hypnotized him. Valia reared back, her nipples peeking above the water with her grinding movements on his dick, her moans of pleasure as the light of the moons bathed her. Beauty, perfection… Those words didn’t do her justice.

  He didn’t fully understand what had possessed him to bring her to this place. Not exactly revenge-like behavior, but to hell with it. This sumptuous picture would be burned into his mind for the rest of eternity. Totally worth it.

  Valia was the most beautiful, sensual creature he’d ever seen. In this moment, he treasured her, wanted nothing more than to please her, give her anything she wanted. She was dangerous to him, he knew it. She fogged his brain, made him feel things, made him want more. More what, he hadn’t figured out yet, but he didn’t want to lose this feeling.

  Valia jerked up, her eyes squeezed shut, her breathing quickening, fingers digging into his shoulders.

  “Come for me, Valia. When I feel your exquisite cunt clench around my dick, I’ll fill you with my seed.”

  Her eyes flew open questioningly, suspiciously, but her hips moved faster, grinding them together fervently. Damn, would he ever experience such passion again? He couldn’t imagine feeling so fulfilled by another female. Fulfilled? What was she doing to him? Making him feel so full of life, so desired, so intense.

  She gasped and moaned and her legs squeezed so tightly around him, he thought a rib might crack. “Feels so… Rydin, I’m…” The water sloshed around them as her movements became more frantic.

  He thrust against her as she stilled, her head hanging back, mouth open as her orgasm overtook her. Rydin followed, the burning pleasure spearing from his balls, up his shaft. He bellowed as he buried himself deep inside her and shot his seed into her welcoming pussy.

  He slumped forward, resting his forehead between her breasts, her heartbeat pounding, the water licking at their skin.

  “Wow,” she breathed.

  He shuddered and groaned as her tongue slid across one of his horns, the sensation too much to bear in his already over-sensitized state.

  She giggled. “I’ve been dying to do that.”

  Rydin looked up into her face, shining in the light of the moons. Her half-lidded golden eyes sparkling. As much as he’d like to stand in the water, their naked bodies pressed together, forever, he needed to get her back to his home. He already sensed onlookers right outside the boundary of the lighted area. He didn’t care for himself but the thought of other demons seeing her, lusting after her, disgusted him.

  He carried her to the shoreline and used his clothes to wipe her dry before quickly covering her with the silken lingerie and ported them home. He would have simply ported them from the water, but he didn’t want to leave the nightie. He’d bought it for her and he hadn’t missed her excitement at the gift.

  “Hungry?” he asked as he grabbed a towel from the dresser and tossed it to her to dry her hair, then grabbed another, drying himself before pulling on a pair of sweats.

  She caught the towel, bending side to side, squeezing the water out of her hair. “Nope. Not anymore.”

  The soul-searing smile she bestowed upon him, dazzled him. He didn’t like to think of anyone else being treated to such a prize as that. It was his and his alone. At least for a little while longer and he made a mental note to do something that would bring it out of her again soon.

  He scooped her up and carried her to the bed and climbed in behind her. “Sleep, Sempire.”

  “Yes, Rydie.”

  * * * * *

  Rydin awakened to a fantastic sensation. Valia’s warm body pressed to his. Her free arm draped across his chest and her leg bent and blanketing his dick. And the damn sheets. He hated to admit it but the softness of the sheets felt great.

  He inhaled her pineapple scent and decided he’d never wash the sheets. It’d be a shame to lose her fragrance after she left and today was his last day with her. He fought against the shitty mood suddenly threatening to consume him. He’d make the most of this day and then he’d let her go and he’d go on with his life as he had before.

  The stabbing pain of Debol’s summons made him jerk upright in bed dislodging Valia’s delicious body from his and drawing a grunt from her.

  “Wow,” she brushed hair out of her face and sat up. “Fucked-up way to wake a girl.”

  “It was certainly not the way I had in mind,” he ground out.

  “What’s the prob?”

  “Fucking Debol.”

  Valia tugged at his shoulders. “Forget him. Take a few minutes to wake me properly,” her suggestive tone engaged his lust and the fact he couldn’t act on it pissed him off. Hell, the reason he couldn’t act on it was because of her.

  He snarled and jerked out of her reach. “I can’t forget him for another twenty years thanks to you.”

  “Wow. Someone woke up wearing their grouchy-pants.”

  “Don’t forget what this is about, female. Don’t think just because I made allowances for your diet that anything has changed. You are my prisoner. Nothing more.”

  He’d swear a look of hurt washed over her features but disappeared in an instant as she jumped off the bed and stomped over to him and poked him in the chest.

  “Quit being a dickwad. Your mood swings are making me wanna break your nose again. Either tell me about this terrible thing I did to make you lose fifty years, or shut up about it. Geez!”

  “What you did to me? The nights I spent locked in your cell caused me to fail my last task and that bound me to Debol for another fifty years.”

  Her face paled and voice cracked. “I didn’t know. Rydin, I had no memory—”

  He didn’t want to hear about her lack of memory anymore, so he ported away from her before she could finish.

  * * * * *

  Rydin never enjoyed his meetings with Debol but he resented this one passionately. He wanted to snap his contract holder’s slimy fucking neck for trying to steal Valia and for ruining his morning with her. He hadn’t intended to be a dickwad as she’d called him. It was the farthest thing from his mind, but his annoyance and anger had gotten the best of him. He actually wanted to apologize to her and as soon as he got home, he would apologize the best way he knew how—by fucking her to ecstasy.

  He was sure Debol had truly wanted Baden, but he could have sent another of his lackeys or could have given Rydin a better time line. The sneaky bastard had wanted Rydin out of the way so he could use his Incubus tricks to lure Valia to his lair.

  After passing the guards’ scrutiny, he stood outside Debol’s office door and breathed deeply a few times in attempt to rein in his anger. Being belligerent with Debol was rarely a good idea.

  Rydin knocked and entered when Debol answered. The Sempire wasn’t at his side today and he wondered if Debol had punished her severely for her mild disobedience yesterday.

  “Come, sit,” the Incubus invited.

  Rydin sat but his nerves were on edge. A muscle in his jaw twitched. “Another assignment so soon?”

  Debol leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk in front of him. “Not officially. Not yet. I was thinking about our little chat yesterday. I found it to be quite interesting. Yes, quite.”

  Rydin simply said, “Okay.”

  “You are keeping her for revenge, yes?” At Rydin’s tentative nod, Debol scowled. “You know I don’t tolerate my employees lying to me.”

  What the hell was Debol talking about? “I’m not lying.”

  Debol slammed both fists on his desk, making pens bounce inches above the desktop before clattering back down, some scattering on the floor.

  Rydin thought Debol was going to go ballistic like the crazy demon he was, but after a moment he leaned back and clasped his
hands behind his head, no trace of the intense anger of only a second ago.

  “I have an offer for you. What if I said I’d let you out of your contract if you bring her to me?”

  Rydin’s chest constricted as his heart slammed against his rib cage. Freedom. Debol was offering him his freedom and all he had to do was hand over Valia. Surely Debol was only fucking with his head. But what if he wasn’t? Could he do it? Could he do that to her? Hand her over to this lunatic?

  Yes, she’d stolen fifty years from him, but if he handed her over to Debol, he knew it would cost her the rest of her life, however long or short it would be at his hands. Picturing Valia at the Incubus’s mercy made his blood burn. He imagined that feisty light in her eyes clouding over, being replaced by hatred. Even worse, being replaced by despair. Subdued, nothing but a shell of her lively self.

  But he prized his freedom above all, didn’t he? He’d been waiting for so long and had been one task away from achieving it. The one hundred years he’d served Debol, done his bidding—all for nothing because of her. He knew what he had to do.

  Debol’s words cut into his thoughts. “Interesting indeed.”

  “What?”

  “Rydin, the only reason I’m not having you beaten for lying is because I don’t think you know you are.”

  Rydin started to lose his shit and ask the Incubus what the fuck he was talking about, but Debol’s next words chilled him. “You realize I can simply assign bringing her to me, right now, your next task and offer you nothing in return.”

  Yeah, Rydin damn well knew he could do just that and the urge to smash Debol’s face in had never been greater than at this moment. He’d considered hiring someone to kill him in the past but decided against it. It was difficult to know who you could trust and if the attempt failed, he would automatically be bound to this bastard indefinitely—terms of the contract. That wasn’t an option.

  Rydin’s hands curled into fists but he kept cool. He had to keep cool. “I’m not finished with her yet.”

  Debol sighed. “Oh yes, yes, I’m afraid you are. But, I’m a reasonable male. The original offer still stands. Bring her to me now, willingly, and I’ll remove ten years off your contract.”

  Rydin pushed himself from the chair. “Fine. I’ll have her here in an hour.”

  “You have fifteen minutes, Ferox.”

  * * * * *

  Instead of porting directly back to his home, Rydin walked for a couple minutes, a sinking, twisting sensation filling his gut. Neither option pleased him but with so much at stake, he didn’t know what else to do. The decision made, he quit stalling and ported home.

  Valia was laid out on the bed looking sexy. Delicious. The light-green lingerie he’d bought her was one of the best purchases he’d ever made. He looked at her longingly, wishing they had more time. Wishing he could touch her, taste her, thrust inside her once more. Their time together had been too short. His need for revenge not satisfied, he told himself. It wasn’t fair he’d waited so long to find her and he was already losing her.

  “Whatcha starin’ at, Rydin?” Valia’s voice drifted through his mind akin to a caress.

  He moved to the bed and offered her his hand.

  She pouted. “Was hoping you’d join me.”

  He reached in his pocket and pulled out the handcuff key, dangling it above her.

  A frown crossed her face and was quickly replaced by surprise. She jumped off the bed, obviously excited about being set free, leaving him. It angered and hurt him that it was so easy for her. Hurt? He didn’t know why that word had entered his thoughts and quickly dismissed it.

  “About time!” She held out her arm for him to remove the cuffs. “You could have taken them off sooner. They’re marring my awesome skin.”

  He removed the cuffs and was shocked when she jumped right back on the bed. Why hadn’t she simply ported away? There was nothing stopping her now. “What are you doing?”

  She laughed and said, “I’m waiting for you to ravish me, Ferox.”

  She was free and she still wanted him? Knowing that made letting her go so much harder. “You must go,” he said.

  Her brows drew together, the smile disappearing from her face. “I must go? Thought ya wanted me here until midnight.”

  He looked at his watch. “Female, you must go. There isn’t much time.” He walked to the side of the bed where the clothes she wore the night he found her in the club lay, and picked them up and tossed them to her. She made no effort to catch them and they fell to the bed. The last thing he’d expected was to have to force her to leave, but he couldn’t deny it elated him.

  She stood and rounded the bed to face off with him. He didn’t understand why she was sticking around. He assumed she’d port away as soon as the cuffs were off.

  “What’s up, Rydin,” she demanded. “Your aura is all fucked up.” She poked him in the chest and he realized he’d actually miss that annoying habit of hers.

  His aura? He didn’t have time to decipher that comment. “Unless you want me to deliver you, in handcuffs, to Debol in five minutes, grab your things and port away from here,” he said through gritted teeth.

  Valia blanched as if he’d struck her and she took a step back. “You wouldn’t.”

  “Apparently not. Which is why you must go.”

  “Stop saying that and tell me what the hell is going on,” she demanded but kept her distance now.

  “Because of your attempted escape, your first night here, one of Debol’s spies saw you and reported your presence. Debol demanded I bring you to him, for which, he will remove ten years off my contract. I let him believe I’d accepted his offer.”

  “Ten years? I’m worth way more than ten years,” she huffed.

  He’d laugh at her truly offended look if the situation wasn’t so dire.

  “I’m surprised you aren’t taking it. That’d be the icing on top of your revenge cake.”

  “I don’t want that icing on this cake. You deserved to be cuffed, fucked and spanked more than any female I’ve ever encountered, but you do not deserve that fate. The way he treats his Sempire prisoner in front of me is disgusting. I cannot imagine what he does to her privately.”

  Valia paled. “He’s holding a Sempire prisoner? We have to help her.”

  “No!” Rydin hadn’t intended the word to burst out so violently. “He has guards. Many guards and because I’m contracted to him, I can’t help you.”

  “You’d help me if you could? Wait. What’s he gonna do when he finds out you let me go?”

  “It won’t be pleasant to be sure, but I am Ferox and I will survive.”

  She gulped. “Will you be beaten?”

  “At the very least.” He looked at his watch again. “You are out of time. You must go.”

  “But the Sempire…you…I haven’t told you—”

  He pulled her into him as he crushed his lips to hers in a quick, urgent, brutal kiss, then set her away from him. “Now!”

  Rydin sank onto his bed as she disappeared. That internal void returned as soon as she’d gone. He needed to put her out of his mind. Saving her was probably the one and only noble thing he’d ever done in his life and now he would pay for it. He wouldn’t die, but Debol would make sure he suffered, although Rydin suspected that suffering would be nothing compared to the torment of losing Valia.

  Valia’s clothes lay on the bed. He picked them up, held them to his nose and inhaled. He’d miss her scent. Hell, he’d miss everything about her.

  Chapter Six

  Valia appeared outside her family’s mansion, inside the veil between the human realm and the demon realm. That odd discomfort, the longing for something that overtook her when she was separated from Rydin, coated her insides. She needed a moment to pull herself together.

  He’d let her go. After what she’d done to him, he’d let her go, and he was going to suffer immeasurable pain because of it. Because of her. She couldn’t let that happen. He’d already suffered enough because of her. She had
n’t even gotten around to explaining about the aura binding. She wondered if he’d still have let her go if he’d known that. She just needed a plan. Sucking in a deep breath, she twisted the knob, opening the elaborately carved, wooden door and stepped inside.

  “Valia! Where ya been?” Fin’s voice greeted her.

  Fin was a dear friend who’d lived with her family and worked as their chef since before Valia had been born. He was a stunning specimen of male, but oddly she’d never been tempted to get freaky with him.

  He grabbed her in a bear hug and kissed the top of her head before stepping back to survey her appearance. “Nice outfit,” he said, smirking at her lingerie.

  “Isn’t it?” She did a little twirl.

  “So, where ya been?” he repeated. “Araya went from mildly annoyed, to frantic, to pissed off. She figured you were dodging her because of all the wedding planning.”

  Valia snorted and frowned.

  “Whoa, a frown? Haven’t I heard you say how frowning gives you wrinkles?” he joked.

  “Fin, something seriously shiteous is going down. I’ve been in the demon realm.”

  “How? Why? Are you okay?” The look of shock on his face spoke volumes.

  “Do me a favor? Will you buzz Araya and let her know I’m okay and it’s not what she thinks? I need to find my mother and I’ll fill ya in later.”

  Fin opened his mouth, but before any words come out, Araya and Talith, their mother, came out of the game room and exclaimed “Valia” in unison.

  Valia threw up her hands. “Before you both start, listen. I’ve been in the demon realm. I didn’t know it at first, but I was abducted.” She laughed at that. “Anyhoo, I have to go back to help Rydin but I need a plan. Oh and we need to have a chatty chat, Dear Mommy. You know, about my transition.”

  Talith’s eyes widened and Araya’s mouth dropped open. Before they could recover from their shock, Valia motioned for them to follow her. “You can grill me in the dining hall. I’m dying for some pineapple and kiwi. You should see what they eat in the demon realm.” She scrunched up her face for effect. “Crapnasty shit. Ick.” Yeah, she’d liked it once she’d gotten past the appearance, but it was more fun to be dramatic about it.