Conquer (Control) (16 page)

Daemon looked instantly distressed from my theory.  “Paige, you weren’t the cause of that; Chris was.  It was his behavior that got him tossed out.”

I shook my head. “I’m not saying that I was at fault, but in
his
head, I was the cause.  He must have made a comparison between me and his mom on that first night. That’s why he was following me and using Annie to get to me.”

Daemon’s head shot to mine.  “Using Annie?  What are you talking about, Paige?”

I rehashed my conversation with Detective Troy at the apartment.  Daemon’s face took on an interesting shade of scarlet, prior to his typical blank expression making its appearance.

Great.  He’s mad.

Fiddling with my fingers, I attempted to avoid looking at him while he processed the information I’d provided.  When he finally spoke again, I jumped slightly.  “It pisses me off knowing Chris has been following you this whole time.  I don’t fucking understand how he got your tag number.  I followed you out that night to make sure you stayed safe!”   His hand hit the steering wheel with a loud thump. Taking a breath to calm himself, he sagged back in his seat.  “Regardless, you may be right about his reason for fixating on you.  So, you need to keep that in mind at all times.  No more fucking stunts on your own, okay?”

“I know, Daemon.  I already promised that to you.”

Nodding his head, he turned the truck sharply into his garage.  After pulling into a space, he turned the vehicle off, but didn’t move to open his door.

His eyes remained trained straight ahead as he said, “Damsel, if Chris were to ever get ahold of you again, he’s not going to play around with you anymore.  You’ve escaped him twice, humiliated him four times, if you count those escapes.   It’s unlikely he’d wait long before killing you.”

His head suddenly swung to look in my direction.  The desperate plea in his eyes caused my breath to hiccup.  “Paige, I can’t lose you, not like that.  If I ever have to let you go, I want it to be when we are old and silver.  I want a life behind us, memories behind us; possibly kids…who knows?  All I know is that I would lose my mind if I lost you before then.”

My heart skipped, as my throat closed.  Tears threatened my eyes and my nose became stuffy.  I never understood why a heavy emotional reaction felt like an illness, but the symptoms were definitely the same. 

Having no words in response to his, I lunged over.   My hands buried themselves into his hair as my mouth took possession of his.  My body prickled at the feel of his warmth mouth upon mine and I greedily sought more of him with my tongue.  My chest heaved with intense desire, a churning sea of hormones and…love.  Needing to be closer, I climbed over to straddle him.   I pulled away from our kiss to look deep in to his sparkling blue eyes.  When our gaze locked, heat bloomed throughout my body.  My hands found the hem of my shirt and I pulled up on the material, freeing it before tossing it to the floor.  Daemon’s hands instantly found my breasts, squeezing to the point of pain.   Lightning shot through me from where he touched causing me to arch further into his hold.  A moan escaped my lips as his mouth found my neck.   This man did things to my body that I never knew were possible.  He made me feel dirty, but in a way that was only meant for him.  I lost all inhabitation around him, not caring about what I was saying or doing, as long as it pleased him.  When he touched me it felt like my body melted to his, becoming one.   His scent and the feel of his hard body against mine was all that was needed to completely sedate my mind, while at the same time awakening every naughty part on my body.

My hands reached for Daemon’s shirt.  Lifting it up over his head, my fingers ran across the deep ridges of his abdomen before gliding across the smooth skin of his chest.  After freeing his shirt, my hands slid back down to undo the button and zipper of his jeans.  Removing my jeans was a little more tricky and required a brief return to the passenger seat of the car.  Once I was stripped bear, I straddled him again and freed him from his jeans.  I went up on my knees to position the tip of him at my opening.

I placed my hands on either side of his headrest before looking deep into his eyes.  My chest heaved with my erratic breath.  Barely whispering, I said, “I love you, Daemon” before taking him deep within me.

We both cried out as he filled me entirely.  I took a moment to adjust to the stretched feeling, but then started to circle my hips, pushing him back and forth against my inner walls.  Daemon’s hand was suddenly in my hair as he pulled my head back, causing my body to arch forward.  The tip of my breast was assaulted by his tongue as he bit down softly causing me to grind down on him, forcing him deeper.

“Fuck!  Paige, you feel so fucking good.”  The baritone quality of his voice vibrated every part of his body sending a wave up my core and through my abdomen.  I was heady and intoxicated, no longer operating on anything but the need to devour him.    My mouth caught his as my hips continued to gyrate on his lap.  He kissed me deeply, eventually finding my hips with his hands and forcing me even tighter against him.  His fingers dug possessively into the sensitive flesh of my hips and ass. My release crept up on me, causing my muscles to quiver and roll along his length.  I was instantly taken over by a peak so intense, stars appeared in my vision and my ears rang from the surging blood in my head.  I floated within a warm soft place for a brief moment, before finally allowing myself to breathe again and come down from pure ecstasy.

My head rolled forward on my shoulders and when I peaked at Daemon from behind my hooded lashes, he growled before increasing the tempo between us.  The truck shook slightly as the windows fogged from our heavy breathing.  The steering wheel dug into my back, but I didn’t care as long as Daemon continued driving me higher and higher, once again pushing me over a peak so steep, my eyes had no choice but to roll up in response.  I screamed out again as he found his release, his hands moving roughly over the sweat soaked skin of my body.

“Absolutely beautiful.”  His eyes raked over my skin, now marked with light red trails from where his hands had traveled.  I was on fire for him, my love, lust and total abandon creating a raging inferno in the deepest pits of my mind, body and soul.   My eyes watered from the rush and I was breathless as I fell into his embrace. 

We held each other for who knows how long before he spoke again.  “Not that I’m complaining, Damsel, but where in the hell did that come from?”

A smile crept over my mouth.  “I love you Daemon.  I had to have you.  There was no time to walk upstairs.  I feel like a woman possessed when I’m near you.”

He grinned up at me and was about to respond when a loud knock occurred on the passenger side window.  Our heads turned in the direction of the sound, but we were unable to see anything outside the vehicle due to the fog on the windows.

A disembodied male voice spoke from the exterior of the truck.  “Sorry to disturb your…uh…time together folks.  But you really need to be moving that upstairs.” 

Daemon’s head fell back as his body shook with laughter.  “Oh shit, Damsel.  I forgot that Detective Troy has a cop patrolling the garage.”

My entire body blushed a fierce red when I realized we had an audience…again!  I climbed off of Daemon’s lap, only to fall ungracefully into the passenger’s seat.  Daemon continued laughing while I quickly pulled on my clothing.   Once we were decent, Daemon and I climbed out of the car.  I glanced over to find the officer standing against a wall several feet from the car.  His mouth was quirked up into a thin line as he attempted to keep from smiling about what he had found us doing.  Nodding once in his direction, I felt Daemon’s hand come up to the small of my back as he led me to the elevator.  Once we were safely inside, I couldn’t contain my laughter any longer.  I looked up into Daemon’s gleaming eyes just as his mouth came down to claim mine briefly before he pulled back and said, “I’m going to love my life with you, Paige.  There’s never a dull moment when you’re around.”

Chapter Eight

David was oddly absent from the apartment the following morning as I readied myself for day two of training.   I threw on a pair of spandex shorts and a tight sports bra, which I then covered over with cotton shorts and a tank top.   Walking out into the living room, I found Daemon in the kitchen preparing coffee.  I quickly took my place in front of the machine as Daemon stood behind me and chuckled.   He seriously needed to get past his amusement with my reaction to the black caffeinated nectar.  This is an addiction.  One which should be taken seriously and not mocked.  Little did he know, that without my daily pot of coffee, I wouldn’t be able to formulate complete sentences and my coordination would be so stunted, I’d be toddling around like a one year old learning how to walk upright.  I’ll be the first to admit it, I have a problem.

“Where’s David?”  I turned to look at Daemon questioningly as his mouth quirked up into a funny grin.  My eyebrow arched at the guilty look on his face.

His arms came around me, pulling me to him before he responded.  “Not sure, Damsel.  He said something about running errands with Matt before he took off this morning.  Speaking of which, after the gym, we need to go out to your parents to drop off Annie’s things and help her get settled.”

My heart dropped into my stomach; but not because of Annie.  I was super excited to help my friend get started on the final chapter of her recovery, but I was NOT looking forward to facing my parents for the first time since discovering their deceit throughout the years.  I knew I would have to face them eventually, but I was hoping to stall that meeting for another couple of weeks.

“We also need to stop at a phone store on the way to the gym.”  Daemon’s words jolted me from my thoughts and anxieties about my parents.  He looked down at me knowingly and I smiled up at him, amazed that he could read me as well as he did.  His hand came up to brush along my cheek.  “Forgive them, Paige.  They were only trying to look out for you by what they did.  Their choices were made because of their love for you, and I can’t help but be thankful to them for that.”

I stood silently, having nothing to say.  He was right.  I understood my parents’ decision, but it still felt like a betrayal.  My emotions were apparently not in sync with logic.  Shrugging my shoulders, I said, “Let’s get going.  The phone store and the gym are going to take a while, and I want to try and get to The Center before late afternoon.  I’m not sure when they are dropping Annie off, but I want to get there as soon as I can to see her.

Within the next hour, I found myself shopping for a phone with Daemon by my side.  As soon as we entered the store, Daemon instantly directed me to the biggest and most advanced smart phone available.  The damn thing was massive.  I believe the screen size rivaled most small computer screens.  I was unsure how I could even hold it to my ear.  The expression on my face must have given away my hesitancy because Daemon snatched the floor model phone out of my hand to show me the different features.

Ten minutes passed as he bested the sales people.  I believe a few gathered around to listen and learn from his sales pitch.  He really was very astute in his knowledge of the device.

“Think about it, Damsel.  When you get back to work, this phone could be quite useful.  You’ll have the internet at the tips of your fingers, and the screen is large enough that you should be able to navigate .PDFs and other documents with ease.  You wouldn’t have to wait to look things up until you were in front of a computer…” 

His smile was enough to floor me.  He looked like a child asking for a new toy, hopeful, yet still not sure his parent would relent.

“…And there are a lot of useful apps.  There is pretty much an app for every possible thing you could ever want.  Flashlights, cameras, video recorders, voice recorders, GPS…the list goes on and on.”

My mouth scrunched at the corner.  He was like an infomercial.  Upbeat and perky and promising me that the item he was selling would somehow solve everything wrong in my life.  He was freaking me out a little.  Where was the seductive, yet terrifying Daemon I had grown to love?

“If I agree to buy it, will you change back into a normal person?”

His smile faded at my question. 

I took the phone from his hand and placed it back in its holder.  I looked over to the gathering of sales people.  Jerking my thumb in Daemon’s direction, I said, “I’ll take it, but you need to give the commission to him.”  Their applause surprised me and replaced the smile on Daemon’s lips.

We stepped up to the counter and waited for one of the clerks to run in the backroom to retrieve my new computer…errr…
phone
.   Daemon smiled triumphantly and I rolled my eyes in response.  Just as the little pimpled face, seventeen year old clerk stepped out with my device, Daemon’s phone rang.

Bringing the phone to his ear, he moved away from the counter to answer the call.  I paid the clerk for the phone and patiently listened as he offered protection plans, screen protectors, cases, chargers, camera attachments, and just about every other possible accessory known to man. 
Who needs all of this stuff?!  It’s a freaking phone!
  I was able to side step all the miscellaneous offers, but agreed to the insurance plan after remembering the fate of my previous phone.

As I grabbed the bag and turned to walk away, I noticed the blank expression had returned to Daemon’s face. 
Oh shit.

Daemon opened the door so that I could walk outside before passing his phone to me.  “It’s Detective Troy.  You really need to talk to her, Paige.”  Judging by the expression on his face, I knew the news was not good.

I brought the phone to my ear.  Before I could utter a greeting, she was talking.  “Ms. Stone, I’m seriously disappointed that you didn’t call me last night with the results of your trip to the trailer park yesterday.”

Holy crap.  She was calling to yell at me?  Okay, so I’d forgotten to call her, but I was distracted.  Car sex had turned into bed sex, and then wall sex, more bed sex, and finally a long bath and sleepy land.