Destructively Alluring (6 page)

“You infuriating, obstinate man!”

“Hah! Pot, kettle!” I fired back.

“Fuck you!”

I actually barked out a laugh, feeling exhilarated for some reason. Knowing that there were cameras around, I flipped her over my shoulder but didn’t put her down. Demi ended up cradled in my arms, her hair a tempting mess and her arms crossed as she glared daggers at me.

“I’m going to scream like I’m being raped if you don’t put me down.”

Why that made me hiss, I’ll never know.

Liar.

My driver, Carl, opened the door and exited the limo just as we were ten feet away.

“You wouldn’t want to make me look bad in front of Carl, now would you?” I asked, throwing her a playfully pleading look.

She was fucking adorable in her fury as she glared up at me from behind glasses that were beyond askew. She opened her mouth, looking like she was about to rip me a new one, when Carl interrupted.

“Is Ms. Davis ok?”

“Evening Carl,” was all I said, smiling good-naturedly as we got closer.

“Good evening, Carl,” Demi said in just as false a tone. “Have you noticed that Mr. Sorenson has lost his Goddamn mind?”

Carl had come around and opened the back door for us. He threw a curious look between Demi and I, appearing like he did not know what to think.

“I assure you, Carl…” I said, still smiling as I stepped right up to the open door. I leaned down and all but flung Demi onto the back seat before straightening and facing my driver.

Who, by the way, was already making his way back to the driver’s side while shaking his head and looking amused.

“It’s not really my fault,” I continued. “Demitra can be quite the headache to handle when she’s in need of rescuing-
Oomph!
,” I grunted, trying to hide from Carl the fact that Demi had just slammed her heeled foot into my abs. I felt them tense, the air getting almost knocked out of me even though the muscles tried to protect my body.

I reached down, snapping my hand tight around her ankle. I made sure Carl was inside the car before tugging on that leg, bending down, and glaring at her as she glared back from within the dark interior of the limo.

My dick jumped painfully at the sight of her and the feel of her skin in my hand. It took everything in me not to fling myself on top of her and start tearing fabric off. I used the hold I had on her leg to push her further inside the limo, making room for myself and ignoring the death glare that she threw at me as I got in.

“Where to, Mr. Sorenson?” Carl’s voice came over the speaker.

I held Demi’s infuriated stare as I leaned towards the mic system and held the button down to answer. “I’ll tell you in a bit. Just start driving.”

Demi’s eyes moved to stare behind me and out of sheer curiosity I turned to see what she was staring at. The pitch black glass that divided the front from the back was slid completely up.

I realized this at the same moment she did.

“Dorian, tell him to stop this limo so I can get out,” I heard Demi softly warn.

The back of the limo was also soundproof, meaning that we couldn’t hear what was going on in the front and Carl wouldn’t be able to hear what was happening in the back.

I’m sure you can tell that this was all going to add up to be real, real bad.

I was still looking at the glass when I slowly shook my head no.

Movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention just two breaths before I felt the sting of her palm connecting with my face.

S
ilence reigned in that limo for a few seconds after that.

Well, almost silence. I could hear our heavy breaths hammering into the air around us.

Shock ricocheted through me. I sat there, blinking for a few seconds and trying to figure out if I’d imagined it.

One move of my jaw proved that the slight sting was still there. I finally turned my head, slowly, nostrils flaring as heat throbbed painfully inside me. My eyes connected with Demi’s shocked gaze.

My nostrils flared again as I struggled to stay in control.

“Take…me…back,” she ordered, her voice tiny but furious as she panted so hard that I was sure her breasts were going to spill out the top of that dress.

“You can smack me all you want. Hell, I might even deserve it at this point. Regardless, the answer is still going to be resounding
no
.”

The sound of another smack rang out but I barely felt this one connect with my face. This time, I didn’t wait. When her hand connected I moved instantly, thought processes that skirted around logical escaping me as pure instinct took over.

“You fucking asshole!” Demi grunted, her fists connecting with my chest as I leaned forward and tried to subdue her. We ended up in a tangle of limbs that did nothing to alleviate the way my dick was throbbing and sliding across the fabric of my boxers.

“Dorian!”

“Demi, damn it!” I grunted, forcing my way between her kicking legs in order to subdue them.

I swear that was my original intent.

But the moment that I’d pressed my way between her thighs, her legs locked viciously around my hips while her arms continued to wail around, her hands connecting with my head, chest, and shoulders.

I grabbed onto her wrists, throwing my weight back and landing on the seat behind us. Thanks to her leg-lock on my midsection, I ended up taking her with me, my hands twisting hers behind her back and immobilizing them there.

I ended up on the seat with Demi straddling me.

As in,
completely
straddling me.

The fact that I now held her hands prisoner behind her back made her body arch. We both froze, realizing at the same time the position we were in. I couldn’t tear my eyes from where they’d fallen.

Her breasts made my teeth ache. They jutted out, bouncing with each harsh breath that left her. My body instantly came to full attention, all of my concentration taking in the fact that her breasts were a mere fucking breath away from my mouth.

And her sexy little body was wrapped around me, her hips pressed tightly against mine.

Lord help me, looking down I could see her legs. The skirt of her dress had been pushed up high on her thighs from our wrestling and the fact that said legs were still wrapped too tightly around me added fuel to what was already a raging inferno.

Time slowed down. I forced my eyes away from her chest. Looked up, my eyes trailing languidly across her flesh, up her neck and continuing until her lips were all I could focus on. I had to stop there, licking my lips and fighting the urge I had to kiss her again. Eventually, her cute little nose came into view followed by those wide, gorgeous eyes.

Something tumultuous was swimming within them. Something that called to me and made it harder for me to stay still. Her glasses had fallen off during our struggle. She was just as sexy without them and looking into her eyes was pushing my body to its limits.

My dick could cut glass. There was no way it wouldn’t be able to at this point. The pain of my condition railed within me. I was pulsing to the beat of my own heart and I had no doubt that she could feel it.

I swallowed heavily, trying to focus and calm the needy rage in my blood. “I’m sorry,” I rasped. “I’m sorry I just dragged you away. I had no right to carry you off like that, I know. I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Then why did you do it?” she asked, her breath fanning out delicately across my face.

I felt my eyelids flutter. Had to clench my jaw and fight the urge to move my hips. My body was fucking desperate for relief. Any kind of relief. “I can’t stand the idea of anyone trying to seduce you in anyway,” I confessed, nearly choking on my own breath when she moved slightly.

Just a fucking little.

Enough to make me twitch violently.

Demi lowered her head, her forehead barely an inch from my own.

“Why?”

And her breath slid right into me this time, the taste of her tempting me and testing the last pitiful iota of my self control that was left. I looked into her eyes, knowing that my own were probably pleading with her at this point.

“Answer me, Dorian,” Demi said, her lips so fucking close to my mouth.

“Woman, how many times do I have to tell you? I want you. I want you so fucking much nothing makes sense anymor-”

Demi pressed her lips against mine, halting whatever else I was about to say. Not that it mattered. Lust ran through me so hard that it almost banged my head into the window behind me.

I let go of her wrists so I could cup her face and tilt her head. Demi’s hands wrapped around my face, too, her fingers sliding across my jaw. The moment she started really rocking those hips against me, I nearly fucking exploded right there.

All the restraint that I had left -which we all know wasn’t much- poofed into non-existence. My hips took off without my consent. My hands did worse. They slid down her neck, one wrapping around it and the other continuing on its journey downward.

Demi gasped into my mouth when she felt my hand reach her breast. A part of me expected her to stop me but instead, she pushed out her chest and pressed her breast fully into my hand. She moaned in a way that made all the nerves in my body stand at full attention.

Full
attention.

Demi’s lips tugged lightly on mine making a groan rip its way out of my chest. The hand that I had around her neck tensed. I soaked in how hard her heart was beating as I rubbed my thumb lightly across her pounding artery.

My other hand pulled on her dress, my fingers desperate to bare her tit. I sent up a silent ‘thank you’ that she wasn’t wearing a bra when it bounced free, nearly spilling into my hand.

Demi pulled her lips away from mine, her mouth falling open on a silent moan.

“Fuck baby girl,” I whispered hoarsely, my throat dry as I looked down at her chest. I brushed my thumb across her nipple, watching it harden to a point that looked painful.

“Dorian,” Demi whimpered, her voice strained. Her upper body bowed as she lowered herself onto me. Her breath was titillating against my ear as she let out another of those little whimpers.

Using the hold I had on her neck, I pulled her close enough so that I could wrap my lips around her pulse. My eyes slid closed and my chest rumbled because the moment her taste hit my tongue I could taste the lust on her.

I was dying to taste so much more.

The fingers of my other hand continued to tease her nipple. Feather light strokes followed by a light pinch of her pebbled flesh. Flesh I was dying to suck on.

Bite.

There was no way in hell I was going to survive
not
having her, especially if she rotated her hips like that one more time.

Which she did when I wrapped my hand fully around her breast.

God, it made my mouth water. My dick couldn’t get any harder, I was already close to blowing my load right then and there.

I need to get her home.

Fuck, yes I did.

I imagined her naked on my bed, her breasts and every other part of her at my mercy. The image singed synaptic connections that I fucking needed if I was to remain a functioning human.

My degradation into animal status was on full throttle.

I let go of her tit and grabbed onto her hip, stilling her movements. Demi mewled. My name was groaned in protest shortly after. “
Shh
,” I soothed, pulling back so I could nibble on her lips. “We can’t do this here,” I continued, pressing soft kisses to her mouth.

Demi moaned again, her teeth coming down on my bottom lip.

I grunted and jerked against her, my body demanding that I listen to hers.

“Baby, wait,” I groaned, grabbing her around the neck with one hand and holding her still. Never in my freaking life would I forget the heavy-lidded stare she threw at me. The fire in those eyes.

Blindly, I reached behind me, trying to feel my way to the intercom and the button on it. I managed to find it and pressed it down, inhaling deeply and trying to sound normal when I spoke to Carl.

“Carl.”

“Yes, Mr. Sorenson?”

“Take us to my apartment.”

I didn’t even bother to worry about what he would think or what explanation I would give.

I was more than ready to face whatever consequences were coming for me. Nothing could deter me or change my mind. The girl would be so fucking worth it, I could feel it in every bone on my body.

Scary thoughts, but I couldn’t pay much mind to them right then. I wrapped my arms around her and stared into her eyes. We were both still panting and I could feel her heart thundering against my chest.

“What are you thinking right now?” I asked, needing to know if she was having any misgivings about what we were going to do.

“That you make me ache,” Demi said in a low tone, her eyes falling to stare at my mouth.

I hissed sharply, feeling like I’d been punched. My body jerked under hers, seeking.

Wanting.

Screaming at me to forget everything and slam into her as deep as I could go.

Clothes and everything be damned.

Demi let out a hot breath that made me want to snap my teeth at her. Her eyes flickered between my lips and my eyes and I could tell she was trying to see what was on my mind.

“You make me ache, too, baby. God, you do,” I said hoarsely, a rueful smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth.

“That’s so fucking hot,” she said, making my teeth clench.

Did the girl have any idea what it did to me to see this side of her? To hear her cursing like that?

“What is?” I asked, fighting the roaring beast within.

“When you call me ‘baby’,” she said, sitting up on my lap and pressing that sweet pussy of hers against me.

I hadn’t touched it, yet, but I knew it would be sweet. Amazing. No way that it couldn’t be. The rest of her was destructive as it is.

“Yeah?” I asked, watching hungrily as she leaned closer.

Demi nodded, biting her lip in a way that made my teeth envious. “Say it again,” she requested, somehow looking horny and shy and fuck me,
perfect.

She slid her pussy against my cock as she moved even closer.