Vice's Domination [Demon Twins 2] (Siren Publishing Menage and More) (2 page)

Damn Reggie.
This was his fault. She wanted to kick him in his fat ass for what he’d done to her. While she’d been slaving, cooking, and taking care of two kids on their Texas ranch, he’d been feeling up more than horse legs and cattle rumps. Well, she’d sure giving the cheating bastard a swift kick out the door. And with him went twenty-five years of her married life. It hadn’t taken long for her to decide she couldn’t sit around and wait for him to settle half of their matrimonial assets on her. The stingy miser would have dragged this out in the courts for the rest of her life. And she damn sure wasn’t going to waste another minute of her life on him, so she’d packed her bags and left the ranch, dirt poor but ready to take on the world.

The world, however, seemed reluctant to take her on. So what if she was past her prime agewise, and a tad overweight? She was a damn fine worker and made of good, sturdy stock. Not that anyone had been willing to test the theory. It was her desperation to feel wanted that had led her to the Serpent of Eden, a club that catered to everyone’s sexual needs irrespective of their shape, size, or advanced age.

The first step into that place had been like the turning of the luck tide for her. Lady Fortune had sought her out, except her name was actually Sin Collins. Sin had given her a decent-paying job. But the enigmatic Sin had had an ulterior motive—matchmaking. And she’d been just about as subtle as a tiptoeing elephant. Her constant whining, like a buzzing mosquito in her ear, about her twin brother, Vice Kenna, and his ability to restore a woman’s flagging libido had finally stirred Claudia’s interest. So here she was, in a rustic inn on the outskirts of a remote Scottish village, on a trip paid for by the generosity of Sin. But things were not going as easily as she had anticipated. For one thing, no one had mentioned she would have to compete for the man’s attention.

She cocked her ears once again as the portly man before them continued in his irritating nasal voice. “And so you see, before Mr. Kenna can come in and choose one of you, it is incumbent that the strict requirements be met.”

Claudia could just about guess what he would demand.
No venereal diseases. No nasty habits like spitting and weeping.
Snoring.

“You must all be over the age of forty. Anyone who does not fit the bill should leave now.”

Claudia rolled her eyes at the wooden ceiling. Well, she’d certainly been stumped. She’d flown half way across the world for her age to finally be acceptable.

With a short, stubby finger, the man pushed his spectacles up his nose. “You should all be above average weight.” He perused their small group before grunting his approval. “I see we have no problems there.”

What kind of insane requirements were these? If Vice Kenna was Sin’s twin, then the man should be in his early thirties. Was he looking for a nanny? Her hefty bosom heaved as she stifled her amusement.

“And finally, the most important rule, no spinsters, divorcees, or widows.”

What the hell does that leave?
Claudia scowled at the man. Why didn’t he just mention they need not be human as well, for all the sense this interrogation was making.

“You must be, currently and legally bound according by laws of your respective countries, married.”

Claudia’s jaw dropped to her chest.
Married.
This Vice man had such a preference for the kink of adultery that he actually interviewed women for it. She eyed the other women uncertainly. No one seemed bothered by these unorthodox standards. In all fairness, she had disqualified herself the minute she’d given Reggie the boot. Indecision waged a miniwar within her. Should she just pack her bags and return to the States? It did not sit well in her craw to lie outright. But then again there wasn’t a chance on God’s green earth this man was going to choose her. And if by some highly miraculous divine intervention he did, in fact, choose her, then he damn sure could pardon a small white lie. The bloody unscrupulous man obviously had no sense of morality and didn’t deserve her honesty. Her feet remained rooted.

“Good. Then we are ready to proceed.” He rushed to the door. “I’ll send Mr. Kenna in to make his evaluations.”

Claudia pinched the bridge of her nose as the women immediately broke out into loud chattering.
On second thought, perhaps this is not such a good idea.
She could just slip out while no one was paying attention. She certainly did not fit in with this bunch. As she edged stealthily toward the door, it flew open. A hushed silence filled the room.

The tall man with adorable red curls stepped in. His smile was warm and engaging as his blue eyes twinkled mischievously. “Good morning, ladies.”

Claudia frowned. Hadn’t Sin mentioned
identical
twin? Well, Sin had black hair and eyes. That was two solid strikes against this impostor before her.
Maybe I’m in the wrong place after all.

The slender man strode forward, and in the most jovial voice, as though what he said was a common as a comment about the weather he requested, “Could you remove all your clothes?”

Well this Yankee-Doodle could ride his pony right on back to hell and stick his feather up his scrumptious-looking butt.
“Kiss my fat ass.” Claudia would have even punctuated that brash statement with a smack on her layers of cellulite, except a deep, undeniably masculine voice spoke from the entrance.

“Remove your jeans, and I’ll gladly accommodate.”

Everything within Claudia stilled as her eyes shot to the newcomer at the door.
Oowee! Now if that isn’t the finest specimen of raw, hot man-meat I’ve ever seen.
The breath hitched in her chest. This man had to be Sin’s twin and the man she’d come seeking. Description-wise he certainly fit the bill.
Oh Lordy, Vice Kenna in the flesh.
His devilish dark eyes seemed to sear straight into her soul. His glossy, raven-black hair was wildly tousled and gave him a dangerous, predatory look. He was impossibly tall, and the room became suffocating as it diminished immediately. His shoulders were deliciously wide, and his hips were enviously tapered. Tight, tan riding pants were tucked into knee-high, polished boots.
Boy are those pants tight.
His groin bulged.
What the fuck is he packing in there?
Claudia’s eyes fled the sight of his obviously well-endowed manly assets as her heart flurried in panic. Heat rushed everywhere in her body, her cheeks, the tips of her ears, her suddenly straining nipples, and her throbbing pussy. And as though that was not enough, the veins stood out on the back of his large, strong hand, which curled fiercely around a short rider’s crop. That did it. Liquid moisture flowed, and her panties were instantly soaked.

“You have a problem taking orders.” His agitation became clear as his accent changed suddenly. “Ye shouldnae come here if ye ken ye cannae follow instructions.”

Claudia’s mouth worked soundlessly. His voice had the most hypnotic quality that, in her opinion, should be reserved strictly for the bedroom. She wanted to simply do his bidding without question. The voice pulled at her like a living being within her mind, but she steadfastly stuck to her guns even if they, at present, resembled water pistols. “Perhaps if you ask politely.” Her eyes scanned the other women before she continued nervously. “Plus, I am sure the others will agree that a certain amount of privacy would also help.”

As to her complaint about politeness, he surprised her when he acquiesced in an admirably dignified manner. “
Please
remove your clothes.” With regards to privacy, he instantly squashed her surprise and admiration. “You only. I’m sure the
others
, as you have mentioned, can find no fault with that.”

Oh he’s as cunning as a fox.
Worse still, she could feel the eyes of everyone zoom into her hostilely. They’d found a scapegoat.
Damn bunch of pansies.
“Eh. Well, I would still prefer privacy.”

“Then you should have voiced your own wishes in the first place.” His eyes narrowed as the tick in his strong jaw suddenly leapt in annoyance. His impossibly soft-looking lips remained stubbornly stern, an angry white slash across his darkly tanned face. The seductive lowering of his voice washed over her like hot pelts of summer rain. “Now undress, ma sweet pumpkin. I doonae like tae wait.”

Shit.
That almost felt like he’d whispered straight into her soul. She shook her head, feeling light-headed and giddy. Uncontrollable cold shivers ran down her spine, contradicting the hot flushes everywhere else in her body. She ground her teeth and fought to regain control. Dalliance time was over. Claudia wondered how she could get out of this, or if she even wanted to. Hell, she sure didn’t mind stripping for this gorgeous specimen, well, at least in a dimmed room. How on earth was she going to take her clothes off in front of all these ogling people and in broad daylight? Her body screamed for one thing while her head was already out the door. “I don’t think I can do this.” Her feet shuffled as she decided how best to get past him and to the freedom outside. “This was a mistake.”

The air suddenly became thick and volatile. Swirls of anger lashed at her, and Claudia was surprised to see that he hadn’t even moved. The bulge of his shoulders tensed ever so slightly. His eyes became flashing opals as he watched her as keenly as a serpent guarding its meal. “The mistake was entirely mine. I thought you possessed a backbone. You may leave.” With deliberate cruelty, he moved his gaze to the next female, dismissing her.

That’s it?
He wasn’t going to
make
her stay? Claudia took a single step toward escape and paused. “I
do
have courage.” Her hand went to the top button of her shirt. She didn’t like being termed a yellow-livered coward.
Sure, Claudia, keep saying that to yourself and you might just start believing that’s the only reason you’re doing this.
The return of his gaze, shining with silent approval, sure was doing incredible things to her trembling body. And now, as much as she was trying to lie to herself, he was about to see the full truth when she removed her panties to show him the evidence of her glistening pussy.

* * * *

Heavy, spicy musk. The heady aroma assailed his nostrils and overpowered his senses. The scent that drifted up from the woman’s heated pussy was intoxicating enough to even blot out the womanly fragrance of every other female in the room. Vice leaned against the wall as he scrutinized the mouthy baggage.
Foreign.
He didn’t smell that in her healthy pussy juices. Her checked flannel shirt, denim pants, and calf-height tasseled leather boots screamed the fact.
Now what is this rodeo girl doing so far from home? And how is she counteracting my orders?
Twice he’d added a mental push to his words, testing his demonic ability against her mortal mind, and twice she’d defied him
. Incredible.

Another thing that attracted him was her naturalness. Her hair was shimmering locks of light blonde with undisguised highlights of silver, mercilessly caught in a tight ponytail. It was not styled or weighed down by a ton of dyes and greasy hair products. Lightly tanned and liberally freckled skin, free of makeup, radiated with vigor as she challenged him with frosty blue-green eyes.
Fascinating.
He wondered if her eye color changed depending on her moods. There was absolutely nothing artificial about her. Even her eyebrows were thick, not the pencil line that had become the fashion craze of late. The only thing that colored her lips and cheeks to deep crimson was her own flustered embarrassment.
Arousal.

Vice wondered if this lady who looked like she’d seat a horse expertly was equally proficient at riding a man. Her delicious-looking mouth was slightly ajar but emitted no sound. He had hoped she would pose more of a challenge. At her second defiance, he’d felt the slightest tingle in his cock. He’d love to tame this wild filly into submission. As though she’d heard him, her hands picked up the pace. Did she do so freely, or had he unintentionally
pushed
the command at her? There was no clear way to tell. As much as he wanted to shock her into revealing the extent of the hold he held on her mind, he cautioned himself internally. This was her first “interview.” There was no need for him to show her the demon he truly was.

His perusal strayed to her body being slowly unwrapped.
Well, well, well.
Her breasts, which strained against an ill-fitting, unappealing cotton bra, were plump and promised satisfying handfuls. Creamy flesh spilled from the tight cups. She had the most wonderfully soft-looking hands he’d ever seen. Short little pudgy fingers ended with trimmed nails as she clumsily drew her shirt open. Her shirttails were pulled out of dark denim at the waist, exposing a very lush, thick midsection. The delicate folds and pale stretch marks on her stomach revealed the evidence of childbirth. That in itself turned him on like crazy. She was all raw, soft, and salt-of-the-earth woman. His cock gave another undecided twitch.