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Helena nearly forgot she was half naked on a stage with a bunch of lust-stricken people to entertain. Still, now she knew what he looked like. It was a two-song stint, and then she could begin the setup.
She twirled around, averting her eyes from his direction, and managed to remember to smile at those frothing at the mouth for her. The men arrayed before the stage disgusted her, and without even tapping her powers of emotional empathy, she could tell quite easily what they were thinking.
Drawing herself up tight against the pole, she readied herself for the pinnacle of this test. Sucking in a deep breath, she then reached behind her back, found the clasp to her bra, and unsnapped it. The music pounded, the crowd cheered, all waiting for this moment, and her blood was on fire. It terrified her—it excited her.
She whirled in place, the bra flew from her breasts, and the darkest brown eyes she had ever seen instantly ensnared her. Her mark had made his way right up to the edge of her stage and was two feet from her.
Their eyes locked, and the rest of the world fell away. Time slowed to a halt, and her heart leaped into her throat. His hand, already rising, moved in slow motion, tossing a five-dollar bill, but his mouth slowly dropped open. Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure everyone could hear it over the loud, booming music.
He was…savagely perfect. His deep, dark eyes smoldered with an exotic urge. Primal, sinful, but there was no evil intention. He stared at her, his hand outstretched, and the ventilation fans caught the bill and tugged it from his fingers. Drifting slowly, it fell toward the hardwood framing of the stage’s edge, where it landed.
Time resumed, and Helena managed to tear her gaze from his, shifting into another spin to turn away. Her breath came in deep, ragged gulps. What in the world was that?
Desire shot through her veins, demanding she turn around again. To swim once more in the sinful warmth of those chocolate pools. To lose herself in him. Why? She had never felt such need, such want. Why now? And a demon? No, it was terrible.
Too afraid to turn back around, she recalled every move Lilith had taught her that would appease the crowd yet allow her to face the pole. Sweeping her ass side to side and prancing slowly in place with the music seemed to please her audience, but was the demon still watching?
Would he like what he saw? Why did she care? Growling under her breath, she forced the vision of those eyes from her mind. Finish the song, then the next. Don’t make eye contact, she told herself.
The minutes seemed to pass like hours as she danced with the sensual grace she felt and never once looked to her demon fan. Her peripheral vision told her he was still standing at the rack, watching her.
She could feel the burn of his gaze. It caressed and teased her naked flesh everywhere, and she couldn’t help herself. Her body moved in rhythm to the beat, undulating, gyrating, and twisting erotically, knowing his dark gaze drank all of it hungrily. It was a strange pleasure to know.
The second song ended, and without a glance to the audience, including the onlooking demon, she snagged her bra off the floor and marched back into the dressing room. She realized then she hadn’t taken off her panties and was thankful.
There was the thin little punk rock dancer there, but Helena ignored her and went to the sink. Splashing cold water on her face helped, but she couldn’t banish the image of those eyes seeping across her naked body. That she’d enjoyed it.
She was here to kill this demon, and now everything had gone insane. She had lost her mind. All she could think about was how it would feel if it were his hands caressing her instead of his gaze. Blast, girl, get your head on straight, she thought.
The other dancer left, and Helena broke out her cell phone and called David.
“Go.”
“I made contact. He’s here now. Set up in the alley behind. I’ll lure him there.”
“Got it.”
She hung up, tossed the phone into her bag, and looked to the mirror. Her eyeliner had smeared a little from the splash of water, and she fixed it. Seduction was not her talent, but dressed like a slut, it shouldn’t be too hard. Demons had an appetite for sin. Just get him into the alley, and then it’ll all be over.
Depth Charge fishes up a great review...
"a smoking hot read" - Siren Book Reviews
“Would you quit cutting me off?” he barked at her. She closed her mouth. Those delicious plump lips curled into a half snarl, but he’d gotten her to shut up for five seconds, so he claimed it as a small victory. “It wouldn’t be appropriate for us to do this.”
“So you do want me?” Her lip quivered as she taunted him, those mesmerizing, golden brown eyes glaring at him with such passion and rage. All five foot five of her stood in elegant, defiant nudity before him. It was surreal.
“Maybe I do.”
“But you won’t have me?”
“No.”
“Because you’re afraid of me.” Her words were not presented as a question. It was a statement, a challenge.
“What the fuck?”
“You bang those pretty little tarts at port, knowing you can run away back to the ship when you’ve had your fill --”
“Hey, don’t even bring them into this. They aren’t anything like you. This is completely different.”
“But I scare you to death because I’m a real woman, and you can’t handle it. And there would be nowhere to run and hide.”
“Handle it? Hide?” His blood was boiling now, and he shot her a glare, complete with flaring nostrils. “You think I can’t handle you?”
Her arms drifted down, hands inward, motioning to her heavenly body, and she nodded in further emphasis. “You can’t handle a real woman. You’re afraid you couldn’t please me like those little girls who trip over each other just to suck your cock.”
“I’m afraid of no one,” he bellowed furiously.
“Bullshit.”
“I’d fuck you into next week, princess!”
“Hah!” Her chin lifted at the retort, her hands closing into fists on her hips. Defiantly mocking him.
That’s it.
Steve lunged forward and grabbed her, slamming her body to his and seized her lips viciously. Like a battering ram, he plunged his tongue into her mouth, finding hers and hammered it. He’d show her what a real man would do to a woman like her.
The tight rubber suit had become intolerable. It had somehow shrunk three sizes and was now unbearably hot. His cock strained against the inseam, desperate to teach her a lesson in humility. She wasn’t backing off, but he would’ve never expected her to. She liked to fight.
Grabbing her perfectly rounded butt, he kneaded the muscular cheeks as she tugged at the zipper of his suit. As cool air entered, his relief was immediate, and he dropped her. Together they tore his suit away and piled it at their feet until they were both naked.
Pulling her into his arms once more, he captured her mouth and kissed her with furious want, uncaring how it might feel for her. She’d built this need in him, and he was going to relieve it however he damn well pleased. He slashed at her tongue with his and grabbed her hand. He shoved it to his cock, and she obediently took it into her grasp.
Her fingers were long and slender like the rest of her and felt so incredible wrapped around his erection. He bucked his hips, driving himself through her fist, fucking it, and she responded with a counterstroke.
Fiery pleasure shot through him, filling him with blissful warmth. Her kisses matched his, frantic, desperate, demanding as he slid himself up and down through her grasp. She met each and every thrust with her crushing grip.
He growled into her mouth. Too good. She was going to make him come. She was trying to prove her point. Not in a million years. This was one competition he refused to lose. If she wanted to be treated like those saucy little barflies he banged to take the edge off the long weeks at sea, so be it.
His snaked his fingers into her long, luscious black hair and curled it around his fist, then spun her about face. He shoved her toward the only cot in the small station and steered her until she was kneeling on its edge, ass aimed right at him. The sight of her smoky-colored, glistening folds was breathtaking.
Her brilliant brown eyes glared defiantly back at him, but she slid her knees out wide. Tossing the handful of hair aside, he grabbed her firm buttocks roughly, using them as handles. Growling, he lurched forward, impaling her slippery, tight pussy. Sparks of quivering pleasure arced along his cock as he stuffed ever inch of himself into her silky, snug depth.
So fucking good.
She cried out in Spanish, and he didn’t understand a word of it, but he knew it for the exclamation of ecstasy it was. There was a lot more gratification to come, and taking her all the way was going to be absolutely glorious.
Handle you? Damn straight, babe. But can you handle this?
http://www.loose-id.com/Depth-Charge-Maria-Maria.aspx
Yeah... its release day again!! Depth Charge: Maria, Maria, book one of my Depth Charge series, from Loose Id, is now available... go forth and indulge!!!
http://www.loose-id.com/Depth-Charge-Maria-Maria.aspx
Got a bit of great news last night... my latest novella, a contemporary erotic romance, Depth Charge: Maria, Maria, has been accepted by Loose Id for publication. Contracts to be signed today and sent in the mail. I'm so thrilled... I hope to turn it into a series.
Meanwhile, my short story, Trading Up, is set to release on March 25th from Breathless Press. The final version was sent back to the line editors and now we just need to finalize my cover design... coming soon!
Lilith is on the loose again over at Stella Ex Libris
This time, she's talking about Valentine's Day and how to make it special for your S.O. Come check it out, ask her questions. If you're not familar, Lilith is the heroine, half-demon succubus from my debut novel, Gothic City Lights. She's a riot!
http://www.stella-exlibris.com/2011/02/diy-magical-valentines-day-by-brindle.html
