Accidental Contract - Daisy Rose - ebook
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When Anna joins her ex-bullies in a summoning ceremony, she doesn't know what to expect, but it certainly wasn't a cut on her palm and a sexy demon hard on her heels. He claims to be there to grant her wishes. But at what cost? ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ My hand stung where they cut me. Jessica probably didn't mean to cut deep. They had never been malicious before. They taunted and teased and deeply inconvenienced, but they had never hurt me physically. Not until today. Jessica had gotten worse. A small voice in my head warned me that I needed to fight back or it will just get worse. It was just an accident, another voice whispered. And she apologized, didn't she? I unclenched my fist and flinched at the amount of blood that was there. The last thing I needed was an infection. I reached for the sink, hoping to wash off the blood and access the damage. It didn't hurt too much. Probably just a flesh wound. A dark chuckle vibrating through the room made me stop short. "Poor baby. Let me take care of that for you, hmm?" Before I could draw in the breath to scream, a hard hand wrapped itself around my wrist and pulled me into a naked, hot chest. There was nobody else when I came in here! Exhaling sharply, I looked up at my captor. His eyes were fully dark, not a hint of white to counter the abyss of his. My heart stopped. He was beautiful in the most horrifying way. I wanted to scream, but that was impossible to do without breathing and I couldn't do that either. Not with him so close to me. Touching me. He tilted his head as he examined my cut carefully, almost marveling at the way the blood trickled down my wrist. "So red. So alive. So human," he hissed. His voice trembled, rumbling through his chest and to my body. I pulled back and he wrapped his free hand around my waist to keep me pinned. He was neither muscular nor thin, but he held me with a grip that felt completely permanent. My lungs were screaming for air and yet still I couldn't inhale. His skin was so pale it was ashen and on his head were the giant horns that I had seen in the mirror. He gave me a devilish grin, showing off his sharp fangs before flickering his tongue delicately up my wrist, tasting the blood and licking his lips. Still staring at me, he licked around the wound. I gasped, feeling as if flames licked against my skin, but instead of pain, it was almost pleasant. The odd sensation went from my skin down my body, warming me with its incredible heat. His sharp fangs shone when he smirked down at my awestruck face. He pressed my palm against his lips. "There, isn't that better?" he purred, kissing the cut that was no longer there. His hold on my waist tightened and he dropped my hand to curl his fingers into my hair. He pulled me closer to him, as if we weren't completely molded together already. "Remember to breathe, human," he murmured.

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Lust & Monsters 1

ACCIDENTAL CONTRACT

Supernatural Romance, Short story

Daisy Rose

Copyright 2017 Daisy Rose

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

Chapter 1: Bullies & Hotties

I thought bullying was a phase people grew out of when they finished high school.

Evidently not.

I grabbed the handle and pulled as hard as I could. It rattled, but didn't budge. I tried pushing it. Nope.

I hadn't been paying much attention when I walked down the hallway to class. Someone grabbed my backpack and yanked me backwards. I only caught a glimpse of the group of blond-haired girls before I was pushed into a janitor's closet. A glimpse was all I needed. The door slammed loudly as I fell onto the shelves, my heavy backpack cushioning my fall.

The impact forced the air out of my lungs. Bottles of detergent fell onto the floor and I hurriedly got up so that none will fall on my head.

Their triumphant cheers filled my ears slowly and I rubbed the back of my head as I pressed my ear to the cold door.

"We didn't hurt her, did we?" a female voice asked timidly from the other side of the door.

"Nah. She'll be fine," another voice said.

Someone asked a more important question, "Did she see our faces?"

You bet I did, I wanted to say. I didn't want to give them the satisfaction. I didn't need to see their faces to know who they were. These were the same group of girls who enjoyed tormenting me all through high school.

I should have done my research before accepting the scholarship to the college. If I had known they were going to be here, I- I wouldn't have done anything different anyways. It wasn't as if the orphanage was rolling in money.

"Doesn't matter. It's not like she has the guts to go to the Dean. Right, Anna?" Jessica taunted. She banged the door loudly with her fist and I drew back in surprise, backing into the shelf and causing it to rattle loudly as my backpack slammed into it again.

The laughter made my cheeks burn.

"We'll let you out after class!" Kelly said gleeful and they went their way, heels clicking loudly against the tiled floor.

Sighing, I pushed away from the shelf and glided my hands along the rough, stone wall, flinching at the thought of touching all the bacteria on the walls. I sneezed and blinked dust out of my eyes, then continued exploring the walls on either side of the door, praying that the light switch was installed in the room.

It was a few seconds before I found it. I must have moved passed it a dozen times out of panic. I switched it on and the light flickered before finally lighting up the small cupboard. There was a mop and a broom in one corner and a shelve right behind me. The room was barely big enough for me to fully stretch out my arms.

Fighting back the panic of being trapped here forever, I tried to find my phone. I wasn't some sort of barbarian. I had technology. I just needed to call someone and- Damn it. It wasn't in my pants. Maybe I had it in my backpack. I swung it around in front of me so hard that it hit another bottle on the shelf and made it fall to the floor.

"Ahhh," I shouted, and then resisted the urge to start cursing. I needed to keep a level head. This was just a temporary setback. It wasn't as if I had never been locked in a janitor's closet before. Sure, this was smaller than I was used to and I hadn't stashed any food on the shelves. I should really introduce myself to the janitors if I was going to be spending more time here.

I searched my bag for the phone and couldn't help but curse when I couldn't find it. "Where are you," I turned the bag over and threw everything on the ground. Books, notebooks, half a dozen pen, a pair of sunglasses, a scarf... no phone.

My breathing turned shallow and my heart pounded hard against my chest. I pounded my fist against the wall and screamed as loudly as I could.

"Help! Get me out of here! Can anybody hear me? Help!!"

My voice was two pitches higher than normal and I continued to scream until my voice was hoarse.

It wasn't long before I grew tired of screaming. Wasn't this a college? Surely somebody would walk past. I banged my head against the door repetitively and said in a dull monotone, "Let me out. Let me out. Let me out."

I sounded like an introduction to a horror movie. I cleared my throat and tried to sound less like a haunted spirit coming from the cupboard.

"Somebody help me. Please!" I pounded the door.

Then, I took a break and sat down to take a drink of water. At least I was prepared. There were a few snack bars in the bag and a bottle of water that should last me a day. I continued kicking the door with my shoe as I drank some water.

Jessica was right. I wouldn't go to the Dean to let him know about my problems. I was here on scholarship. I wasn't making them any money so I sure as hell shouldn't be causing any problems.

It's not a big deal. What's getting locked in a closet in the grand scheme of things? In a few years, I would graduate and be free of their teasing.

As I was looking through the bottles of detergent and wondering if any of them could be drinkable, the door opened.

There was a giant figure at the door. The bright light blinded me for a moment and I had to stop myself from covering my eyes with my arm. I was enough of a cliché as it was.

I considered bolting past him to avoid any questions, but the moment I looked up, I realized I had made a horrible mistake.

He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. I heard his friends call him Soju, like the drink. I could drink him all night long. Not that I would ever have the chance. He was way beyond my league.

His hair was combed neatly in spikes all over his head and his eyes were an impossible shade of gold that seemed to shine.

His jaw was tense when he looked down at me. He didn't need to be a genius to figure out what happened.

"Did someone lock you in here?" he asked nevertheless.

My cheeks reddened. "What?" I exclaimed with mock incredulity and forced a laughed. "Of course not! I was in here for soap. The ladies toilet is all out," I grabbed the nearest bottle on the floor.

His eyebrow arched as he read the label on the bottle. "That's bleach."

"Cleans like nothing else," I said. There was nothing quite as humiliating as getting saved by the hot guy I've had a crush on since I started college.

"I thought only high school children do things like this," he said, deadpanned. He extended a hand to help me up. I eyed it suspiciously and couldn't help but check behind him to make sure there was nobody else there before taking his hand. It was warm and large and comforting. I wished he didn't have to let go when he did.

"It's not a big deal," I mumbled with a shrug. "Thanks for opening the door."

"You should report this," he said, helping me collect my books and stuff them into my backpack.

"That'll just make things worse," I said, knowing a deep crimson was spreading across my cheeks. He even smelled good. Like soap. "I learned a long time ago that reacting just means they win."

I could see from my peripheral vision that he was staring at me with an expression akin to pity. Damn it. I wanted him to like me, not feel bad for me!

"Anyways, I got to get to class. I'll see you around," he said quickly, almost eager to get away from me. Maybe he thought being a loser was contagious.

I waited for him to be out of earshot before whispering, "We're going to the same class."

Chapter 2: Classes and Heroes

"Who let four eyes out?" Jessica called the moment I stepped into the classroom. I heard the girls laugh and flinched when I saw Soju's look of understanding from the second row. It was a small miracle he never noticed we were in the same economics class. Then again, I kept my head down and was careful not to get myself noticed.

Now he knew the people responsible for my little mishap. Soju sent the girls a glare, but they were too busy laughing amongst themselves to notice. It was probably for that best that they didn't. The less he associated with the girls, the better. I heard from the grapevine that Jessica was single and looking for her next arm candy.

I walked a little faster towards my seat. It was just my luck that they needed to take Econs 101. I couldn't drop the class since I didn't want to have to explain why.

At least I was doing well. More than well. I was the one skewing the curve and making it harder for anyone to get a higher grade, something the professor, thankfully, didn't disclose to everyone in class.

My only consolation was that by doing well, I was causing some of the girls to fail. They needed to retake the course since it was part of their major.

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to breathe deep and keep calm. When I opened them, the professor had entered the class.

I sighed in relief, letting go of the breath I didn't realize I had been holding. I could feel their eyes on me, just staring, waiting to make a move. They could keep staring while I focused on class. There was a reason they were failing.

Two long hours of note-taking later, I was ready to bolt out the door. Last to come, first to leave. That usually stopped the girls from having the chance to mess with me.

No sooner had I put my notes in my bag were they yanked out of my hands.

"Hey!" I exclaimed reaching to pull the notes back.

Jessica was holding onto them and waving them just beyond my reach. "Heard you're doing well for the class! Friends share notes with friends," Jessica said.

I couldn't help but snort at that. "We're not friends, Jessica."

Her upper lip quivered and she managed to pout convincingly. "I'm just trying to be nice. Right, Gabriella?" she turned to one of the girls. Gabriella was a pretty nice girl before she joined Jessica's gang. We partnered for Science class a few times.

Jessica twirled her hair as she waited for her friend to back her up. There were hints of strawberry at the end of her long blond hair.

Gabriella looked mildly uncomfortable. It was one thing to make fun of me when nobody else was looking and another matter altogether when they were doing it in a classroom full of people.

Most of our course mates had stopped in their tracks to watch the drama unfold. I didn't blame them. I would rather be any one of them now.

For several moments, Gabriella said nothing. Then, she said earnestly, "May we borrow your notes please?"

I was stunned by the sincerity in her voice. "Only if I can have it back later," I whispered.

"Thanks," she smiled. I wasn't the only one who was surprised. Jessica turned to her friend with a glare and Gabriella flinched.

"Is everything alright?" a masculine voice asked. My hero.

"Everything's fine," I said before anyone could have a chance to respond. I didn't need a big, strong man to come to my rescue and I certainly didn't need him to feel even sorrier for me. I was pathetic enough without his help.

Jessica swirled around, fully intent to show the newcomer exactly what she did to people who interrupted her, only to melt in the presence of Mr. Sexypants.

"Hi," she waved at Soju weakly, her perfectly manicured nails glimmering prettily.

Jessica towered over me but still had to tilt her head up to look at Soju, who glowered at her.

Soju ignored Jessica pointedly and turned to me. "Are you alright?" he asked.

"Everything's fine," I repeated. "Gabriella just wants to borrow my notes," I said.

"Yeah," Gabriella managed a half smile. "And apologize for this-."

"Are you two friends?" Jessica interrupted, stepping between me and Soju so he had to look at her. She was very pretty. A part of me was instantly worried she would have him under her spell.

"Yeah," Soju said, causing my eyes to bulge in disbelief. Sure, he saved me earlier that day, but that hardly made us friends. "Are you friends?" he asked in return, still staring suspiciously at Jessica.

"Anna and I go way back, right girls?" Jessica gushed, oozing with sincerity. Her big brown eyes were convincingly earnest and the rest of the girls echoed confirmations.

I was still too busy gaping at Soju. He only learned my name two seconds ago when Jessica said it.

"Listen, there's a party at the house tonight. Why don't you come?" Jessica asked Soju.

"Anna and I would love to go," Soju said, causing my jaw to fall even further from my face. The sorority house was not a place I wanted to step in. It was bad enough to have to deal with Jessica and a couple of girls, but an entire house of them? There was no way in heaven or hell that this would end in any good way.

"I don't think that's-"

"It'll be fun!" Gabriella chimed. "I promise," she said.

Now I was certain there was something wrong.

"We'll see you two tonight!" Jessica chirped, smiling brightly. She was really pretty when she's not being a total bitch.

"What the hell?" I blurted and turned to glare at Soju. For someone so ridiculously hot, he sure was dumb.

He stood there a moment and looked at me with narrow-eyed puzzlement. "Maybe you guys can be friends!" he said, sensing that he had made a mistake.

I groaned and swung my bag over my shoulder. "You just don't get it, do you?"

"Get what?"

"I don't want to be friends with them. I just want them to leave me alone."

It gave me a certain satisfaction to be the one turning my back to him as I walked away. It still hurt though.

Chapter 3: Party of Lies

"Here's some more stuff for you Anna," Professor Sid said absent-mindedly as he tossed an entire bucket of plastic beakers into the sink, successfully dirtying the tubes that I had just finished cleaning.

I counted to ten under my breath so I wouldn't explode.

"Please lock the door behind you after you're done," he said, wandering off. He turned off the lights before leaving the lab.

I was suddenly in complete darkness.