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Anna's life just got a lot more complicated, and that's saying something considering she doesn't remember anything about her past due to her memory loss. The last thing she needs is two sexy alpha males, one of whom is a horned demon, fighting for her attention, but she doesn't have a say in the primal pleasures they introduce to her innocent body. ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ "Anna, I've missed you so much," he growled, kissing my head with lips that felt like fire. "Keep awake, Anna. It's dangerous to sleep when you're cold." I was just a little cold and sleepy, I wanted to tell him, but I was so tired and it was nice and warm in his arms. The sound of traffic disappeared suddenly and we were surrounded by an echoing silence. I yelped when he released me onto a bed and immediately tried to see where the strange man had brought me, but he was standing right in front of me and it was hard to look at anywhere else but him. His obsidian eyes and hair were as hard to ignore as his large horns, growing from his head like buffalo horns, large and imposing. He was lean but muscular, every inch of him sculpted like there wasn't an ounce of fat in his body. A single loin cloth wrapped around his hips, dangerously close to falling. His skin was ashen, even in the dim light, and seem to glow. I should be afraid, but the sight of him calmed me down more than anything had. His eyes shone with unshed tears. "I thought I would never see you again," he said, drinking in the sight of me like a man starved. "Do you remember me, Anna?" he asked even though in his eyes, he knew the answer. I shook my head. "Mateo told me about you. But I didn't believe him..." I felt my face heat up as I looked at him. It was difficult not to stare at how low the cloth was hanging on his hips. Under his direct stare, I was beginning to find it harder and harder to fall asleep. My heart began to beat in a hectic staccato. "What are you?" I asked. When had he gotten so close? I was shaking even though it was starting to grow warmer. Instead of answering, his knuckle lightly grazed across my collar bone. I drew in a shuddering breath of air as his finger gently glided from the delicate bone and teased up my neck. "Dante-" I felt him tense when I said his name. His eyes closed and emitting low, inhuman noises from deep in his throat, he climbed onto the bed with me. "Perhaps your body remembers me," he growled.
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Lust & Monsters 2
Domination and Submission, Short Story, Supernatural Romance
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.
This book can be enjoyed on its own, but for optimum reading experience, check out the first book of Lust & Monsters: Accidental Contract
"What are you?"
"You know exactly what I am."
He stepped forward and I backed away until the back of my knee touched the cold bathtub. I yelped as I fell backwards and he wrapped his arms around my waist to keep my head from hitting the porcelain tub.
"I'm the demon you summoned," he whispered, his lips so close to my ear that goose bumps erupted from where his breath brushed my skin. "And now you're mine."
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?
This is short story contains scenes that's meant for mature audiences only. Chapters with 18+ scenes are indicated with an asterisk (*).
"Hold still," the strange woman tugged on my hair until my head was tilted backwards and my eyebrows were pulled up. Gritting my teeth, I allowed the stranger to blacken my eyelids with black eyeliner. Briefly, I wondered if I should be resisting more, but something told me that the woman wouldn't hesitate to blind me just to simplify matters for herself.
"Where am I?" I asked, my voice a little broken. My eyes ached, as if I had been crying but I couldn't remember why.
When she didn't respond, I tried something else.
"Who am I?"
There was a dull pain on the back of my head every time I tried to think too hard. I guessed it was the reason why I had no recollection of who I am or how I managed to find myself in the horribly debilitated establishment that looked completely unfamiliar.
The heat was unbearable, as were the insects and bugs buzzing in and out of the windows. I guessed that we were on the second floor of an odd building with wooden floors that creaked whenever she moved around.
I didn't feel like a hostage. I hadn't seen her call anybody since I had woken up on the chair. I considered the option that she had called someone when I wasn't awake, but there was no phone in sight. She didn't look like she was expecting company either.
My brain felt heavy, like I had been hit over the head repeatedly. I licked my lips, finding my mouth dry. Then, I turned to the woman and asked, "Why are you doing this?"
"You asked for this, Anna," she spat, unable to keep her lips sealed any longer. She was lying. There was no way I would ask to have my hands tied behind my back with ropes while she painted my face with... makeup?
"Is that my name?" I felt like an Anna. I wish I remembered what I looked like. I stared at the woman, trying to find something familiar about her. She was beautiful, her long red hair pulled up into a tight knot, lush lips painted bright red. There was something dangerous about the way her green eyes focused on me.
Her fingers in my hair tightened and I gasped as she tilted my head further back, then released me. My head fell forward, chin touching my neck.
She had her fingers on my chin, tilting my head up so she could study her work. She twisted my face this way and that, judging me with fierce green eyes. "That should make you pretty enough for him to notice," she murmured to herself.
"Pretty enough for who to notice?"
"Remember, to keep your head down, alright?" she said, staring at me. "If you really love him, keep your head down," she said.
"I don't understand what you're saying" I muttered quietly.
"I want to pretend I'm sorry for this, but I'm really not," she said as if I hadn't said anything at all.
"You're talking in riddles!" I said, frustration catching up in my voice.
"It's alright. Just remember to keep your head down," she said. Before I could ask her more questions, she raised her hand and brought it up to strike me about the head.
My head whipped to the side and immediately I tasted red copper on my lip.
I was surprised when she cut the ropes binding my wrists, releasing my arms from behind the chair. My hands clasped my mouth, feeling the warm blood seep through my fingers.
I stared at the woman, confused about the way she was treating me. Why put makeup on my face if she was just going to mess it up by hitting me?
She poked her head through the open window. "He's there," she muttered, then turned back to me, gasping when she saw that I was right behind her. Her green eyes widened, then narrowed as she stared at me.
"You better not die," she said right before slamming into me.
It took a moment for the pain to sink in, for me to realize that she had just stabbed me in the stomach. It felt warm where she struck me. She pulled back and aimed at me again, but I managed to scramble out of the way. She only nicked my arm. Maybe it was the combination of adrenaline and shock, but I didn't feel the pain. That would come later.
I held a hand to my stomach and felt blood warm my fingers.
Before I could ask her why she was doing this, she grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, and then, with inhuman strength, she threw me out the window into the open air.
The pain finally caught up with me as I connected to the ground. There was a loud ringing in my ear that made everything blurry. My head was really hurting now, but so was everything else. I groaned as I tried to sit up. Around me, people were starting to gather, shouting in a foreign language as they pointed from me to the window where I had been thrown out of.
I was wrong. We were on the first floor of a house held up by wooden pillars. The ground I had been thrown into was soft, at least. I had never seen a house like that before, built entirely out of wood. There were several identical houses around us and people were leaving their homes to see what the noise was about. They looked foreign. They had dark skin and smaller frames. Their hair was so black it almost shone in the bright sunlight. The clothes they wore were worn, but simple.
Curiosity made their eyes shine, but nobody came forward to help me. There was fear in their eyes as they turned back to the house. The woman was standing back from the window, staring at me with eyes so green they looked like emeralds. She took another step back and disappeared.
"Iblis, iblis," they murmured amongst themselves. I later learned that the word meant demon.
Everything hurt as I stood up. I stumbled on my feet, my toes clutching dirt as I tried to move.
I couldn't make head or tails of the words that everyone was shouting. I wasn't in Kansas anymore, I thought with a mirthless laugh. Not the time to be laughing, Anna
I gurgled and tasted more blood. That wasn't good. I could bleed out if I didn't get to a doctor soon. I stumbled forward.
"I- I need a d-doctor! Doctor!" I repeated, hoping they would understand.
It seems that word remained the same in their language. I heard shouts of "Panggil dokter! Dokter!" amongst their panicked screaming.
A man ran towards me, his golden blond hair a sharp contrast against the sea of black. His skin was pale too, freckles marring his creamy tone.
"Stay still," he said as he approached me.
American, I thought. He caught me as I fell and I let the darkness consume me.
Thick, wild hair was wet and sticking to my face. The blood from the injury on my head trickled over my eyes and down my chin, staining my blue shirt. I reached for unfamiliar face the mirror and the glass shattered.
I blinked and the image was gone. My reflection stared listlessly back at me on the reflective surface of the building. There was no blood on my face. I was fine. Everything was going to be fine. I forced a bright smile, then pulled up my lipstick and reapplied a dash of red to my lips. There. All better.
Everything had been so calm after I came to Australia. I found myself enjoying the peace and quiet, the melancholy of doing the same things over and over day after day. I wake up and complete my chores, wait for meals, then go back to sleep. If I was lucky, I could go through the whole day without having to talk to anybody.
Drawing in a deep breath, I redid my hair, pulling it back into a neat ponytail that brought out my eyes. The people in the hospital put me somewhere in my early twenties when they found me, so I agreed when they put my age as twenty one.
It didn't seem to matter one way or another how old I was. It was odd, to not have memories of the past, but I was eager to start anew with my future. Doctor Enrique discovered that I had a knack for music when I told him the piano in his waiting room was off-key and got in touch with an old friend.
He recommended me for the job even though I have close to no experience... in anything.
"You have to start somewhere, Anna," he said. "You've been helping Melissa with the computer, so you do know your way around that. What's the harm in trying?" Melissa was the older woman working in his office who didn't know her computer could be used for things other than Solitaire.
The doctor was right. I needed to start somewhere. I had been staying in a women's shelter ever since I arrived in Australia, which wasn't the best place to be living in for the rest of my life.
Maybe with a proper paying job, I could move into someplace less crowded. Less... unhappy.
I knew I was one of many in a long line of interviewees for the job as personal assistant to the enigmatic boss, but I had a good feeling about this.
I stood before the over-sized entrance door and rested my hands against the polished timber surface, my fingers brushing over the shiny gold logo of my new employer. Silver Tongue Recording Industries. A ripple of nervous energy fluttered in my stomach.
The door swept open in front of me and I came face to face with a tall, tanned man. "You must be Mr. Palmer's nine o'clock," he said simply, almost a little impatient.
"Uh. Yeah," I said, but he wasn't even looking at me. He looked down his list and asked, "Ms. Anna Doe?"
I nodded. Sounded better than Jane Doe.
He waved me towards the elevator behind him and said curtly, "Sixteenth floor."
"Thanks," I said, swallowing nervously as I wandered into the elevator. I smoothed the blouse the doctor had managed to find for me, but it was a little too small. My breasts threatened to escape from my blouse and I tried to redo the top button. It popped off the moment I let go and I gasped.
Panicking slightly, I looked for where the button had gone and saw that the doorman staring at me with a smirk. Blood rushed to my cheeks. How long had he been staring? Did he see?
I snuck a glance at him. Oh god, he was coming this way. Still blushing brightly, I looked away, hoping that would make him change his course. Nothing to see here.
I didn't know much about the man I was meeting, but from the sheet size of the building, it was obvious that the man was wealthy. The location was desirable, overlooking the beautiful Sydney beaches that were lined with luxury apartments and restaurants. I was lucky that there was a bus that stopped near the place.
The man in charge of the company, Gregory Dime, had gone through six personal assistants in the past four months according to the good doctor. Either he was impossible to work with, or he had horrible luck with the people he hired. I leaned towards the former rather than the latter.
"Miss, you gotta press the button for the elevator to move," the doorman said with a chuckle, leaning in to help me press the panel inside the elevator for the sixteenth floor.
"Thanks," I murmured, feeling my cheeks burn. I felt like an idiot.
The door was just starting to slide close when a man stepped inside, breathing heavily.
"Made it!" he grinned triumphantly. The stranger joining me in the elevator was an impossibly tall man with shoulder length wave black hair. Black tattoos lined every inch of his body that I could see. His white button up shirt was folded up, leaving his arms unclothed. Black designs swirled around his arms, perfectly reflected on each arm. The top three buttons of his shirt was open, revealing tattooed, slightly hair skin underneath.
His face was clear of the tattoos, which was a blessing since he was too gorgeous to be marred with black ink. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a pair of skin tight jeans that hugged every muscle on his body.
He ran his fingers through his locks and grinned. "Hey there! You must be new." Dark eyes winked at me with a bright smile.
"What gave you that idea?" I asked, immediately defensive for no reason I could discern.
"You've got that panicked, first-day-of-work look about you."
I relaxed a little. Right, of course. I tried to relax my shoulders so I didn't look like I was readying myself for a fight.
"I'm Mateo," he said, reaching out to shake my hand.
I stared at his hand suspiciously before taking it. "Anna," I said. "You don't sound local, Mateo," I added, noticing his lack of the affable Australian accent I had grown used to hearing from everyone except the doctor.
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