Some Like it Wicked

In fact, he intended to make her look even more disheveled. His hard cock pressed against his pants and reminded him how much he did want her, but something else more important rested heavy on his thoughts.

Lowering his hands from her face, he took her hand and pulled her along with him, heading back into Charmstone. “We have to go somewhere.”

“To my bed, I hope,” she murmured.

He winked. “Somewhere better.”

Chapter Eight

Thingamajigs.

Bryanna couldn’t take her eyes off the wooden sign hanging over top of the large bay window. Thingamajigs had been etched into the wood, with an old wrought iron lamp over it, making it glow within the dark night. The store resembled what she’d call an old, quaint cottage with a thatched roof and stone exterior.

She peeked in through the window as a soft lamp lit up the front of the store and she gasped. Inside were all the items she had conjured in that hour she had spent with Zeke. Tears welled in her eyes as she turned back to Zeke, speechless.

He grinned at her, and when she continued to gape at him, unable to put anything into proper words, he tucked her hair behind her ear. “Now you have a place where your magic isn’t useless. All of your thingamajigs will be a sure hit to those in Charmstone.”

A tear slid down her cheek. “You did this for me?”

“In part, I did this for myself too,” he murmured, stepping in closer toward her, causing her to tilt her head. “I’ve never seen a soul saved before, Bryanna.” His eyebrow arched. “Never.”

Drawing in a long breath, he swept her tears away with a brush of his fingers, then exhaled, fluttering the hair around her face. “I wanted to help you find a way to connect with your magic again. For you to see that you don’t need to be anything other than who you are. That your quirky magic doesn’t make you flawed, but makes you special. You can give the town something—a new store.”

He looked through the window, his eyes twinkling, then he turned to her. “So, yes, I did this for you, but that purpose gave me something I needed too—my final act of defiance against the Devil. I have made a soul happy without a deal with the Devil to achieve it.”

All she could do was stare at him in complete shock. She’d known Zeke was different from every other demon. A creature who should cause terror, but had simply helped her love herself. For the first time, she saw him—truly saw him—and the incredible sweetness in his soul, no matter darkness lived buried there too.

More to the point, she couldn’t believe he’d done this for her. He’d taken the time to put the shop together, brought her items from the field and had the sign designed. But most of all, she realized he’d done something that Layton never would have. “I’ll pay you back for the store.”

Zeke shook his head. “No, Bryanna.” He leaned down, holding her face tight in his hands. “You know as well as I do, money holds no meaning. This is my gift to you.” Dropping his hands from her face, he opened the door and a bell chimed. “Welcome to your shop.”

/> She entered the store, instantly surrounded by a small room and the scent of apples and cinnamon drifting through the air. The shelves against the wall to her left held her skin cream and candles. The high-heeled chair sat in the center of the room with the matching tables around it, while other items were scattered about in no sense of order.

Zeke’s spicy scent stole the apples and cinnamon as he closed in on her back, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I didn’t have a chance to set it up as I hoped—”

“It’s perfect, Zeke,” she interrupted. “I love it.”

He spun her in his arms and looked down at her, those eyes that should be rich with evil only shining with tenderness. “You’ve given me more than I have you with this shop, believe me on that.”

Without letting her respond, his mouth pressed against hers and she leaned up into his kiss. He didn’t sweep her away in gentle sensations; he devoured her with his demanding kiss. His tongue tangling with hers was as heated as hell itself, making her burn.

He walked forward, pushing against her, and she reciprocated by walking backward until the back of her knees connected with the high-heeled chair. His breath was raspy against her face and the low humming noises coming from his mouth made her shiver. He didn’t bother with searing kisses up her thighs, teasing her clit to heat her up. He didn’t use playful flicks of his tongue to bring forth pleasure. No, he consumed her and set her aflame.

Breaking away from the kiss, his nostrils flared and his gaze seared into her. The way he looked at her now, the devilish smile turning up the corners of his mouth, made her tighten her thighs as her clit throbbed.

“I might be good,” he murmured. “But, Bryanna, I want to be wicked now.”

Heat pooled in her belly and she stood on her tiptoes, nipping at his chin. When she heard his sharp intake of breath, she looked back into his eyes and molten embers greeted her. “Well, Zeke, luckily for you…” she licked her upper lip in a slow sweep, “this witch likes it wicked.”

As he stared at her mouth, his gaze darkened, then she was spun around and her chest was pinned against the chair. He kicked open her legs, removed her yoga pants and her lace thong was ripped from her body. She hadn’t heard him unbuckle his pants, but when his hard cock connected with her fiery flesh, she shuddered.

Without any warning, he thrust himself inside of her and she gasped, shocked by his aggression. Oh hell, she’d unleashed his dark side. But oh my, she reaped the rewards as he withdrew, only to thrust himself back in with a loud slap of his skin against hers.

“Yes,” she screamed as he continued to rock into her with hard thrusts.

A sudden slap on her ass had her arching up into him, then a firm hand pressed between her shoulder blades, pinning her. Another slap had her moaning and he only increased her loud noises with each hard thrust he delivered.

Two more slaps against her bottom made her skin flame hotter. His hard cock rubbed along a sensitive area, bringing tears into her eyes. He issued one final smack on her ass before he gripped her hip and quickened his thrusts, pounding into her.