Claimed By The Devil (Devil's Riders 8)

"Take your clothes off," a rough voice said from behind me.

I turned to stare at him.

"What?"

“Your clothes. Take them off now. Otherwise, I’ll rip them off."

My eyes got wide. Nick looked different. Determined. And a little bit like he was in pain. He shook his head as if to say ‘so be it’ and reached for me.

"Wait! I borrowed them."

"I'm waiting," he said with hard eyes. He wasn't just impatient. He was demanding. Implacable. Almost cold. Except that wasn’t the right word.

The look in Nick’s eyes was so hot, it was like that feeling when you burned yourself but you didn’t even feel it at first.

This is happening, I realized. Right now.

Nick was going to make love to me. Take my virginity. I’d waited for this for years, watched and wanted him for years, but now that the time had finally come, I was nervous. Beyond nervous. I was terrified. Not of him. Never him.

I was just afraid I would make a fool of myself.

My hands fumbled as I reached behind me for the laces. He cursed and grabbed my shoulders, spinning me so he could get at my corset. But he didn't fumble with the ties the way I had. He moved with absolute precision. The ties were loosened quickly, the hugging sensation of the corset molding to my body falling away. He turned me again and reached for my skirt. He unfastened it and shoved it down over my hips.

"Lift your arms," he said. I felt a bit like a child as I obeyed and he pulled the bustier up and over my shoulders. But there was nothing childish about the look in his eyes. It was pure male heat. I'd never seen that particular expression on his face before. It was as if he’d been holding back before and now he . . . wasn’t.

It sent a thrill straight to my core.

"Fuck, Melissa," he breathed as he stared at my almost naked body in my new lingerie. I reached for my shoes but he stopped me. "Leave them," he said.

And then he pounced on me. There was no other word for it. He was like an animal, all lips and teeth and hands. Attacking me. But not to hurt. It was almost as if he was trying to inhale me. To absorb me into him.

He kissed me roughly, gripping my hips and yanking me against his hardness. And he was hard. His massive erection was burning into me, even through his worn-in jeans. I don't think I'd ever realized just how big he was. For some reason, right now, I could feel every inch of him. Nick wasn’t just big, like I’d told the girls. He was huge. Way too big to manage in any of the ways the girls had described to me.

And I had asked for this.

Nick was definitely going to put himself inside me. Soon. I felt an answering heat in my belly, despite my fear. Thankfully, he distracted me, stroking and caressing my body with his rough hands. I let my head fall back as he started to ravage my throat.

“Melissa . . . fuck . . . I can’t wait.”

He fell to his knees and pulled my panties to the side, sliding his tongue up and all over my bare pussy lips. I gasped and grabbed his shoulders, holding on for dear life. The sensual onslaught was unrelenting. All the other times Nick had touched me, there had been a gentleness to his touch, a level of restraint. Not today. Not now.

Nick was like a wild animal finally released from his cage.

Right now, he was fucking me relentlessly with his tongue, and I could not believe how much I liked it.

“Spread your legs. Wider,” he demanded, his breath fanning my exposed pussy. I did as he told me to, widening my stance. We were mere feet from the elevator doors behind us. It was broad daylight, the sun barely beginning to set. It felt perverse, but there was nothing on earth that could have stopped either one of us.

I nearly fell backward as he pulled my clit into his mouth and started sucking on it, hard. His tongue flicked against the tender nub and I cried out. He let go of my hips to slip a finger inside me.

“Too tight. Fuck. Open up that pussy for me,” he growled. Then I was lifted up and deposited over the arm of one of the couches. I felt him lower himself behind me and spread my cheeks. He dragged my panties down to my knees and dove into me face first.

“That’s it, come for me,” he said, working me with his tongue and lips and fingers. He slipped a second finger inside me and I whimpered in need. “I’m a lot bigger than this. You need to relax . . . fuck!”