didn’t stop. I looked at Blaze, who was rolling his eyes, and I grinned.
“God, these girls need their daddies slapped.”
Green Eyes didn’t stop, so I thrummed her clit with my thumb, pressing harshly against it until her whole body tightened, ready for release. As soon as I knew she was about to go over the edge, I yanked my fingers out, wiped them down her shirt, then shoved her to the floor. “You’re pathetic. Get the fuck out of here.”
She scrambled on her hands and knees towards the hallway, where Tallon and Denise were just walking out of the bathroom, hand in hand.
These girls disgusted me. All of them. Every single person in this room. I was twenty-six years old, and they all acted like we were still in high school. Every weekend they showed up at my door, whether I’d invited them or not. Just because I partied hard in high school didn’t mean I still wanted their asses still in my life. They came because they thought that being seen with me would rub some good luck on them. Get them promoted at their jobs or give them attention to their families’ political campaign.
Didn’t they know that associating with me would only bring a soulless corruption into their lives? I was tired of their needy and weak asses. I wanted them out.
I needed something real, something fulfilling.
I stood up as the anger inside me belted out, needing some kind of release. My dragon energy pulsed through the room as I knocked the bottle of vodka out of Blaze’s hand. It flew across the room, shattering on the opposite wall. “Get the fuck out of here! Everyone.” I looked at Billy. “The bar’s closed. Done. We’re finished for the night.” People began to stumble from the room, drunk and high. Poker cards and chips fell to the floor as powerful dragon shifters rushed towards the front of the house, desperate to leave. They all knew what I was like when I didn’t get my way. “In fact, don’t bother to come back. Spread the word. The Hoffman house is closed for business. Don’t show up again, unless you’re specifically invited.”
Heads popped out of the adjoining rooms. I stared down a girl I didn’t even recognize, and she clasped her clothes to her, clearly in the middle of undressing. “You too!” She leaped across the room, not bothering to get dressed, towing some guy behind her.
Tallon ignored my temper tantrum and led Denise to one of the back rooms, a grin on his face and shaking his head. She glared at me, then gave me a triumphant look before she disappeared into the dark hallway. Like I gave a fuck.
I also noticed she had the towel clutched in her hand, like a piece of candy she didn’t want to give up.
I glanced down at Blaze, whose whole body was rigid, his hands clasped tight to the sofa cushion. I growled, turning back around.
“Mila.” I pointed at her. Mason was pulling her out of the room, but she stopped in the doorway. “You.” I crooked my finger at her. “Come here.”
“Baby, no.” Mason’s voice was weak, almost begging. “Don’t do it.” She looked at him, hesitating.
“Mila, come here.” Blaze’s voice was low, commanding. “I want your cunt on my lap.”
She dropped Mason’s hand and took a step forward, then another, until she was standing in front of Blaze. “Get on your knees, first.”
I looked her over as she fell to her knees. I could see her appeal — dark tan skin with dark hair, feather-light freckles across her nose. Her tits looked natural. Small, but big enough to get me hard. Mason still stood in the doorway, uncertain. I cocked my eyebrow. “You gonna stand there holding your dick or what?”
He shook his head no, and I tilted my head to the side, my lips spreading up into a grin. I knew it. “Come on, then.”
Tonight was going to be just like any other night — done in my home, with my things, and exactly how I liked it, regardless of the consequences to anyone else.
And there was no one in the world I would ever let change it.
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Magic of the Demon Fae
Magic of the Demon Fae features a snarky, kick-ass heroine and her obnoxious, movie quoting, british-pretender cat. Combined with three brooding, protective demons and one warrior angel love interest that you won't have to choose between.
A paranormal RH
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He gently tilted my head