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    “Bonosus and Valens are as worthy as I am,” Julian protested, her demon always thinking of others.
    “They have other destinies,” her father proclaimed. The two demons nodded, Bono grinning widely, Valens’s expression stoic and cold. “This family is everything to me, Julian, and you are the demon to lead our family after I’m gone.”
    Julian met Larissa’s gaze, his jaw clenched, a sheen shrouding his brilliant red eyes, his hand gripping hers with a painful intensity as though he feared she’d be ripped from his side.
    “You are the demon, Julian,” Larissa whispered soothingly, dropping her tote to rub one of his huge arms. His muscles flexed under her fingertips. “I believe in you and in us. We’re a team. We’ll lead this family together.”
    “My decision is made. You can’t change it,” her father arrogantly declared. “Come inside, and we’ll discuss how we’re to deal with Tetricus.”
    * * *
    Four hours later, Larissa led Julian into the small dance studio, a room her father had added to the mansion decades ago specifically for her. She locked the door behind them, ensuring they wouldn’t be interrupted by her two nosy sisters.
    “Are you dancing for me, angel?” Julian watched her move, his eyes glowing.
    “ You’re dancing for me .” Larissa grinned as she flicked on some bump and grind music, the bass pumping. “I want to see you take it all off.” She returned to his side, swaying her hips seductively, her flirty skirt flouncing, the mirrored walls reflecting all angles. “Take it all off.” She grabbed his broad shoulders, guiding his movements, easing the stress of his newly acquired responsibilities. Others guarded their demon stronghold as they relaxed. “Slowly. Sexily.”
    “How about you take my clothes off?” Julian clasped her rolling hips with his big hands. “And I concentrate on not flinging you to the floor and ravishing you?”
    Her pussy moistened, the thought of him losing control extremely erotic. “I’ll take your clothes off.” She pushed his jacket over his shoulders. The black fabric dropped to the hardwood floor. “But then I plan on ravishing you.” Larissa closed the distance between them, brushed her hips against the hard ridge in his pants, teasing him with her body.
    “You’ll ride me?” He flicked up her skirt and his coarse hands slid over her skin, cupping and squeezing.
    “I’ll suck you.” She turned in his arms, rubbed her ass against him and watched his expressions in the mirror. He was big and strong yet his face softened with love and lust.
    Julian raised her skirt, revealing her panties. “You’ll suck me dry.” He ripped the fragile ribbons hugging her hips and the scrap of white lace floated to the floor.
    “You’re supposed to be stripping, not me,” she murmured, arching into his hands, her nipples hard against her cotton blouse. Julian threaded his fingers through her private hair and dipped his fingertips into her wetness.
    Larissa danced away from him, her legs trembling, and Julian glowered, watching her, his gaze heated, his cock hard.
    “Take your shirt off for me, Julian,” she purred. She ran her hands over her body, grazed her taut nipples with her fingers, and played with her skirt.
    With his red-eyed gaze remaining on her, he tore the white shirt from his torso, stripping off the garment in seconds, his ferocity leaving red lines on his tanned skin. “It’s off.” He jammed his fists onto his hips.
    Larissa laughed. “Slowly, Julian.” She lightly ran her fingers across his chest, touching him as she had touched herself. “Slow is hotter.” She circled him, admiring the muscles in his back and shoulders. “Sexier.” She licked his arm, tasting salt and minerals, and he shuddered. “More powerful.”
    “If you become any more powerful, I’ll come in my pants,” Julian grumbled, leaning into her, warmth radiating from him, his musky scent heavy in the air.
    “Then I should take