where all good girls with intact souls go when they die. Tell me, my dear, do you think your soul will be intact when I’m finished with you?”
Anna wasn’t sure what was required to keep her soul intact, and was even less sure she could manage to follow whatever the rule was. Especially since she found herself simultaneously repelled and attracted to him.
Again, the thought that she shouldn’t be feeling anything toward this person, or any person right now, danced across her mind, but then evaporated into nothing.
“W-what are you?” She maneuvered around the edge of the room, moving toward the seat he’d just vacated.
“Haven’t you guessed yet? A dirty old demon that slips into your dreams and watches you touch yourself?” When no recognition lit her face, he sighed, exasperated. “I’m an incubus.”
He seemed very put out about it. “You women know all about werewolves and vampires, but the concept of an incubus escapes you. I don’t know why I bother sometimes.”
Anna reached the chair. His self-pity over not being listed on the top ten list of most seductive villains ever was enough distraction for her to grab the floor lamp. She swung it out in a wide arc.
The lamp felt awkward in her hand, but wasn’t too heavy. Yet it went through him as if he wasn’t there and crashed to the floor, causing Anna to lose her balance.
The room was once again cloaked in darkness as his hand shot out and stopped her fall. She pulled away when she was steady, grabbing at the sheet that had slipped partially off her body. Her eyes darted around the dark trying to readjust and determine where the threat had moved to.
She worked to make her breathing and her heartbeat quieter, as if the demon wouldn’t hear them anyway. As if he couldn’t see her somehow in the darkness trying to keep from pulling another fainting act.
Demon. The idea was so ridiculous, and yet . . .
The lamp had gone through him. She’d seen it. How could he touch her if she couldn’t touch him? Was she dreaming again? God, I hope so. Please, let this be a dream.
The silhouette of the demon moved swiftly in front of her, and she found herself backed against the wall. Anna struggled, her arms flailing out to protect herself.
“Feisty,” he growled, pinning both of her small wrists against the wall with one hand. The demon’s lips grazed her ear, and his hot breath sent a wave of unexpected pleasure through her stomach. “I like feisty in a girl.”
His free hand roamed over her side, causing the satin material to slide up against her flesh. She remembered those hands, only now it wasn’t a dream. God help her. She couldn’t stop the little mewl from leaving her mouth. Then her struggling resumed. She couldn’t let him do this.
“You’d save me from Marshal just so you can finish what he started?” Her voice came out flat, as if the odds against her had stolen all her energy.
He’d protected her, carried her to bed, tended to her wounds, watched over her. Now she was to be his victim, instead? She ignored the voice in her head that said being this man’s victim didn’t sound like a bad deal.
He growled softly, then pushed himself away from the wall. The door opened and light from the hallway spilled in. His back was to her, every muscle held in tension when he spoke.
“Put on some clothes, and meet me in the living room in five minutes.” Or else was left unspoken. “We have to talk.”
Anna didn’t ask why they couldn’t talk here. She preferred getting the sex demon away from her bed. Thank you very much.
When he’d gone, she gingerly stepped around the broken glass and reached for the light switch. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking as she fumbled through the dresser drawer. Caroline’s tight-lipped response about what had been going on made sense now.
The house shook as the demon in her living room expressed his displeasure at being kept waiting.
“I’m coming!” She pulled a Ramones T-shirt over her head.
Anna wasn’t sure what was required to keep her soul intact, and was even less sure she could manage to follow whatever the rule was. Especially since she found herself simultaneously repelled and attracted to him.
Again, the thought that she shouldn’t be feeling anything toward this person, or any person right now, danced across her mind, but then evaporated into nothing.
“W-what are you?” She maneuvered around the edge of the room, moving toward the seat he’d just vacated.
“Haven’t you guessed yet? A dirty old demon that slips into your dreams and watches you touch yourself?” When no recognition lit her face, he sighed, exasperated. “I’m an incubus.”
He seemed very put out about it. “You women know all about werewolves and vampires, but the concept of an incubus escapes you. I don’t know why I bother sometimes.”
Anna reached the chair. His self-pity over not being listed on the top ten list of most seductive villains ever was enough distraction for her to grab the floor lamp. She swung it out in a wide arc.
The lamp felt awkward in her hand, but wasn’t too heavy. Yet it went through him as if he wasn’t there and crashed to the floor, causing Anna to lose her balance.
The room was once again cloaked in darkness as his hand shot out and stopped her fall. She pulled away when she was steady, grabbing at the sheet that had slipped partially off her body. Her eyes darted around the dark trying to readjust and determine where the threat had moved to.
She worked to make her breathing and her heartbeat quieter, as if the demon wouldn’t hear them anyway. As if he couldn’t see her somehow in the darkness trying to keep from pulling another fainting act.
Demon. The idea was so ridiculous, and yet . . .
The lamp had gone through him. She’d seen it. How could he touch her if she couldn’t touch him? Was she dreaming again? God, I hope so. Please, let this be a dream.
The silhouette of the demon moved swiftly in front of her, and she found herself backed against the wall. Anna struggled, her arms flailing out to protect herself.
“Feisty,” he growled, pinning both of her small wrists against the wall with one hand. The demon’s lips grazed her ear, and his hot breath sent a wave of unexpected pleasure through her stomach. “I like feisty in a girl.”
His free hand roamed over her side, causing the satin material to slide up against her flesh. She remembered those hands, only now it wasn’t a dream. God help her. She couldn’t stop the little mewl from leaving her mouth. Then her struggling resumed. She couldn’t let him do this.
“You’d save me from Marshal just so you can finish what he started?” Her voice came out flat, as if the odds against her had stolen all her energy.
He’d protected her, carried her to bed, tended to her wounds, watched over her. Now she was to be his victim, instead? She ignored the voice in her head that said being this man’s victim didn’t sound like a bad deal.
He growled softly, then pushed himself away from the wall. The door opened and light from the hallway spilled in. His back was to her, every muscle held in tension when he spoke.
“Put on some clothes, and meet me in the living room in five minutes.” Or else was left unspoken. “We have to talk.”
Anna didn’t ask why they couldn’t talk here. She preferred getting the sex demon away from her bed. Thank you very much.
When he’d gone, she gingerly stepped around the broken glass and reached for the light switch. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking as she fumbled through the dresser drawer. Caroline’s tight-lipped response about what had been going on made sense now.
The house shook as the demon in her living room expressed his displeasure at being kept waiting.
“I’m coming!” She pulled a Ramones T-shirt over her head.
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