Destructively Alluring (8 page)

Demi raised an eyebrow at me impishly. “Do you want me to go?” she asked.

I shook my head, unable to properly voice how badly I didn’t want her to go.

“Well then, upstairs?”

I chuckled, relief pounding through me. I still had her hand in mine and I used the hold to lead her, turning and heading towards the elevators. Instinctively, I ended up squeezing her hand just a little bit tighter and when she squeezed mine in return I wanted to smile like the biggest idiot in the whole city.

It didn’t make sense.

Yet, it made perfect sense.

Everything was becoming too obvious to me. Things were happening and I knew damned well what they were. There were a million reasons why what I was feeling was wrong. One of the most important being: I hadn’t even had her, yet. I shouldn’t have been this enamoured, damn it.

But I was.

Not to mention her dad. What the fuck was I going to tell him about the fact that I was going to be dating his daughter? His teenaged daughter?

Dating?

Clearly. I had no interest in just using her. Not that I hadn’t done that with other women before but I couldn’t imagine doing that to Demi.

Then again, aside from whatever happened tonight, I had no idea what Demi would want. I had no…

“Shit,” I cursed, my chaotic thoughts crashing and out of nowhere reminding me of something
very
important.

“What?” Demi asked.

I came to a stop right in front of the elevators, jaw twitching.

“Dorian, what is it?”

I groaned, feeling an agony tearing through me that rivaled acid splashing on my insides.

“Dorian, you’re scaring me.”

“Baby, I don’t mean to. It’s just…fuck,” I cursed.

“Dorian!” Demi snapped, turning me around so she could glare up at me. “What is it?”

“Idon’thaveanycondoms,” I mumbled quickly under my breath while leaning against the wall.

“What?”

“I don’t have any condoms,” I repeated, feeling like the biggest ass in history.

“Wha…are you serious? Do you normally not use them or something?” Demi asked.

I looked at her, expecting…hell, I don’t know what I was expecting but it sure as fuck wasn’t the confused and amused look on her face.

I was about to experience a physical rupture that would surely be fatal and she was amused.

Yay.

“No,” I ground out, turning away from her and proceeding to bang my head against the wall. Then, because the anguish my dick was in wasn’t abating in the least, I decided to bang my head harder.

“No,” Demi repeated, ignoring the danger I was putting my welfare in. “So if not, why don’t you have any? Did you run out recently?”

Now I could definitely hear something I didn’t want to hear in her tone. I was sorely tempted to bang my head until, perhaps, my brain tissue ended up adorning the wall. “I ran out months ago,” I confessed.

“Are you telling me - are you serious?” she asked incredulously.

“It’s your fault,” I grumbled, feeling my face burn red.

Beautiful. On top of everything else, I was now blushing. What more could this girl do to emasculate me?

“Dorian, stop banging your head. I don’t want you hurting yourself,” Demi said, grabbing my shoulder and urging me to turn around. Once I did, she took me by surprise, cupping my face and smiling up at me.

“You…cute. You’re blushing and it’s freaking cute.”

I groaned, shaking my head. I was about to just confess my sudden lack of manhood and how it was all her fault. However, before I could do so, Demi pulled me back down and gave me a soft kiss that reminded me damn well of how much testosterone was still coursing through my system.

“The store’s right outside,” Demi breathed, sighing when I brought her closer.

“I don’t think I’m going to survive,” I whispered, nibbling at those lips.

Demi giggled, the sound punching me right in the cock. “I might not, either. But we have to try, right?” And she managed to pull away, her expression turned on and playful.

Lord, I’m begging. You win, I’m begging. Give me the strength. But above all, help me hide this damned hard-on. Amen.

“Come on,” she said, tugging on my hand and leading me in the elevator. It arrived in the lobby less than ten seconds later. Demi awkwardly let go of my hand once the door slid open. I didn’t have to be a mind reader to know what was going through her head. My girl thought I’d mind people seeing us together like that. Which was ridiculous, really, considering how I’d carried her away from the gala.

I was about to grab her hand and show her that I didn’t care who saw. One look around warped those plans. Too many people were in the lobby. In other words, too many
men
. Too many pairs of eyes that turned to stare at what was mine. When I saw the guy who lived below me and how his eyes raked my girl from head to toe…

“Dorian,” Demi gasped, obviously surprised that I’d wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her in tight.

I raised my eyebrows, throwing her an ‘innocent’ look.

“Oh my God,” Demi laughed under her breath, shaking her head at me.

We stepped out of the building. It wasn’t lost on me that Demi hadn’t pulled away and when she slowly reached her arm around me, something warm shot through me. Something that made me feel oddly lightheaded.

It could just be all the blood
not
in your head right now.

This is true…

“We’re going to have to do something about this reaction you keep having when a guy looks my way,” Demi suggested playfully as we entered the huge, air-conditioned ‘pharmacy.’

“You’re right,” I mused, pursing my lips. “We need to get you lots of long-sleeve turtlenecks and loose pants.”

Demi stared up at me with an unamused look. I shrugged my shoulders. “Then you’re just going to have to be more understanding of the fact that I don’t like other guys looking at you that way, aren’t you?”

She just shook her head at me again. She wasn’t really looking at me but I could still tell she was fighting back a smile. Several people turned to look at us as we walked by. I knew it was most likely because of the way we were dressed. That and how hot my girl was. I managed to ignore them and lead Demi towards the aisle that had the condoms. I took one look at what they had, finding the lambskin ones and grabbing a box of three.

Then, I thought better of it. Put it back and grabbed the box of twelve.

Nah, fuck that. I put that back, kneeled slightly and there you go. Thirty six condoms, nearly eighty dollars, but of course price wasn’t an issue and I didn’t give a damn about that.

Latex was annoying. I refused to wear that shit. Besides, these came the closest to feeling like nothing and I needed to feel as much of Demi as I could now that we were going to do this. I straightened up and saw her squinting at the box I was holding.

She caught me staring at her and blushed again. “What?” I asked, looking between the box and her.

“Aside from the size of that box compared to the other two you picked out first…nothing. I’d heard of those and was curious, that’s all.” She shrugged after that, cheeks still pink.

I walked up to her and pulled her back into my side, fighting the urge to nibble on her cheek. “You heard about them?”

“More like read.”

“Where?” I asked as we walked towards the cashier.

“Cosmo.”

“Cosmo? Wait, the magazine? The one always advertising sex tips on the cover and shit?”

Demi blushed harder, her face nearing red.

“Demi,” I all but growled, my imagination running wild. “What have you been reading?”

“What? Just ‘cause I haven’t had someone to try out those things on, it doesn’t mean I haven’t been curious,” she said in a small, defensive voice.

“Me,” I pretty much grunted, sounding like an ape.

“What?”

“You’re going to try out all those things with
me
,” I clarified, staring hungrily at her. Needing to feel her closer, I pulled her all the way up against my chest. Not even the clothes between us could bar the electric heat we ignited from leaking through.

I knew her nipples were hard for me. Her facial expression said it all, I didn’t need to see anything else. The way she nodded her head made that urge come back. The one that had me licking at my teeth from behind tense lips. The one that had me salivating, the mere thought of that skin in the grip of my teeth nearly turning me into a beast.

I took advantage of the fact that we were waiting in line and took her mouth. Took it as much as I could considering people were around. Demi clung to me, her little hands vicious fists in the fabric of my shirt.

I wanted her to rip it off. Wanted buttons flying as she tore at any barrier in her way. I wanted her wild but most of all I wanted her that way because
I
had been the one to drive her there.

“Next…next!”

I backed away from Demi, panting and fighting the urge to growl at the cashier. I pulled Demi’s hand and rushed us forward. The young boy took one look between Demi and I, looked down at the condoms, and there you go. He knew.

Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at Demi, trying to see if she was bothered by this. She was having a hard time fighting back a smile, her kiss-swollen lips pursed from the effort.

Dangerous. She was dangerous. She could make a man fall in love without even trying.

You’re already halfway there.

Refusing to think on that, I took out my wallet. Threw a hundred at the boy. Didn’t even wait for my change. I took the bag, turned to Demi, bent enough to grab her and almost flung her up into my arms.

“Dorian!” she cried, eyes wide.

I stared straight ahead, determined as I all but barreled out of that store. Once outside, it took all my self-control
not
to run into the lobby.

“Dorian,” Demi laughed, hanging on around my neck.

“Your legs are short, baby, and I’m in a hurry.”

“Hey! Fuck you!”

I laughed, throwing my head back. “I fucking love this,” I said as we entered the lobby. Yes, everyone and their grandmother turned to stare at the man who was known for owning the last two floors of the building. The man that was now barreling through the lobby with a girl in his arms. A girl, I’m sure, many knew worked for me. After all, she’d been here before on errands.

Fuck them. Fuck them
all.

“Love what?” Demi asked, tightening her arms around me when we got to the elevator and I moved to press the button.

“You. Cursing. Not shy. You’re just…different but the same if that makes sense,” I replied, grateful when an empty elevator opened up for us. I rushed in and pressed the button to close the door. Sorry to anyone who wanted to ride with us, but I needed to be alone with her.

Especially when Demi looked up at me, those eyes fiery behind her glasses.

“Dorian,” she said, her voice morphing into sin. “Kiss me.”

I did. I fucking did. I dove straight for her mouth and moaned as my tongue once more started mimicking what my dick wanted to do. I was dangerously close to slamming her up against the wall and violating parts of her right there when I felt the elevator stop.

“Wait. That fast?” Demi asked, looking up at the floors when we pulled away.

“Thank fuck,” was all I said. The doors slid up onto my floor. My door was merely six feet away from the elevator, directly in front, but it wasn’t open.

It should’ve been fucking open.

I was beyond tempted, close to barreling it down.

I set Demi down and rushed to find my keys. As soon as the lock clicked, I pretty much kicked the door open and lifted a giggling Demi back into my arms.

“S
omeone’s in a hurry,” she said, still giggling.

“Fuck yeah, I am. You’ve been tormenting me for months. Tonight’s been the longest cock-tease of my life,” I said, stomping my way past the kitchen and heading towards the living room.

My plan was to keep going, straight into the bedroom, but Demi leaned up and latched her lips to the vein on my neck. She sucked lightly on it, her tongue tickling the sensitive nerves.

The bag with the condoms fell to the floor. I think I heard her purse follow suit. I fell onto the couch, my lap full of sweet-smelling, hot-blooded, delicious girl. “Demi,” I growled, fisting her hair and pulling her mouth away from my neck. Our tongues reconnected, our bodies straining with so much pent up energy that I’m surprised I didn’t fling her off the couch.

My fingers eased up temporarily. They very much planned to return to her hair and pull. Hold and abuse said hold, bending her into my control. But first, her skin was calling out for me, and I was determined to answer.

I slid the tips of my fingers down her neck. An erratic shiver went through Demi. She moaned sweetly into my mouth, her hands sliding into my own hair.

We were grinding into each other hard and I could feel my dick cursing me to the most painful death imaginable. Still, I couldn’t stop kissing her. Hands that want to rip her dress off had become preoccupied. I slid them both down her arms, loving the way her hairs stood on end and tickled my palms.

The wet sounds of us teased me. I knew that as long as I lived, no one would ever do to me what she could do with one kiss. It’s impossible. It had never happened before and I knew how rare it was that it was happening now.

Demi’s patience snapped before mine did. Her small hands tugged once on my hair and slid down my neck. Her fingers latched onto the lapels of my tuxedo and she tugged on it hard, trying to get it off my shoulders. I smirked into our kiss, obliging her and sliding it off. The moment I did, Demi destroyed me.

Wrecked me.

Broke everything I was apart with the intention of rebuilding me again. Of making me into the one thing I was suddenly dying to be. The one thing I knew, given how this night was going, I
would
be, even against my will.

Hers.

Her man.

Her beast.

An animal that lives for her every fucking whim.

Her hands latched onto the front of my shirt and pulled. The girl pulled, not giving a damn that the shirt was still tucked into my pants. Just pulled and tore as much as she could until at least half of my chest was exposed.