Lethal Blow: (Succubus Hitwoman Book 2) by Eliza Hendrix (best motivational books to read TXT) 📗

throw my chin out at the Crimmus demon. “You. Get up and take us to your room.”

Chapter 6

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The second the Crimmus opens the door, the three of us try to enter at the same time looking like total idiots. I give them both a nasty glare, one that says, Learn your place, boys, and they bow their heads.

Submissive, I see.

Well, I can tell how this will play out. They want to be bossed around. If there’s one thing I’m good at, aside from getting away with murder, it’s telling people what to do.

The room looks the same as mine—luxurious as all hell, but I don’t take the time to look around.

I’m starving.

“Take off your shirts,” I order.

Staring at me like hungry dogs, they do as they’re told. The Crimmus gets stuck on one button, grumbles in frustration, and tears his shirt off. Buttons fly into the air and scatter across the marble floor.

With that bloodred and chiseled chest of his, he resembles a Greek god emerging from battle.

Beside him, the Gorton smiles at me with his head bowed as if preparing to pounce on me. But he won’t do it—he’ll do what he’s told.

With my chin raised, I take a step between the two of them. Turning toward the Gorton, I reach for his tanned chest and glide a finger down toward his bulge. He must see this as an invitation. In an instant, he reaches for my hips—a mistake on his part.

Scowling, I slap his hand away. “Did I say you could touch me?”

Without responding, he bows his head. Behind me, the Crimmus breathes so loudly it’s like he’s about to explode, so I turn my face sideways to look at him. “Take off your pants.”

Without hesitating, he tears at his belt buckle and drops his pants. As expected, even his erection is bloodred.

“Someone’s excited,” I say.

Slowly, I unbutton my jeans, tuck my thumbs inside my purple panties, and pull everything down to my ankles. I’m so turned on that part of me wants the Crimmus to have his way with me from behind, but that’s not how this is going down.

Instead, I stare at the handsome Gorton in the face, admiring his square jawline, his slick black hair, and his sexy dark eyes. He stares back at me, his gaze shifting onto my naked hips.

I’m about to reach for his stubbly face when behind me comes the sound of heavy breathing. I spin back around to find the Crimmus stroking his thick red muscle.

Frowning, I grab him by the throat. “Did I fucking say you could do that?”

He lets go of himself, but his jaw muscles pop. This is killing him. What he doesn’t know is that it’s killing me, too, but in a sick way, I enjoy the torture leading up to the actual act.

Biting my bottom lip, I turn my attention back to the Gorton, pinch the bottom of my shirt, and pull it up over my head. I stand quietly for a few seconds, allowing my playthings to get a good look at my naked body.

“I bet you boys are thinking about fucking me, aren’t you?”

They nod so fast that a refreshing breeze tickles the sides of my face.

Fuck it. I’m done playing.

Without warning, I grab the Gorton by the neck and lick his jawline. He lets out a rumbly moan, one that tells me he might explode in his pants before I get the chance to feed.

Smirking, I plant a firm hand on his chest and push him toward the nearest sofa. He lands against the cushions, his hungry eyes fixated on my body. I unzip his pants and reach inside. He rolls his head back and opens his mouth with pleasure.

Behind me, the Crimmus growls, no doubt fighting the primal urge to spread my legs apart and have his way with me. But until I give him the order, he’ll have to stand there and watch me pleasure the Gorton, all the while torturously fantasizing about how amazing it’ll feel when he’s inside me.

Bending the upper half of my body, I grab the Gorton’s erection and teasingly breathe out all over him. It’s enough to cause thousands of goose bumps to erupt all over his skin.

“Here’s how this is going to play out, boys…” I squeeze him gently without stroking and he moans. “So long as he”—I turn my head toward the Crimmus behind me—“pleasures me right, I’ll do the same for you.”

I squeeze him again, harder this time, and his eyes roll into the back of his head.

I spread my legs apart and the Crimmus wastes no time grabbing my hips. He doesn’t even try to be gentle about it—I’ve tortured him so long that he grabs my ass and shoves himself inside of me. But I’m so wet that he slides right in, hitting me deep enough to make me moan out loud. I spit Lure-laced saliva into my palm and grab the Gorton’s muscle, stroking him over and over again to the rhythm of the Crimmus’s thrusts.

As we move in unison, my tits bounce up and down in front of the Gorton’s face. As the Crimmus’s thrusts get harder and more aggressive, the sound of skin slapping skin fills the room. I squeeze the Gorton harder and harder, and his groans louden as the pleasure intensifies.

The Crimmus feels so fucking good that I don’t want it to stop. But without warning, the Gorton groans out one last time before exploding all over my stomach.

Letting him go, I arch my back to raise my ass even higher for the demon behind me. “Harder.”

He does as he’s told, pumping so hard that I’m almost thrown on top of the Gorton.

“Right there,” I say through heavy breathing.

As a sensation of ecstasy fills me,