Free Broken Halo by Zoey Marcel Page A

have soiled her hair with alcohol. She wondered if the
supposed accident had been intentional. She wouldn't put it past the brute.
           Nimbus
winked at her while he spoke to Jude. “Don't worry; the table will wash.”
           Sonya
blushed. She had been bathed by Demornae, which wasn't half as bad as being
scrubbed by the lecherous soul vampire, Jude, but god help her if Nimbus bathed
her. It was bad enough he was seeing her without her clothes right now. If he
touched her it would make her sick and probably break her heart in the process.
           The
men dined and conversed as though she wasn't even there. When they finished and
Jude's slaves returned, he bid Nimbus farewell and mounted his two slave girls,
forcing them to give him a piggyback ride out to his waiting carriage. They
struggled under his weight. He was lithe and muscled, but the women were tiny
so it proved a challenge, but they succeeded.
           That
was when Sonya realized she was alone with Nimbus; when burning anger became
raw, unadulterated fear.
           “Have
you eaten today?” he asked.
           Would
he show her compassion now that they had the house to themselves, or would he
only build upon the former ill treatment she had experienced these past two
days? “Not since the night before last.”
           His
eyes were ambiguous, concealing his motives from her at present. “Are you
hungry?”
           It
was a stupid question, but she had a feeling mockery was a bad idea right now.
“Yes.”
           “I
will feed you, Sonya, but first you must feed me.”
           She
gulped nervously. “You already ate.”
           “I'm
not referring to that kind of hunger,” his husky timbre was scintillating as it
bathed her flesh in erogenous flames. “Sit on my lap facing me. Straddle me.”
           Her
body trembled as she kept her face down and climbed into his lap, straddling
him. The bulge in his trousers brushed her crotch as she situated herself.
           “Lean
back against the table,” he whispered.
           Slick
heat gathered in her slit and she flushed with shame at how arousing his voice
was. She couldn't believe the seductive power in his face either.
           He is a demon. He is a demon, her mind repeated and the label helped to
stunt the slow birth of the ache in her pussy, but there was an enemy already
living inside of her - an inner demon that was very much a part of her soul.
Her heart opposed the knowledge in her mind with another truth that was equally
as solid: But he used to be an angel – my
angel.
           “Now
touch yourself,” he ordered.
           She
grimaced. “I have never done so before.”
           He
flashed her a sensual smile. “Would you like me to show you how it's done?”
           “No,
thank you. I will manage.” She rubbed the tender protrusion, surprised by how
sensitive it was.
           “Hold
my gaze while you masturbate, you filthy girl. I want you to know whose gaze
has you so inflamed with lust. I want the passion in my stare to scorch you
with sexual heat until your ripe, little cunnie oozes its cream for me.”
           She
blushed, eyes darting away in embarrassment.
           He
gently redirected her focus back to him. “Why don't you just admit that you are
sexually attracted to me? That you have fantasized about sleeping with me for
nearly as long as I have wanted to get my hands on you? You are so much better
than any dream or fantasy I ever had of you.”
           His
admiration touched her, but the debauched way his eyes raked her body as though
it were his property made her feel even more undressed, if that were possible.
           She
wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her make herself climax. She
closed her eyes and shook her body, groaning as though she were in the throes
of abandon.
           His
eyes were a mixture of amusement and