Free Broken Vow by Zoey Marcel Page B

Do you really think I can't detect the hormones raging off you right now?” She stepped forward and cupped the bulge in his pants. “Or feel how hard just thinking about her makes you? You're your horniest when you're angry, aren't you? Who better to arouse you than the one you hate the most?”
    “Get your hand off my crotch before I break it,” he growled, hoping the sparks of electricity her touch struck off didn't show in his face.
    “You catch more flies with honey, Jude dear,” Delilah purred as she stroked her palm over his cock with one hand and fondled his chest with the other. “For instance, I have a blonde wig and a fluffy, white pair of angel wings I could strap on. I could give you an encounter that would be the closest thing to being with her that you'll ever experience. I don't even care if you want me to play her as your lover or your victim.”
    His dick hardened. “I'm listening.”
    She pulled her hands away with an exaggerated sigh and picked up a pair of skimpy panties. “I'd even buy the lingerie you told me to like a good, submissive slave. I could put aside my dominatrix side for an evening for you.”
    “What's the catch?” There had to be one. Delilah was cunning and self-interested, but then again weren't they all?
    “The catch is I get to go with you to Seattle. Blade commands the cruxim and I have a feeling Sonya will know where he is.”
    Jude rolled his eyes. “You're a sodding fool if you can't locate him. Every demon has heard of him.”
    “I don't need help locating him. I'm making you a deal. I'll help you find Sonya if you help me capture Blade.”
    “Miss him, do you?”
    Her eyes flickered with lust. “Mm, no man craves pain and domination in bed like he does. The fact that he's immortal means he can take a lot more than human males. Now which of these panties do you want to see Scarlett in?”
    Jude felt his pulse rushing like a madman through him. “Tell anyone about this...fantasy that I don't have of her and I'll kill you.”
    Delilah chortled. “Agreed. Now choose.”
    His blood heated when he picked up the white lace panties. “Wear these and I want you to wear a white lace camisole with it.”
    She picked up the garment and threw him a flirtatious wink. “Ah, yes. I might have known you'd choose white to reflect her innocence.”
    He grinned. “You know me well.”
    * * *
    Jude sat in a chair in Delilah's bedroom while she dressed in the bathroom. His cock was rock-hard and throbbing angrily in his pants. His mouth salivated when the succubus came out in a white lace camisole that did nothing to hide the baby-pink of her areolas and the hard nipples peeking through. Her bare labia flirted with him through the white lace thong. While the blonde wig didn't look like Scarlett's hair, the shade was close enough to suspend disbelief.
    Delilah wiggled her foot at him, making her glittery silver polish shimmer. “Barefoot as you requested.”
    He smiled at this. Barefoot like a slave. The puffy, white pseudo-angel wings made his belly tighten with wanton urges. This was as close to the real thing as he would ever get, but it was a pretty damned good replica. Not that he wanted the real thing. Scarlett was a pain in the ass.
    “Now, is Scarlett your lover or your victim?” Delilah pranced toward him, flooding the air with the enticing fragrance of her perfume.
    A sudden rush of savage energy flowed through his veins when he caught the sweet citrus essence wafting up his nostrils. “Damn, you smell like her.”
    She grinned like a vixen. “You like that? It's the new lemon sugar perfume I bought. It smells just like Scarlett. I thought it would help to set the mood for you.”
    The scent drove him wild. If he closed his eyes it was like Scarlett was in the room with him, filling it with her intoxicating aroma and her angelic presence. Her irritating, fuckable presence.
    Jude bawled his fists and grew tense with aggression. “I want your hymen.”
    “Sorry, Jude,