Free Tease Me (Teased and Broken Book 1) by Ashley Black

confined spaces?”
    Before I had a chance to answer, he had lifted me up into his arms. “Because my favorite place to get numb happens to have a nice place to bathe; we both smell like him, you realize? The fucking memory of Jimmy. Let’s wash it off, yes? Besides, I think my spirits, my mouth, and your body will go rather well together.”
    I laughed; I couldn’t help it. “I agree on one condition.”
    He arched a brow.
    “You put me down, you damn fool.”
    He lowered me reluctantly to the ground, and offered his hand to me instead. I ignored it, he bristled a little at my rebuff, but we fell into step and conversation easily, as he led me to ‘his little hideaway’ as he called it.  
    He was just so fucking magnificent. He was everything I had ever dreamed. He ignited my imagination.  
    As I learned more about his tragic past, his missing wife (Thorn claimed she was an alcoholic, and after an incident where she hit him over the back of the head with a bottle, her clothing had been found strewn along the beach, and she had presumably drowned), his magical ancestry (not that it relaxed me any, but he claimed he was not some all powerful Warlock; it was just a stupid fairy tale his little adopted family had bestowed upon him as their King), and his rather unconventional creative process inspired by some satanic rituals (I shivered a little… I would not be getting some of those images out of my mind for a very, very long time), or the sound of his indignant outrage when I had asked with a forced casualness about his devil worship, and he had reproached me in a voice that trembled with the threat of a roar when he said, “My entire family were killed because of a misguided cult, do you seriously think I would be turned on by mindless worship like that?”  
    He had laughed bitterly, and said whilst he only dabbled in Satanism in terms of what was useful for his creativity, it was for him, in the main, about freedom of thought and the pursuance of pleasure.  
    He was just so deliciously fucked up. He honestly believed his soul had been sold by his family to the devil.  
    “I am just trying to fill the void with as many holes as possible every day, perhaps yours could restore my soul. I’ve never done it with an enchantress before.”  
    I discovered that Thornton Darko was much darker, twisted, and messed up than I could ever have hoped for with all my demented little heart. He was a monster. My monster, and I was falling in love with him. I was as good as fucked.  

Eleven

    Are you still alive?
    I rolled my eyes at Aaron’s dramatics, and fired back, “ Yes, I am very warm ” in response to his text, and then tossed my phone on top of the towels that had been promptly delivered efficiently and unobtrusively by more silver-masked helpers.
    “For our bath later,” Thorn had promised with a wink. I was more than a little overwhelmed at the prospect of getting naked with this man.
    I hugged his coat closer to me instead, and turned in a slow   circle, taking in the gleaming black marble spa that was sunken into the floor of a beautiful cavernous red lantern-lit grotto. Beyond the spa stretched an expanse of water that disappeared into an inscrutable murk of the cave that shone blood red. Thornton was fussing over a bar, his brow furrowed in concentration as he prepared a little game for us to get numb to. Something told me that with Thornton Darko, this would not be your usual drinking game. Hells no.  
    “You will find some lingerie you will wear for me on the day bed near the spa. I am fairly certain I got your sizing right from all those Skype calls,” Thorn called out to me, not looking up from the focus of his preparation
    “You brought me underwear?” I asked incredulously. “A little presumptuous, don’t you think?”
    He laughed softly as I clumsily shed myself of his coat, and scrambled into a pair of white lace panties and matching bra… hmmm, interesting choice for a death metal