Free Destructively Alluring by N. Isabelle Blanco Page A

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.

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    “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