Sinfully Spellbound (Spells That Bind Book 1) (6 page)

I could not fucking believe that irritating little succubus
had casually asked me about the scene again. I’d paid far too much money to
have this room with Allie for the next three hours. Yes, I felt like a prick
for making it seem like I was buying Allie, especially after the way her boss
had acted about the whole thing. I knew damn well her boss thought I was paying
to fuck her, and from the looks of it, he had no problem selling her like she
was his property.

So, I was a dick, but I was also desperate to talk to her,
and this was the only solution I could come up with. Despite what she wanted to
say, we’d connected, and I’d foolishly expected her to be happy to see me. Yet,
there she stood, acting like a brat.

“Can I assume you’d prefer to wait for your partner to
arrive to discuss your fantasy?” she asked, pissing me off even more.

Shoving my hands in my back pockets to prevent myself from
reaching out and grabbing her, I turned away and surveyed the room. “The only
fantasy going through my mind right now is strapping you to that spanking bench
and paddling your ass until it’s bright red as punishment for your bratty
behavior.”

“Bratty behavior?” Allie nearly gasped, and I’d be willing
to bet her panties were wet. After only one night together, I already knew what
Allie sounded like when she was turned on.

Slowly turning to face her, I allowed one corner of my mouth
to lift in a half-smile. “That’s right,” I said. “Pretending you didn’t have
fun with me last night is bratty because we both know you’re lying. I don’t
know why you chose to leave this morning, but it’s not because you don’t like
me.”

“I never tried to pretend I didn’t have fun with you,” she
argued, moving around the room nervously. She started fluffing the pillows on
the bed, and I was asshole enough to get off on making her nervous because it
was better than the unaffected bullshit she’d tried pulling. “We had fun, but
that doesn’t give you the right to come to my work and treat me like a whore.
Why would I like a man who thinks of me that way?”

“I don’t think you’re a whore, and I promise I’m not asking
to fuck you, Allie,” I said softly. “You didn’t give me your number, and Trevor
refused to tell me how to get in contact with you. I did this because I wanted
to see you again, and this was the only way I knew how.”

She let out a frustrated sigh and dropped down onto the bed.
“I know you don’t think I’m a whore, and I’m being a bitch right now. That
doesn’t mean I’m not annoyed at you for pulling this crap.”

“I’m seriously screwing this up. You may find this hard to
believe, but I don’t usually have to chase after women,” I said, moving across
the room to stand closer to the bed because I needed to be close to her.

She snorted. “Duh! You’ve never chased after any woman
because they throw themselves at you. That’s what this is really about, isn’t
it?” She studied me as if she’d just solved some great mystery. “If I give in
to you, you’ll get bored with me and move on to the next woman begging to ride
your cock.”

Her crude comment caused me to let out a startled bark of
laughter because I knew she was either trying to shock me or pick a fight.
“Care to put that theory to the test?” I asked with a teasing grin. “You can
beg to ride my cock until I get bored with you.”

“You’re impossible,” she said with a laugh.

I knew I was winning her over, but I couldn’t decide exactly
how to proceed from here. Was it best to try to convince her to date me? Or,
was it best to work on what we had physically? Just the idea of dating someone
was a little scary, but that’s what I wanted with Allie. I wanted to take her
out to movies and stupid shit like that.

“Now that I’ve got you laughing, are you going to give me a
chance to spend more time with you?” I asked.

Dylan wasn’t about to give up on this. What was supposed to
be a simple fling was turning into a serious complication in my life, and I had
no idea how to handle things. Yes, I liked Dylan, and we could have been
friends if we hadn’t slept together, but it was too late for that now. After
Dylan’s phenomenal performance last night, I’d never be satisfied with a
platonic relationship. No, even when I’d been mad at Dylan a few minutes ago,
I’d still wanted him. My panties were wet and my nipples were hard just from
being in the same room with him. There was no way to be around Dylan without my
body responding to him. Even though I had no clue what Dylan wanted, I knew I
needed him again. Now.

“So, you’re here because you want to fuck me again?” I
leaned forward so my breasts looked like they might fall out of my halter
dress.

Dylan’s sharp intake of breath proved he was enjoying the
show. Standing, I slapped a hand on my own ass, surprised to find that the slight
sting was a turn on. “You want to spank me for being such a bad girl?” I asked,
moving forward and leaning into him to bring my achingly hard nipples in
contact with his chest.

“Are you a bad girl?” Dylan cupped my ass with both hands
and pulled me closer to his erection. The contact caused an involuntary shudder
to run through my body as the memories of how good his cock felt inside of me
flooded my sex-crazed brain.

“Yes,” I breathed out.

“Lucky me,” he murmured. “I love bad girls.” His mouth
claimed mine, stealing my ability to form a coherent thought. His tongue thrust
into my mouth, making me think of the way his cock would be thrusting into me
soon. It wasn’t long before I was panting and clawing at his t-shirt. The hard
press of his mouth was sure to leave my lips swollen and bruised. This kiss was
both punishing and possessive.

Tearing his mouth away, Dylan rested his forehead against
mine, still gripping my ass with both hands. “I came here to talk to you,
Allie,” he ground out. “I did not come here for sex.”

“So, you aren’t going to fuck me?” I taunted.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll have trouble walking
when I’m done with you. Do you want me to do that?” he asked, and my legs
almost gave out at his words.

I nodded. This is what I wanted, and it’s why I’d taunted
him into it.

“I really want to make good on my promise to spank your sexy
ass, but I need inside of you now,” he said desperately. “
I need you.
”

“No,” I said. “You don’t need me. You just want me.”

Dylan chuckled. “I don’t think either of us believes that
lie.”

Not giving me time to argue, he kissed me again. While his
tongue stroked mine, he lifted me from the ground. I wrapped my legs around his
waist as he walked to the bed and settled me on the edge. There, he broke the
kiss and stripped his t-shirt over his head. I allowed my eyes to travel down
the hard planes of his chest to his toned abdominal muscles.

“Undress for me,” he ordered, and I felt strangely compelled
to obey. It wasn’t some spell that compelled me so much as the strong desire to
be naked with Dylan.

I stood and slipped my dress over my head. “I should put a
stop to this, but I want you too much,” I admitted, staring into his deep blue
eyes. “After I got home from your house, all I did was fantasize about having you
in me again.”

The moment the words left my mouth, Dylan’s control snapped.
Pushing me onto the bed, he straddled my hips as he kissed me. His fingers
threaded through mine, and he pinned my hands to the side of my head, leaving
me deliciously helpless under his sensual onslaught. The throbbing between my
legs increased, and I pressed my thighs together, enjoying the momentary
increase of pressure before it wasn’t enough. I needed Dylan’s touch.

Releasing my mouth, Dylan trailed kisses along my jaw, nipping
my earlobe gently and sending pulses of lust through my body. “What the hell
are you doing to me, Allie?” he asked, sounding just as confused and desperate
as I was. “I came here to talk, not for this.”

“Are you complaining about the direction things are
heading?” I asked, and then moaned when his mouth found a particularly
sensitive spot on my neck. Dear Goddess, this warlock knew how to work my body.

“No, but we are going to talk,” he said in a no-nonsense
tone. “First, I’m going to fuck you.”

“Please,” I begged. “No teasing. I need it hard and fast.”

“Fuck,” Dylan growled before grabbing the condom from his
pocket and shoving his pants down around his ankles.

When I raised an eyebrow at the condom, he chuckled and his
cheeks darkened ever so slightly. “Okay, I was hoping things would head this
direction after we talked. Are you mad?”

“I promise not to hold it against you if you’re inside of me
in the next thirty seconds,” I said, staring at his erection.

Dylan quickly slid the condom on as I slipped out of my
panties, unable to take my eyes off his cock the entire time. I already knew
how good he felt inside of me, and I couldn’t wait much longer to feel him
again. His hand gripped my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed so he could
slide into me while he stood.

“Oh, Allie,” Dylan moaned. “You feel so fucking incredible,
and I love watching my dick slide into your body.” My eyes followed his to
where our bodies were joined, and I found myself unable to look away from the
sight of him thrusting into me.

Just as I’d asked, his thrusts were hard and fast.

“Tell me if it’s too much, and I’ll stop,” he ground out.

“Oh, Goddess, please don’t stop,” I barely managed to say as
I continued to watch him pound into my body. I was so close, but I needed more
contact with my clit. Reaching down to stroke myself, I was surprised when
Dylan stilled and his hand caught mine.

“I’m the only one who gets to pleasure you this time,” he
practically growled. “Later, you can show me all the ways you like to touch
yourself, but not right now.”

Before I could think of a way to respond, Dylan began
thrusting again. This time, one of his fingers expertly stroked my clit as he
thrust into me in time with his finger’s strokes. My body coiled tighter around
his cock, and I was rewarded with Dylan’s groan. I saw Dylan’s mouth move and
then felt the same spell he’d used last night working along my clit, driving me
to the edge of ecstasy. Then Dylan’s thrusts increased, and I felt myself
falling over the edge. I clawed at the sheets, screaming out his name as the
spasms tore through my body. My eyes closed tightly as I rode out the waves of
ecstasy.

“That’s it,” Dylan said through gritted teeth. “Tell me I’m
the only man who can give you this much pleasure.”

“Only you,” I agreed, because it was true. No one made me
feel like Dylan did. His body could be addictive, and it should definitely come
with a warning label.

My words were the catalyst for his orgasm, and he groaned as
he jerked inside of me.

For a long time, the only sound in the room was our panting
as we both tried to catch our breaths.

Finally, Dylan pulled out of me and fixed his clothing
before going to the small door marked on the wall for condom disposal. I
dressed and waited for Dylan to speak.

“You may not believe this, but I’ve never had sex in a room
at a sex club,” Dylan admitted, looking around. “Before tonight, that is.”

“Me neither,” I said, not looking at him.

“Guess that means we were virgins together,” he mused, and
when I looked up, I found an almost boyish grin on his face.

“What am I going to do with you?” I asked with a shake of my
head.

“I’ve got some ideas I could run by you later,” he said.

“Are you only chasing after me because I’m a challenge?” I
finally met his eyes. “I mean, you don’t usually have to put this kind of
effort into getting women.”

Dylan’s lips twitched. “I’m only chasing you because you
keep running away.”

Even though that’s what I’d already believed, hearing him
admit to it kind of hurt.

That’s when he leaned forward to brush his lips against
mine. “Stop running so I can just enjoy spending time with you.”

“Then the challenge will be gone,” I told him.

He laughed again. “Something tells me that even if you stop
running, you’ll still be a challenge.”

“Will you have lunch with me tomorrow?” I asked, feeling, of
all things, nervous asking her out. “I mean, since you ran out on me when I
wanted to take you to lunch, you kind of owe me.”

“Yes,” she said after a moment’s hesitation.

I finally relaxed some, and I figured since she was being so
agreeable, I might as well try for more. “Maybe I could stick around until the
end of your shift so we can have a late dinner. We both have to eat, right?”

This time, she hesitated longer, and I decided to back off
before she ran scared again. “I’m pushing my luck, right?” I asked.

Her cheeks flushed, and damn if she wasn’t adorable when she
was embarrassed. “If you hang around here, I’ll probably have trouble focusing.
I’ll get your number from Trevor later and call you tomorrow to talk about
lunch,” she promised.

“I could just give you my number now,” I offered, suddenly
worried that I’d read things wrong. Was she just saying whatever it took to get
rid of me?

She shook her head. “My phone is in the employee break
room,” she explained before gesturing to her attire, and I knew firsthand she
didn’t have a phone under there.

I almost laughed at the image of her trying to stash her
phone on her person. “Get my number from Trevor as soon as you leave and call
when you get home,” I said. When she looked like she was going to argue, I
decided to explain myself better. “I’m a little worried about you walking
around alone at night. Please, just call me when you get home so I don’t spend
the night worrying about you.”

She nodded, and I gave her a quick kiss. “You know, I don’t
have to go just yet. I’ve got this room for three hours.”

“I think it might be nice if I could walk for the rest of my
shift,” she said

“We could just talk,” I suggested.

“In this room?” she asked doubtfully.

“Right,” I agreed. “Proximity to a bed seems to make it hard
for us to talk.”

“Yes, it does seem to make things
hard
for you,” she
said with a playful smile. “I suppose that wouldn’t be such a problem if my
brain didn’t turn to mush when you’re having a
hard
time.”

I laughed at her ridiculous pun, relieved that she was
joking around like this.

“All right, we’ll talk later,” I reluctantly agreed.

“You go out first. I’ll need to clean up the room,” she
said, and I kissed her one last time.

“I’ll talk to you later,” I said before forcing myself to
leave. My mood was pretty damn good when I left Allie. While we hadn’t solved
all our problems, she’d agreed to stop avoiding me, and we were having lunch
tomorrow. That counted as a date. I waited for panic to hit, but it didn’t come.
Huh. This was definitely new territory for me.

“I take it by the smile on your face that my girl took good
care of you.”

That asshole, Marcos, turned my mood sour immediately with
his sleazy smirk and his assumption that Allie was some kind of whore.

“What exactly are you implying about Allie?” I asked in a
deadly tone as my power grew, ready to strike out. The palms of my hands heated
with my rage. My family was powerful for reasons other than money. Yes, we were
wealthy, but we were also feared among the preternatural community for our
control over certain elements—fire being the most powerful.

Marcos either had no clue who I was, or he was too stupid to
be afraid. “You paid me to have Allie all to yourself in a playroom, and you
paid extra to have the security cameras turned off. Now, you want to get an
attitude with me for thinking you bought her pussy for three hours? Funny thing
is that you haven’t used your three hours. Just so you know, I don’t offer
refunds.”

That’s when I realized my biggest mistake of the evening.
While I’d been able to convince Allie I didn’t think she was a whore, how was I
going to do that with the others working at SpellBinders? I needed to make sure
Marcos understood the danger of fucking with Allie. Allowing my power to surface
just a little, I held the ball of fire in my palm, staring down at it before
looking at Marcos.

“Why don’t we have a little talk about
my
girl
?”
I said.

“Your girl?” Marcos asked, obviously confused.

“My girl,” I repeated. “Perhaps we should talk in your
office.”

Looking around, Marcos was obviously trying to decide how to
handle the situation while still saving face in front of the people in the
club. It was all about image with this asshole, something made obvious by his
fancy silk shirt with the cufflinks that had intricate spells woven into them.
That spell was designed to increase the lust of those around him, but the witch
who’d made it had woven in protection for other witches. I had to wonder if
Marcos knew about that, or if he’d been tricked.

We walked into Marcos’ office, which was small and
cluttered. I got the impression this wasn’t really his office, but I didn’t
give a fuck. He could take me to the broom closet for all I cared. “So, what
did you want to talk about?” Marcos asked. His eyes drifting briefly to the
flame I was still holding. That was the only sign he gave of his unease at
being alone with me.

“I paid for that time with Allie to cement things between
us. I want her, and I don’t want to share her with anyone.” Keeping a straight
face was hard, as I suddenly found myself picturing how Allie would react if
she were in the room. This macho posturing would not go over well with her.

Leaning against the desk, Marcos crossed his arms in front
of his chest. “That’s all very nice, but Al works for me. I have a business to
run, and I’m not about to pay one of my employees to sit around twiddling her
thumbs because some warlock doesn’t like to share. Since I didn’t hear Al
resign, I’m assuming she’s still
my girl
while she’s at my club.”

“She will
never
be your girl,” I ground out. “I’ve
got no problem with Allie doing her job,” I said. “My issue is with you trying
to pressure her into doing things that are outside of her job description.”

“Let me get this straight. You come into my club and want to
tell me how to run my business,” Marcos sneered with barely suppressed rage.
“Is that what you’re trying to do, warlock?”

The flame in my hand grew, reflecting my temper. “Perhaps
I’m not making this clear enough,” I said, advancing on Marcos and enjoying the
way he moved to put the desk between us. “I’m trying to be nice about all of
this, but if you treat Allie like a whore again, I will destroy you.”

I watched Marcos’ throat work as he swallowed hard, and I
knew damn well he wanted to tell me to go fuck myself. Scratch that. What he
really wanted to do was make Allie’s life hell because I’d threatened him.
Marcos might be an asshole, but he seemed like a smart asshole, so he knew I’d
follow through on my promise to destroy him.

“You won’t have a fucking club if you treat Allie like a
prostitute again,” I said. “You’ll be lucky if I don’t set you on fire and
watch you burn.”

That was an exaggeration, because having accidentally set a
classmate on fire once, I knew how bad burning flesh smelled, and it was
something I wanted to avoid. Marcos wouldn’t know that. He’d assume I was just
as heartless as he was.

“Fine,” Marcos snapped. “Get the fuck out of my office and
my club. I don’t want to see you in here again.”

“Unless I’m going to pay you for the time?” I asked.

Marcos’ sleazy smirk reappeared, and I could see he was
already back in slimy schemer mode. “What kind of businessman would I be if I
turned down your money?”

My hand closed around the flame, extinguishing it. I didn’t
say another word, just walked out of his office and out of SpellBinders. As the
cool night air hit my face, I had a moment of panic. I’d never done anything
like this before. Not the threat—that I’d done, but never to protect a woman I
was interested in.

What the hell had I gotten myself into? One thing I knew for
sure; it was too late to turn back now.