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  A Matter of Lust

  Lisa Fox

  Trask is a lust demon on the hunt for a playmate, a human exceptional enough to sate some of his ravenous hunger. When he finds Rena, he knows she’s the one. He makes it his business to seduce her.

  Rena could easily fall for the dangerously sexy bad boy who makes her scream through every orgasm, but the problem with bad boys is that they really are bad. They break hearts, and Rena’s has been broken too many times already.

  What’s a demon to do when lust isn’t enough? To claim Rena for his own, Trask will have to earn her trust.

  A Matter of Lust

  Lisa Fox

  Chapter One

  The deep, melodic trance music vibrated through Trask’s body as he prowled the crowded dance floor. He was hungry, so very, very hungry, and the time had come for him to find a willing partner for the night. Any one of the mortals undulating around him would have sufficed, but so far none of them appealed to him. The need gnawed at his insides, but he waited, searching for the one. Over his long years among the humans, he’d learned that it always paid to be a little bit discriminating. It made the feast so much more gratifying.

  He sidestepped around a young woman, his shoulder accidentally brushing against hers. He felt her body temperature rise as he passed, the lust that had been simmering just below the surface swelling to a fevered pitch within her. She grabbed her companion and kissed him ferociously, shamelessly rubbing herself against him. She wasn’t the only one affected by his presence either. Potent waves of raw sexual energy radiated from him, infecting the air around him, threatening to turn the club into one giant orgy. Trask smiled at the thought.

  He cruised the dance floor, reveling in the exquisite thrill of his hunt. Human lust was such a decadent treat, so very different from the desperate lust of the damned in hell, and it filled this ordinarily dull world with brilliant light and added depth to the darkest shadows. He could feel it oozing from the dancers, the men and the women, sweating and panting, touching and grinding, their bodies writhing in time with the music. Tension built in his groin and he welcomed the pure, straining delight.

  He stopped suddenly, the prickling at the base of his spine alerting him to the presence of another demon nearby. Not a lust demon like himself, but something similar. Pride maybe, or perhaps wrath? He couldn’t quite get a fix on it. He waited, wondering if it was going to make contact. Often other demons haunting and hunting the human realm wanted to meet, to plot and plan and scheme, to “raise some hell” or whatever, but he got the impression that it was occupied with something else entirely. Which was just fine with him. He’d never been the social sort.

  The music changed and a thumping bass beat poured out of the speakers. Trask shook off the psychic residue of the other and worked his way toward the bar. He ordered a bourbon on the rocks and leaned back, happily absorbing the intoxicating atmosphere while scanning the crowd for his potential playmate.

  His gaze fell upon a woman on the edge of the dance floor in a short, black dress that hugged every curve of her luscious body. Her violently dyed red hair was piled high on her head and sexy tendrils escaped to frame her heart-shaped face. There was a hint of rosy flush on her smooth, round cheeks and the way her hips swayed to the music made his cock stir.

  Trask placed his drink aside and unconsciously ran his tongue over his teeth as he glided toward her. She was tall, probably close to six feet in her heels, but he still had to lean down to whisper close to her ear. “Hello,” he purred, breathing in her clean scent of shampoo and roses and woman.

  She turned slowly toward him, her gaze roaming over his face, his body, and he got the distinct impression that she was mentally undressing him. He certainly hoped she was. She obviously liked what she saw because a smile blossomed on her glossy, pink lips. “Hi.”

  The instant, piercing sexual tension between them made his blood surge. He reached out with a fine strand of psychic energy and lightly dipped into her primal core. Trask hissed as desire coiled in his groin. She was sweet ambrosia, a succulent feast just waiting to happen and his cock ached to sink inside her, to make her come again and again while he fed on all that glorious lust. “You are very beautiful,” he said, savoring the tiny taste of her fire.

  “Uh-huh,” she said, mischief and humor making her eyes sparkle. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

  Trask laughed. He liked this woman. “I think I might be in love with you,” he said, beginning the game. It was a line that had worked many times before—the humans always seemed enchanted and amused by the concept, but it was a hollow sentiment, something meant to elicit a grin and nothing more. But as the words left his mouth, they felt different this time, almost as if they had…weight.

  “Are you sure it’s love you feel?” she asked, a smile dancing along the corners of her mouth. Her eyes flicked down to his crotch. “Or something else entirely?”

  “Now I know I’m in love,” he replied, the lust coursing through his veins. She was perfect. Fun. Bold. Smoking hot. And she was going to be his. All night long. He reached out and traced the curve of her cheek with his index finger. Her skin was flawless, warm and silky. “What’s your name?”

  She paused and an odd little smile formed on her lips. “Does it matter?”

  Normally it wouldn’t matter—in fact, there was no reason why it should matter, but for some reason it did matter. It mattered a lot. “Yes.”

  Her smile changed, softened, and Trask was awestruck by just how simply beautiful she was. “Rena. My name is Rena.”

  “Rena.” He liked the way it rolled off his tongue.

  “And what about you?” she asked, leaning closer to him. He looked straight down into her very ample cleavage and took his time enjoying that magnificent view. His fingers itched to caress that soft skin, to feel the weight of her full, round breasts in his hands. “Do you have a name? Or should I just call you the sexy Darkman of my dreams?”

  “I do like the sound of that.” He wondered if his presence was affecting her, making her more daring than she’d normally be or if this was just her nature. He had the power to inspire humans to say and do outrageous things simply by standing beside them. His gaze touched on her flamboyant red hair and he thought—hoped—that it was her and not a consequence of his influence. “But Trask is so much shorter and to the point.”

  “Trask,” she said, and he had to admit, he liked the way his name sounded on her lips. He couldn’t wait to hear her scream it. Her eyes trailed over him, her gaze a provocative caress that sent hot, tingling ripples down his spine. “So, now that you’ve declared your love, what happens next?”

  “Oh, you know, the usual.” He caught hold of a loose strand of her hair and twined it around his fingers. The tension between them rocketed up a few notches and he inhaled the essence of her arousal, breathing it deep into his body, relishing the flavor of her. “A whirlwind romance, storybook marriage, honeymoon in Paris.”

  “Followed swiftly by a quickie divorce in Mexico, right?”

  Her voice was tinged with unmistakable venom and the bitterness sliced through the hazy, plush cloud of their lust. Startled by the mental slap in the face, Trask dropped his hand back to his side. Darkness deepened around him as anger settled in. He did not like this turn of events at all. “What makes you think I’d do anything quick with you?”

  “I see,” she said, and he watched her features soften as her mood shifted. Humans were so extraordinarily complex. He didn’t think he’d ever understand their ability to feel so much, so quickly and thoroughly, even when those emotions were completely contradictory. Demons were defined by their desires, embodiments of the thing they hungered after. There was never a reason for a demon to feel anything more than his driving need. Everything else j
ust got in the way of the goal.

  Her bitterness ebbed away, gone almost as quickly as it had come, and she favored him with a dazzling, flirtatious smile. “You’re a slow-and-steady kind of guy then?”

  “Oh yes,” he said, returning her grin. “And I always win in the end.”

  She laughed, a lovely, musical sound that tugged at his insides. She leaned into him, a whisper of space between them and he could feel the heat of her body on his skin. “Hmm,” she said, and bit down on her lower lip. Her fingers flitted over his collarbone. “I do like confidence.”

  He caught her hand and brought it to his lips. “Then you’re definitely going to like me.” He pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist and her excited pulse fluttered beneath his lips.

  She moved against him and his arm automatically went around her waist, drawing her closer. She fit snugly in his arms, a soft, solid weight that was all woman. His eyes flicked to her plump lips. He needed a taste. Just one, tiny taste. He touched his mouth to hers lightly at first, but the delicate press of her lips, the mingled heat of their breath, snapped something within him and he rocketed straight into the red zone. With a low growl, he parted her lips with his tongue and plunged into her warm, wet depths. He lost himself in the taste of her and his hands moved over her body, sliding down to cup her ass. His cock swelled, hard and painful, and he shifted her hips, letting her feel how much he wanted her. She squirmed in his arms and he deepened the kiss, his tongue caressing hers with fiery intensity. She let out a little moan when his hand dipped briefly between her thighs and his cock jerked in response. Every cell in his body screamed for her. There was no more waiting. He had to have her now. He broke this kiss, licked a path along her jaw, his teeth scraping over her skin. “Let’s go.”

  “You want to leave already?” she asked impishly. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she bit down on his earlobe. The fresh wave of heat that washed over him almost unhinged his knees. “Aren’t we having a good time right here?”

  “I can think of better ways to spend my time with you.” He kissed her again, nipping her lips while backing her up against the nearest wall. Her breasts pressed against his chest and he could feel the pounding of her heart between them. His own heart was pounding just as hard.

  “Oh?” she asked, separating her mouth from his. “And what ways might those be?” She shifted in his arms, allowing him to settle between her thighs. He pressed into her, his cock aching to fill her. She rocked her hips against him and Trask’s eyes nearly rolled back into his head.

  Her scent made him dizzy, drove the need roaring through his veins. He could taste her lust for him, feel it in the marrow of his bones and the desire swelled in his groin. He traced his tongue over the outline of her ear. “Like inside you. Hearing you scream.” He nuzzled her throat, his lips ghosting over her soft skin. “Making you come.”

  She pulled back from him, smiling all the while. “All right, I’m convinced.” She reached down between them, placed her hand over his cock and squeezed.

  All the blood in his body rushed straight to his cock, leaving him lightheaded. Unable to help himself, he gripped her hand and pushed his hips forward. “You know, I don’t have any problem with taking you right here, if that’s what you want.”

  Her smile widened and she removed her hand from his cock to lace her fingers through his. “Now, now,” she said, and turned to lead him across the dance floor. “We wouldn’t want to make a scene.”

  He followed behind her, hypnotized by the sway of her hips. His vision narrowed to a tunnel, focused entirely on her gorgeous ass. He hoped she lived close because he didn’t know how much longer he could keep himself from ripping off her clothes and plunging into her. She wove through the crowd and Trask frowned, wondering why it was taking so long to get out of the club. He looked up, expecting to the find the exit right there in front of him and it took him a full minute to figure out why he wasn’t seeing it. “Wait,” he said, tugging on her hand to stop her. “Where are we going? The exit is the other way.”

  “Yes, I know,” she said with a sexy smile. She tilted her head toward the back of the club. “We’re going upstairs.”

  “Upstairs?” he asked, hopelessly confused. It was hard to think with her scent in the air around him, the voracious lust clawing at his insides.

  “Yes,” she said, typing on a security keypad to unlock a door in the far back corner of the club. “To my office.”

  “Your office?” He knew he probably sounded like a bit of an idiot, repeating everything she said, but the words had a hard time penetrating through the cloud of his hunger. He needed her naked, writhing beneath him, his mouth on her breast, his cock hard and deep inside her. He couldn’t quite comprehend how not leaving the club was going to allow him to achieve these things.

  “Yes, my office,” she said, laughing as she led him up the stairs. “This is my place. I own Lucid.”

  She opened a door at the end of the hallway and ushered him inside a darkened room. He heard the sound of the lock snap shut behind him and her words finally clicked into place. He smiled. Everything was going to be all right.

  Rena led her mysterious Darkman inside her private suite and shut the door behind them. Fucking him in her office was probably not the best idea—it probably set all kinds of bad examples for the staff and whatnot, but she didn’t care. She wanted him. And she intended to have him. Immediately. And with great enthusiasm.

  She locked the door and the breath caught in her throat when she turned and met his eyes across the room. He was beautiful in the low light, the moonlight playing on the hard edges and plains of his handsome face. He was the sexy Darkman of her fantasies, the anonymous star of her late-night sweaty dreams. It wasn’t just that he was tall, dark-haired and all in black. It was in the way he moved, the way he spoke, the way his touch sent shooting sparks of electrifying lust all along her nerve endings. His scent inspired visions of raunchy sex and rough hands, being taken hard and fast, over and over again.

  A shiver went down her spine and she let out a long breath. His presence was so deeply overpowering, so overtly sexual, is was impossible not to look at him and think marvelously dirty thoughts. He’d barely touched her and her panties were already drenched. Every instinct she possessed told her that sex with this man was going to be amazing, awe-inspiring, the stuff of legends.

  He was also the very thing she needed to get her ex off her mind and out of her system. What a douchenozzle he had been. It was a shame that it had taken finding him in the stockroom with that tarty little bartender she’d mistakenly hired for her to realize it. Not that it was surprising really. She had a knack for picking the winners.

  The ex was gone and best forgotten, but she’d been so lonely in the months since she’d tossed him out, she was almost tempted to believe that she could have loved him. And that was a real problem, a thought that she most definitely did not want creeping around in her head. Thoughts like that might lead to very bad things—things like taking him back—and that would never do. No, the gods or the universe or whatever had supplied her with just the distraction she needed to get on with her life and she was not about to pass up this opportunity.

  “Come here,” her Darkman said, drawing her attention back to the here and now. Trask, she reminded herself, though if her instincts were right about him, it was a name she was unlikely to ever forget. She met his eyes across the room and smiled. She was going to eat him alive.

  She took his outstretched hand and he pulled her to him. His arms came around her, enveloping her in his strength and warmth. Rena sighed against his broad chest, closing her eyes as she breathed in the spicy fragrance of him.

  He maneuvered her around, positioning her back against the bookshelves that lined the west wall of her office. She shifted in his arms, getting more comfortable, molding her body to his. His erection was hard and hot against her hip and a wave of excitement sent delightful tingles straight to her core.

  He took a fistful of her hair and
gave a gentle tug, baring her neck. The tip of his tongue touched her skin and the sizzling contact made Rena moan. “You are delectable,” he murmured, and then licked the entire length of her throat.

  The feel of his lips set her hormones on fire. Her hands moved over him, exploring the contours of the muscles in his arms, his back. He licked and sucked his way to her lips, taking her mouth in a fervent kiss. She melted into him, eagerly accepting his tongue as it curled around hers. He cupped her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze, and she bit down on his lower lip as ferocious lust for him surged within her. His palm moved over her aching nipple, teasing it. He turned her on like no man had ever before and she kissed him with abandon, drowning in her own incredible arousal. He rolled her nipple between his fingers and her nails dug into his back as shockwaves of heat pulsed through her.

  He pressed more fully against her and Rena knew she had to do something before she completely lost the ability to think coherently. She had a slew of condoms in her office, free giveaways from non-profit organizations and advertisers. She plucked one off the shelf and handed it to him. He took the package and bowed his head to her, silently agreeing to use it.

  His mouth met hers once more and as he kissed her, his thumb stroked her throat, sending delightful shivers right to her pussy. She explored the broad expanse of his back, her hands moving down his body. She slid her hands under the waistband of his jeans and found smooth, naked flesh. Rena smiled to herself. There was something very sexy about a man going commando. She moved her hands around his narrow waist and ran her thumb over his hipbone, her body aching for a taste of what lay below.

  He slipped his hand under her dress, his fingers gliding over her thigh and a tremor of anticipation rolled down her spine. Just for fun, to be playful and prolong the tease, she pressed her thighs tightly together, refusing to allow him access. She could feel his laugher deep in his chest, vibrating through her, and she smiled.