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  Seraph sucked in a breath through her nose, the mere thought making her nipples tighten beneath her t-shirt. When she put it like that…

  “We understand that this may be a difficult decision for you, sistah.”

  Startled by the throaty voice, Seraph quickly swung her head to face Zing. The woman sat in her seat with her legs crossed underneath her and a small smile curving her lips.

  “It’s not what you think,” Seraph began, shaking her head. “I’m not hesitating because I don’t want to give up the sex. I’m…scared I won’t be able to make it that long because I’m physically unable to say no to him. As soon as he appears, I feel compelled to do whatever he is demanding of me. Even if I think that I don’t want to, my mind is overruled by my body. It’s a terrifying sensation to not really be in control of your body.”

  Zing’s golden-brown eyes narrowed, and she looked at Mama Sari, who had already turned to face her. They stared at each other for a few moments, seemingly communicating silently, before Zing unfolded herself out of the chair and rounded the table to approach the floor-to-ceiling piece of solid wood furniture that looked similar to an entertainment center but was just glass-covered cabinets, multiple drawers of various sizes, and open shelves in the center of the piece. Zing opened a couple of different cabinets, removing a few items from each one, then returned to the table and dropped her wares in front of Mama Sari. The only things that Seraph recognized were the ball of twine, although it was a vibrant, deep-purple color instead of the usual off-white, and two twigs that were tied together. Mama Sari arranged the four items in a line in the middle of the table and looked at Seraph.

  “Is it your desire to eliminate the demon from your life?”

  Without blinking, Seraph nodded. “Yes, Mama Sari. That is my desire.”

  Mama Sari tipped her head once, and with one hand picked up the two misshapen sticks no longer than the width of her wrist and lifted the ball of purple twine with the other hand.

  “Here is what you must do…”

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  The Final Fuck

  Damon knew something was up with Seraph.

  He had to.

  After she returned from Zing’s Sweet and Sour with Sierra, she hid the items Mama Sari had given her in the bottom of a half-empty box of sanitary napkins in the back of her linen closet. It was an unnecessary precaution because the only thing Damon was ever interested in when he came over was putting his tongue on her clit and fucking her to the point of physical exhaustion. Still, she couldn’t help her inclination to protect the items.

  By the time Damon had arrived on her doorstep, she was fully convinced that he was what Sierra—and Mama Sari and Zing—had said he was. Seraph actually took some comfort in knowing that it wasn’t her little cousin who regularly had her bent over the back of the couch but some random entity whose sole purpose was to make her come. This hadn’t been her Damon who was dicking her down proper-like, trying to be the splackavellie she hadn’t called for but couldn’t turn away.

  The knowledge was eerily calming.

  Mama Sari hadn’t been able to explain why the incubus occupying Damon’s body seemed to have fixated on Seraph, but Seraph was just glad that it was the incubus and not Damon. It lifted a significant amount of guilt that she’d felt over the past few months and allowed her to simply enjoy what would hopefully be their last encounter together.

  Maybe the shift in Seraph’s attitude was what made him suspicious. Her usual attempt to talk him out of a night of hardcore, porn-worthy fucking was missing. Instead, she grabbed him by the hand and led him to her bedroom where she undressed him, admiring the hard planes of his body in a way she never really allowed herself before. When he stood before her, naked and ready with eyes narrowed in confusion, she eased him back onto the bed and began the first round by climbing atop him and settling her pussy over his mouth. He wasted no time in grabbing her hips as he licked her already-wet folds, darting his tongue in and out of her, mimicking the rhythm he planned to recreate with his dick.

  She ground down on him, riding his face, no thought to whether or not he could breathe, simply chasing her own release, since they had that goal in common. His lips latched on to her clit, and her hips bucked automatically. Then, he sucked on that nub as if it was a triple-thick shake moving slowly throw a straw, and that was all it took. Seraph gripped the top of her headboard as her thighs clamped around his head; she threw her own head back and released a keening cry as she came in his mouth.

  While her body shook in the aftermath, Damon scooted from underneath her and came onto his knees. He pulled her hips back a few inches until she had to tighten her grip on the headboard so that she wouldn’t fall face-first into the mattress and guided his dick inside of her wet warmth. Her grip changed from keeping her balance to holding on for dear life as Damon used every one of his glorious inches to stroke her at a pace that would likely knock her brain loose. She tried throwing it back at him, and he hit her with a thrust so powerful that she nearly crashed into the headboard.

  Deciding on self-preservation, Seraph released her hold and pressed her face into the pillows, her toes curling as the new angle made his crown graze a different spot inside of her that was no less sensitive. Damon followed her down to the bed, bringing his lips to her ear as he continued to fuck her steadily.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

  His warm breath danced across the side of her face and brought with it a shiver she couldn’t escape.

  “Wha—what you…ooh…mean?”

  Biting her shoulder, he ceased his thrusting and began to grind into her. “Don’t fucking play with me, Seraph. Something is different with you. I can feel that shit.”

  Even as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her nerve endings jolted with each scrap against her spot, she lifted her ass, trying to take more of him. “Damon,” she moaned breathlessly. “Shit.”

  Momentarily distracted by her impending climax that he could probably feel approaching from inside of her, Damon grunted and shoved his hands underneath her body to palm her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. “Uh-huh. Gimme that shit. Let it go.”

  Shoving her mouth onto a pillow, Seraph screamed through her release, the feeling of letting the sound out through her mouth somehow intensifying the feelings between her thighs. She came so hard that tears sprung to her eyes and she felt like she was melting into the mattress. As usual, Damon gave her no time to relish in her climax, quickly pulling out of her and flipping her onto her back before sliding back inside and returning to the power-fucking he’d initially employed.

  He held her thighs open and thrust into her at a downward angle for several seconds before pulling out and shooting his release onto her gaping sex.

  Panting, she stared up at him, wondering at the pinched look on his face as he pumped his dick and squeezed every drop onto her body. When he was done, he surprised her by rubbing his come into her skin, treating it like lotion as he massaged it into her belly and circled her nipples with wet fingers.

  “Don’t ever give my shit away,” he rasped in a voice that sounded tight with barely controlled rage. “Your orgasms belong to me.”

  Seraph blinked up at him, slightly terrified of the dip in his baritone that sounded nothing like Damon’s voice. It was clear that whatever was using Damon as a host was just there, under the surface of his luminescent skin, and the last thing she probably should be doing was needling the beast. However, knowing what she was dealing with, she couldn’t keep the questions from falling from her lips.

  “Why?”

  He gave her a sharp look, brown eyes glittering as if a fire was burning behind them.

  “Why what?”

  “Why do my orgasms belong to you?”

  “Because I need them.”

  Scooting up on the bed, Seraph pushed herself up into a sitting position and faced him.

  “You always say that, but what does that mean? Why do you need my orga
sms?”

  A few moments passed while he stared at her in silence, his eyes narrowed as he observed her.

  “Why are you asking me that now? Like you said, I always say that.”

  She pursed her lips, not swayed by his attempt at redirection. “I’m asking now because you’ve never smeared come on my titties and told me not to give your orgasms away.” She swung her hand between the two of them. “This isn’t a relationship, and we’ve never said anything about being exclusive, so when did my orgasms become yours?”

  Grasping her ankles, Damon slowly pulled them toward him, spreading them on either side of his body until the loss of balance made her fall back against the bed and she was spread eagle in front of him.

  “Your orgasms became mine when I started pulling them motherfuckers out of you like candy bars from a vending machine.” Rising to his knees, he sank into her again, and her back bowed off of the bed as the sheer fullness of him made her breath catch in her chest.

  Hooking one of her knees over his arm, he leaned forward and brought a hand to her throat as he began a slow grind into her warmth. With one hand, she grabbed his wrist and with the other, she grabbed his opposite bicep.

  “Am I lying?”

  Lost in the overload of sensations, Seraph didn’t know what the question referenced, but she was quick to shake her head in hopes that it was the right answer. When he leaned down and flicked his tongue against her nipple before tugging the hard point into his mouth, she released a shaky breath and clenched around his dick.

  “Do these orgasms belong to me?”

  This time, she nodded but instead of rewarding her with attention on her other nipple, Damon squeezed the sides of her throat, using his fingers to apply pressure that made her instantly lightheaded. Combined with the way his dick was grazing her walls, the move had her ready to give up the ghost.

  “Say it.”

  Her eyes popped open to find him staring down at her, expression dour as he worked her over.

  “These are your orgasms, no one else’s.”

  He stroked her harder but kept the same agonizing pace. “Now, what’s my fucking name?” His fingers increased the pressure on her neck, and her world felt hazy and magnificent. There was a ball of energy hurtling toward her, and she spread her arms wide to receive it. It crashed into her, and she splintered into a thousand pieces.

  Gasping, she came on a gush of tears and a tsunami between her thighs. “Damon!”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  The Buddy System

  The twenty-four-hour sex fast began the moment Damon left Seraph’s apartment. He waited until after she had awakened from another blackout orgasm and then saw himself out. She dragged herself into the shower to wash away the sweat and come that covered her body and then set a timer on her phone.

  The next day, she made sure to stay out of her office while at work. Despite how late Damon had stayed at her house, she couldn’t bank on him leaving her alone during the day and prevented another office session by inviting her department to work together in the conference room. Everyone had different projects, but the promise of a catered lunch and the opportunity to stretch their limbs were too tempting to pass on. It turned out to be a beneficial arrangement for all, with several people able to bounce ideas off of each other and brainstorm pitches. The culture in the sales department at NexTech differed from other tech companies in that it wasn’t competitive in a toxic way. There was no value in undercutting each other or stealing clients or ideas. It was a family environment that fostered loyalty and passion for the job.

  What had begun as a ruse to keep Seraph from being cornered by Damon turned into something that brought her real joy. She had almost forgotten about Damon completely until the urge to pee hit her after stuffing herself with food from Capital Grill. Halfway to the restroom, she realized that she was the only one in the hallway and her steps began to slow. Sweeping her eyes on either side of her, praying that Damon didn’t pop up and pull her into one of the darkened offices, she was on high alert until she reached the multi-stall lavatory. The door swung shut behind her, and the sound of two women conversing made her sigh with relief.

  She hurriedly emptied her bladder as she heard toilets flush and rushed to wash her hands so she could walk out with the women that she recognized from the advertising department, which shared a floor with sales. As she was rinsing the suds from her hands, she felt a stirring in her belly and the fine hairs on the back of her neck lifted.

  He’s out there.

  “Hey. You okay, sis?”

  Seraph dragged her blank gaze up from the sink to collide with that of one of the two women. One of her sculpted brows was hiked in the air, and even though a playful smirk was on her lips, her brown eyes were filled with undeniable concern.

  Praying she hadn’t been muttering aloud, Seraph asked, “Huh?”

  The woman stepped closer, stopping just out of arms reach. “I asked if you were okay. You’re staring into that drain as if you’re trying to figure out how to jump into it.” She chuckled, and Seraph swallowed hard, the reality that she would do just that if she could made her throat as dry as the desert in June.

  “I—there’s a man out there,” she stuttered as she tried to figure out how to explain her dilemma, “a—and I—”

  The woman’s eyes narrowed, and she held up a hand.

  “Say no more. You need help getting away from him?”

  Seraph nodded so quickly that her teeth clacked against each other.

  “We gotchu, don’t we, YoYo?” She turned to the other woman who propped a fist on her hip and said, “We sure do. You’re in sales, right?”

  The first woman turned back to Seraph just as she was nodding a second time.

  “I thought you looked familiar. What’s your name?”

  “Seraph.”

  “That’s pretty.” Touching her chest with the tips of her fingers, she said, “I’m Marissa,” then she turned and hooked a thumb at the second woman, “and that’s Yolanda. We’re from ads. Come on, let’s go.” Moving closer to Seraph, Marissa yanked a few paper towels from the dispenser and held them out. Once Seraph dried her hands and tossed the crumpled ball into the hole between the two sinks Marissa looped an arm through hers and tugged her toward the door.

  “Go first, YoYo, and hold the door. We have somewhere to be right now.” She started laughing as YoYo pushed the door open, and Seraph was so caught off-guard that she began to laugh too, but it was short-lived when she noticed Damon leaning against the wall opposite the restroom.

  One foot was bent behind him, balancing on the wall, with his arms crossed over his chest, and his eyes trained on her. As soon as they made eye contact, her pussy started weeping and her nipples beaded as if a strong breeze had washed over them. Her steps slowed and she felt her chest begin to constrict.

  Good lord, why did she think she could make it twenty-four hours? Just the sight of him had her ready to spread her legs in the middle of the hallway.

  “You’ve been hiding from me,” was all he said, face somber as if he had simply asked for the time. It might as well have been a siren’s call, the way the low timbre of his voice had a physical effect on her, unlike anything she’d ever experienced before this thing began between them—before he came to her in the middle of the night all those weeks ago.

  “I—”

  Seraph was once again that marionette, drifting toward him unconsciously, magnetized to the power between his thighs—the magic that he created between her thighs. However, before she could even take a step in his direction she felt herself being yanked back into consciousness.

  Marissa blinked at her in confusion before narrowing her eyes and tightening the connection of their looped arms.

  “Girl, we gotta go.” She hadn’t yelled but the emphasis on her words held a deeper meaning that Seraph was able to pick up on.

  Nodding slowly, she blinked away the fog of lust that had begun to settle over her mind. “That’s right. We’re on a bathroo
m break.”

  From behind, Yolanda let the door to the restroom swing close and placed a hand on both Seraph and Marissa’s backs, guiding them toward the other end of the hallway. “Come on, they’re waiting on us!”

  The helpless look that Seraph wore wasn’t an act. Damon rendered her completely incapable of making the right decisions, but she had these two women here blocking the invisible hold he had over her.

  “I gotta go,” she said apologetically.

  “Okay.” His response was simple, but Seraph knew it was anything but okay. “I’ll be seeing you later, Seraph.”

  She licked her lips at his veiled threat and faced forward, leaning into Marissa as she turned the corner and reentered the main area of their floor.

  “Where’s your office?” Marissa asked her in a low voice.

  Gesturing with her chin, Seraph steered them to the right. “We’re working out of the conference room today.”

  The three women made their way through the maze of cubicles until they reached the glass wall of the conference room where several people were sitting in cushioned chairs at odd intervals around the oblong table. Some were pouring over papers while others typed away on laptops. Nearly everyone wore headphones or wireless earbuds as they worked. Seraph pulled her arm from Marissa’s and turned to the two women to thank them when her eyes collided with Damon’s. Maybe it was her bewildered expression or the way she gasped when she saw him, but Marissa didn’t even hesitate. Instead of turning to see what—or who—caused Seraph’s reaction, she reached around the woman and opened the door of the conference room and pulled her inside.

  Seraph blinked rapidly and led them to the section of the table that she had commandeered. Taking a seat, she pulled her laptop toward her and watched as Marissa sat and grabbed the sheaf of papers sitting alongside the computer. She turned to Yolanda.

  “YoYo, go on to our department, but keep an eye on him and text me when he leaves. That’s when I’ll come out.”