The Devil You Know (Ceasefire Series Book 1) Read online

  “This is a rare occasion for both of us, so yes.”

  “And how do you know that?”

  “The other night you came across as bold, going straight for sex. This evening, I can see your less relaxed. You don’t date often.”

  He has me there. I don’t even remember the last night I had an intimate dinner with a man.

  “What kink gets you wet, my Flower?” His smile is elusive, but his look is sly.

  My gaze meets his. Max is so self-assured. And he’s after something. Sex? He could have had that without dinner. Mutual sexual gratification is something I would not say no to. Not after the last time we fucked.

  “I think you’d be surprised.” I flirt back.

  “Not much does, nowadays.”

  “Come here often, do you?”

  “Would it shock you if I said yes?” He counters.

  “No.”

  Max, I’m realising, is the type of guy you get warned about. The definition of the big bad wolf. Handsome, intelligent, arrogant and wrapped up in sin. He looks like he wants to eat me up again. This evening is turning out better that I had hoped.

  Our waitress returns. With practised eased she pops open the bottle of champagne before filling our flute glasses.

  “To a satisfying evening getting to know each other.” He proposes, raising his glass.

  Scooping up my own, I click the glass with his. Bubbles tickle my nose as I take a sip. The alcohol is crisp and fruity.

  “Are you ready to order?”

  “We’ll both have the steak, well done, with salad and potatoes.” Max tells her not even bothering to look at the menu.

  Snatching them up, she scampers away again.

  “I could have chosen something for myself,” I point out.

  “And you would have chosen the steak. Trust me, the rest would not have appealed.” His tone is confident and lofty.

  Max likes to be in control and it looks like it’s not just confined to the bedroom. Annoyance nettles me, but I swallow it down with some more champagne. He’s probably the worst person to feel attracted to, but it doesn’t change the fact I am. He’s the kind of guy women lose their mind over. Bad fucking combinations, but he has me hooked.

  Draining my glass, I set it on the table. “Why dinner and not something less...personal?”

  Lifting the bottle, he pours me more of the pale gold liquid. “You mean, why not ask you to meet me at a hotel to fuck?”

  “Yes.”

  “It was tempting, but to tell you the truth, you’ve stirred my curiosity. It’s not every day I come across a woman who revels in her appetites.”

  “Life is too short not to enjoy ourselves.”

  Eyes darkening in lusty interest, Maxs nods. “That it is.”

  Escaping his regard, I turn to survey the crowd. A ménage of sexual acts are taking place around us.

  Grunting, moaning, mewling, it’s a carnival of carnal flesh as far as the eye can see.

  “I think we are a lot alike, Mavi.” He continues softly. “Both go after what we want and get it. We don’t hold back anything of ourselves when we do. That frightens people. They don’t know how to handle us. They have no understanding of how to be so free. How to be so raw and in tune with your true nature.”

  “You know me so well after a few hours together?”

  “Yes.” He says the word without hesitation.

  “Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I do hope you are enjoying yourself.”

  The female voice comes from our right on the main floor. Turning my head, I see the woman now standing on the stage. She’s tall, athletic looking, with toned muscles encased in purple leather that shows off her figure and leaves her long legs bare. Platinum blonde hair cascades around her shoulders framing a beautiful face. A matching purple crop is carried in one of her hands.

  Red eyes. They could be contact lenses, but she’s giving off the demonic vibe I’ve started to get used to.

  “Mistress Taila runs the club.” Max explains, breaking through my thoughts.

  If he knows what she is he gives no indication.

  “Good evening, Mistress Taila.” The throng chants back.

  Behind her is a female.Attached to a leash, the delicate looking, dark skinned woman crawls behind her on all fours, small tits swaying erotically. A fake pair of fluffy black feline ears poke out from her hair. She’s paraded around the stage. As they make their way along, the anal plug with the matching tail comes into view with her rounded arse.

  “Meow.” The woman rubs her cheek sensually against her Mistress’s leg.

  “Who wishes to play with my pet tonight?” Taila directs the question to the room.

  A show of hands dart into the air.

  “You.” Crooking a slender finger, she gestures for someone to join them.

  The male is well hung and naked.

  Joining them on stage he bows his head respectfully at Taila.

  Reaching down, she strokes her hand between her pet’s legs. “Someone’s nice and wet.” She tells the crowd with a grin. The woman purrs, curving her back, lifting her arse. Eyes looking up, they beg for more.

  “You’ll get your treat.” The Demoness tells her, petting her head.

  Cock hard and bobbing, the male moves eagerly to mount the woman from behind, taking that as his queue.

  She bucks as he thrusts into her. Features contorting with a look of pain, she yowls, taking every inch of him.

  Gripping her hips, he fucks her hard and fast.

  It hurts. You can see it by the way she claws at the floor, mouth twisting in discomfort. He’s given her no time to adjust to his length.

  The guy carries on, pounding into her, his own look of pure pleasure blinding him to the fact his partner is not enjoying it as much.

  Not the treat her Mistress promised. It looks more like a punishment.

  Curling my fingers around my flute glass, I’m transfixed as the man’s groin slaps into her backside even harder.

  “Please, it’s too much,” she whines, breaking her feline character. With imploring eyes, she stares up at Taila.

  The demoness’s disappointment is viable. In a flash she has her crop cracking across the male’s arse cheek. “It’s supposed to be a reward. If you break her then you will be replacing her as my sub,” she warns.

  I can’t help squirming in my seat. Kink turns me on.

  “You like to watch.” Max’s comment is a statement not a question.

  Glancing his way, I follow the way his tongue darts out to lick the glistening wetness his sip of champagne has left.

  “I do.”

  There is no point denying it. No reason to. If I didn’t like what I was seeing I would have left by now.

  “Have you ever considered pet play?”

  That makes me laugh.

  “I don’t think I have the temperament for a cute kitten.” I tell him, wrinkling my nose.

  “I could see you as a tigress with that fearless nature of yours.”

  Raising my glass, I pause before it reaches my mouth. “And you would tame me, I suppose?”

  Max’s focus becomes intense. “No. I think you’re perfect wild and ferocious,” he murmurs, a pulse of sexual energy deepening his tone.

  Drinking more of the delicious liquid, I study his expression. Does he want me to become his submissive? Is that why he’s brought me here? To make me some kinky proposal?

  Just imaging Max’s dark formidable form towering over me as I kneel naked at his feet makes me wet. Would he have a sadistic evil side? For some reason I can’t see him as being soft, yet I barely know him. It’s just an impression.

  Green eyes flashing to my face, his mouth tilts in amusement.

  It makes me wonder what he finds so amusing.

  “What is it you want from me, Max?”

  For a beat he doesn’t answer.

  “I want to fuck you in every orifice, Mavi. Fill you with my cum over and over until it’s leaking from every hole. Have you submit to
me in every way imaginable and even ones you haven’t dreamt of.”

  Breath hitching, I feel my cheeks redden with the imagery his words invoke. My arse, mouth, and pussy. His for the taking. I never blush. What the hell is this guy doing to me? No one has ever taken me in the arse, yet Max makes me want it with a need that is alien to me.

  Clearing my throat, I drop his wicked gaze.

  Music begins to play. A slow song as the entertainment on the podium continues in a writhing, sweaty, chorus of moans and groans.

  “You’re not what I was expecting.”

  His low words catch me off guard.

  He’s looking at me as if I’m an enigma that needs to be solved.

  “Dance for me.” Max commands, his tone swiftly changing.

  I can’t help myself. His voice is compelling. A sweet sinful sound wrapping me up in a sudden need to please him. Rising from my chair, my will no longer my own, I move to stand before him. Sliding my hands up my body, I cup my breasts. My nipples are already hard. Swaying my hips slowly, I fall into the beat. The world blurs around me. Only Max matters now. How he’s watching with piercing dark eyes that get darker the more I move.

  I feel the heat between my legs build.

  He smirks. It’s as if he is fully aware of his effect on me and it pleases him. “That’s it, Mavi, just let go. Give into those desires I know you have hidden away in your heart.”

  Exploration travelling higher, I push my hair up onto my head. I’m aware of every inch of my body. My need to be touched is so strong it sends tingles over my skin. I’ve never felt like this before. It’s a craving. One that I instinctively know Max can fulfil.

  Hands curve over my hips.

  Eyelashes fluttering up, it’s only then I realise my eyes have been closed.

  Max is behind me. Firm, muscled chest pressed against my back as he dances. I can feel his heat through his clothes. It’s intimate, almost indecent the way we move against each other.

  His grip is tight. Groin grinding into my arse in time with the music his arousal is hard and blatant.

  Groaning in my throat, I work myself against it. My thong is soaked with my excitement and he’s making me wetter.

  “I want to fuck you right here in the middle of the club.” Max’s voice is low and taught. “Ravage your cunt like a beast with everyone watching.”

  It sends my pussy fluttering in needy response. God, I want him too. He’s intoxicating. Taking me over with a primal desperate need I don’t understand.

  “Are you sure you’ll be the one doing the ravaging?” Turning in his arms, I wrap my own around his neck. Mouth meeting his, I kiss him wildly. Tongues battling, he seems just as lost as I am. Trapped in the moment.

  Curving a hand to the back of my skull, he continues to take what he wants.

  Something flat meets my back. A wall.

  Biting down on his lower lip, I growl. Metallic, strong, the taste of blood mixes with our kiss.

  Max snarls. An animalistic sound. Nostril’s flaring, his eyes burn into mine with a glimpse of something sinister. They’re so dark now I can no longer see the green of his irises. It’s hot as fuck.

  Running his tongue along my cheek, he licks me in one long swipe. A shudder rolls through me. Rubbing myself against him like a cat, I mewl.

  To many layers of clothes separate us. I want Max, skin to skin. His body thrusting in and out of mine brutally as he had the other night.

  Cool air washes over the tops of my thighs as my skirt is bunched up around my hips, baring my lower half. It’s as if Max has read my thoughts. He lingers over my garter belt. Has he spied the knives I have hidden?

  I gasp when he jerks my thong free, ripping the material.

  “Don’t fight this, Flower.” Forcing my legs further apart with his knee, he traps both my wrists about my head with one hand. “Nothing on earth can help you now.” With his free hand he unzips his pants pulling his rock hard errection free.

  His hardness nudges against me. Hungry and thick.

  Wrapping my legs around his waist, I cling to him, opening myself up further, submitting to what I know we both want. I’m primed and ready.

  Thrusting up, Max slides into me with a hiss.

  “Fuck.” Head falling back against the wall, I ride out the pulsing painful pleasure as he fills me. Electricity races through me from my core, where’s he’s buried deep, to my lust riddled brain.

  “How can you feel this good every time I take you?” He rumbles close to my ear. “It’s inconceivable.”

  Hands moving to grip my buttocks, he fucks me.

  An orgasm takes me by surprise almost straight away. Erupting so sharply, I shudder with the force.

  Max takes that moment to go deeper.

  Digging my fingernails into his shoulders, I ride him, bucking up and down his length in a frenzy.

  It’s hot and dirty. People are watching us screw, but I don’t care.

  Moaning loudly, my pussy walls clamp around his shaft. Another climax bursts through me.

  Max continues to hammer into me. Grunting and snarling, he slides almost all the way out before slamming back in. I’m coming again and it’s a knife edge of pleasure pain that makes me howl.

  Feeling him throb and expand inside me, I know he’s close. A tortured groan is wrenched from his chest as his fills me with hot cum.

  Chest heaving, I can barely see straight. Words are something I’m unable to form at this second.

  Max’s face is pressed against the curve of my neck. Warm breath panting against my skin, he’s still holding me tight.

  Bliss has me floating on a cloud I have no wish to come down from. I want to remain suspended forever. Never let it stop. Max is going to ruin me.

  Soft muffled music starts playing within the confines of his jacket.

  “Shit.” Shifting his hands, he keeps me pinned to him as he fumbles for his phone.

  Still wound around him, I don’t even bother to let go. His weight is the only thing holding me up right now. If he lets me go, I’ll be a puddle of our combined spent sex juices on the floor.

  “What?” He snaps, voice cold.

  Tension thrums through his muscles as whoever is on the other end answers.

  “Fine.” Cutting off the call, he jams his phone back into his jacket pocket. “I’m sorry, Mavi, something’s come up.” Resting his forehead against my own, he lowers me until my feet reach the ground. “I need to go. It’s work.”

  “Tonight?”

  I’m still coming down from an orgasmic daze. Legs like jelly, I don’t even dare peel myself off the wall. Max is a fucking sex God. Who is this guy? I’m high on sexual release. Drunk on this male. His charm. His touch. The way he fucks.

  Warm fingers gently caress the side of my face. “No rest for the wicked and it’s not something I can ignore, or I would. A quick fuck was not what I had planned...well fucking you senseless, yes, but it would have been all night long. Can we take a rain check on dinner? Next time, I promise, we will have no interruptions.” Stepping back, he pulls out of me, adjusting my dress back into a rumpled order.

  I give a satiated smile. Right now, I would agree to anything. “Sure.”

  Scooping up my ruined thong, he twirls it around a finger. “Sweet dreams, Flower.” With the material still clutched in his hand, he walks away.

  We didn’t use protection. The fact I’m only just realising this makes me freeze. Fuck. I’m never this careless. Men I sleep with always use a rubber. Thank God, I have the morning after pill at home, just in case. An unwanted pregnancy is not what I need.

  Locking my knees in place, I resist the urge to crumple. Hanging around here is out of the question. It’s one thing being at a place like this with Max, but completely different alone. Predators of the sexual kind will see me as an easy target. Figure I am looking for another partner now that my date is gone. I’ve played this game before. It’s one I don’t want to repeat. Last time, it got me banned from a place. I’d rather not have that
happen again.

  Shuffling my way to the women’s bathroom, which thankfully is close, I clean myself up in a cubicle.

  It feels weird wandering around without any underwear even if they’re only a scrap of material. Did Max keep them as a trophy? Maybe he has a panty fetish. After tonight, anything is possible.

  Finger combing my red hair, I check my make-up in the mirror. My eyeliner has streaked. I don’t look like a panda yet. Not quite steady on my feet, I sway. I feel euphoric. In a golden zone. As if somehow I’ve transcended my body to bathe in pure light outside physical space and time. It’s the only way I can describe it. Pure Heaven.

  Several women eye me up. As they move past me I feel the light touch of their hands caressing my back.

  I tense. It’s time to get out of here.

  Making my way out of the bathroom, I note some of them are still lingering. Fucking fantastic. I am not in the mood for a fight.

  Glancing around, I admire the club. Why didn’t I notice how lovely the décor was before? Gothic, dark.

  “Mavi, what are you doing here?”

  Swivelling around, I find Snatch a few paces behind me. Skin waxen under the flashing lights, his tall lanky figure is disguised by the over baggy black jumper he’s wearing with a pair of scruffy jeans.

  “I was with someone but they had to leave. You?”

  “I know a couple of dealers who hang out here. You look like you’re on something too.” Holding up a small clear bag of pills, he wiggles it in front of my face.

  “For fuck sake, put that away.” Grabbing his hand, I yank his arm down. I’m not about to tell him I’m buzzing on hot sex.

  “Relax, they’re ok with drugs in here, along with all the other shit they do.”

  “I never noticed how curly your hair is before.” I tell him, drawn to the brown waves spiralling just above his collar.

  “Yup, you’re definitely high as a kite,” he comments back. Eyes shifting uneasily, he glances around.

  A ripple of awareness sweeps through the club. It’s so heavy it makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

  “You know this is Demon central right?”

  “All the red eyes gave it away.” I tell him, moving close to his side. Their fear is palpable. Something had spooked them. And I don’t think it’s me.