Page 13 of Demon Unleashed

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When Zoltan entered the living room, now fully clothed, Enya stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down onto the city of Baltimore. She didn’t turn around when he approached, giving him a chance to admire her in the figure-hugging dress she wore. The ocean-blue fabric clung to her body like a second skin, and her long blond hair reached down to mid-back. The blue suited her perfectly, making her look regal, yet sexy. She’d worn the same color a few months earlier when he encountered her at a cosplay event, of all places. She’d fought his demons, killed several, but luckily, she hadn’t seen his face: it had been hidden behind a Batman mask.

Zoltan walked up to Enya and put his arms around her, pressing his front to her back, her ass fitting perfectly against his groin. He slid a hand over her stomach down to her pussy, still remembering vividly how it felt when her interior muscles had gripped him during her orgasm. Enya didn’t stop his possessive movement. Instead, she pressed against him, arching her back. He couldn’t resist sliding his other hand to her breast, squeezing it, first lightly, then firmer.

He bent his head to hers. “You’ve exceeded all my expectations.” He pressed a kiss to her neck. “No woman has ever allowed me to take her like that.”

Enya put her hand over the one that still cupped her pussy. “I didn’t know hu—uh, men like you existed.”

Human, she’d wanted to say, he realized. Good; he hadn’t aroused any suspicions in her. His cover was still firmly in place.

“You’re a rare breed, Enya. So full of passion.” He rubbed the heel of his hand against her mound. “Without inhibitions.” He kissed the skin below her earlobe. “I’m glad you decided to call me.”

“So am I.” She turned her head to look at him. “I hope I didn’t spoil your homemade dinner by attacking you like this. I hope it’s still edible.”

Apparently his kitchen looked sufficiently messy for her to believe that he’d actually prepared the dinner himself. He chuckled. “No worries.”

“You went through so much trouble.”

He sighed. “Enya…”

“What?”

“I have to confess something. I lied to you.”

Twisting out of his hold, she spun around and stared at him. Her eyes shot suspicion and disappointment in equal measure.

He’d expected her reaction. It was all going according to plan. By confessing one small lie and playing a man with scruples, Enya would never suspect that he was keeping a much bigger secret.

“I didn’t cook the meal.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Fact is, I can’t cook to save my life. I ordered it from a restaurant. I wanted to impress you. I’m sorry.”

Enya’s chin dropped. A breath of air rushed from her mouth, and then she started laughing. “Oh my God. That’s your lie? That you can’t cook? Join the club! I even manage to burn water.”

Zoltan grinned. “So you’re not mad?” Bingo! She now believed he was an honest man, one who didn’t even want to lie about an inconsequential thing.

She took a step toward him and put her hands on his chest. “No. I’m not mad. But why didn’t you just take me out to a restaurant? That would have been enough.”

He chuckled. “Sure, but I wanted to make sure that you’d come to my condo, where we could be alone.”

Her eyelashes swung up, and her blue eyes were full of mischief. “So you planned all this, greeting me at the door with just a towel, still dripping from your shower.”

“Well, if I may point out, you did arrive a half-hour early, so it’s technically not my fault.” Zoltan pulled her hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “Though I have to admit, it couldn’t have worked out more perfectly if I’d planned it.”

Which he had. He’d timed it so that she’d seen him masturbate in the shower. It had had the desired effect and catapulted Enya directly into his arms. Now all he had to do was to pull her deeper into his net, first tying her to him with his sexual prowess—which she clearly responded to—then plying her with promises of love and devotion, until she trusted him and shared her true identity and the location of her compound with him. And once he was inside, he could finally execute his plan. Everything was running smoothly, like a well-oiled machine.

A dull ache suddenly crept up from the top of his spine into the back of his skull. The momentary pain made him squeeze his eyes shut and suck in a breath. Fuck! Not now! He didn’t need one of his crippling migraine attacks right now.

“Eric?”

He opened his eyes and focused. But he couldn’t think straight. Who was Eric?

“Eric,” Enya said again, and cupped his cheeks with her warm palms. The soothing touch made him temporarily forget about the pain. “Are you all right?”

He forced himself to smile. “Yes, I’m fine. Just a bit of a headache. Nothing to worry about. I probably just need to eat something.” He motioned toward the kitchen. “Shall we have dinner?”

“Are you sure you’re okay? How about an aspirin?”

He shook his head. He’d tried every conceivable drug—legal and illegal—and nothing had ever helped. “No, no. It’ll go away.”