Haunting Sin (4 page)

If his game was to ignore me, then
my game was going to be making him beg to have me. My smile turned genuine and
Devon walked past me with tight fists. I knew he could still feel the same
raging want I could and my game was suddenly much easier than I had
anticipated.

One awkward encounter was already
out of the way. I placed my hands on my hips and tilted my chin up.

“So where do I meet Charlotte?”

Andrew cleared his throat.

“Actually while we are on the subject. There isn’t just
Charlotte.”

I turned around to look him in the eyes.

“Oh?”

“There’s more like ten ghosts.”

“Twenty,” Marcus coughed.

“Thirty,” Hopper muttered.

“Forty-two,” James said nonchalantly and walked out. The
others shook their heads in agreement.

“We’ll show you to your room,” Marcus said and hoisted up a
high stack of boxes in his large arms. I followed the line of men out of the
kitchen, through the antique room and up the stairs. I was surprised at the
lack of ghost activity. I assumed they must be on their best behavior;
hopefully Charlotte had whipped them into shape.

I was led into a wide hallway,
where there was a door open at the end. I gasped when I stepped into my new
room. The room was bigger than my old apartment. It was as tall as it was wide,
with high spacious ceilings. The walls were a beautiful golden yellow making the
room feel bright and inviting. As promised, the room was modern, from the
furniture to the electric fixtures. It was without a doubt the most beautiful
place I have ever lived.

“Hope it’s everything you need. If
you want something different we could find you a better room,” Andrew said.

“Better?” I asked. How could I ever want a different room?
This room felt like home as soon as I walked through the door.

“Yeah, everyone’s room is suited to them. Marcus even has a
kitchen in his room.”

Marcus blushed deeply and softly replied, “I get hungry
often.”

“No, this is wonderful. Thank you, I love it.”

All the men began to shuffle out of
the room when Andrew grabbed my hand and led me back to the door. “Just so you
know, there’s Devon’s room,” he said nodding his head to the door just opposite
of mine. When Hopper and Marcus each quirked their brows, Andrew began to tell
me where everyone’s room was located.

“Good luck,” he said winking and disappeared down the hall
with the others. All the men in this house seemed too intuitive by far.

I began to unpack my boxes and let
out an inelegant snort when I found the box stuffed with cooking spices. I had
always kept my power objects separate and today I was happy for it. I couldn’t
imagine the taint Angela’s energy would’ve put on my crystals or spices. I
unwrapped my purple velvet bundle of spices, loving the cleansing smell of the
herbs. I laid out my collection of crystals on the table. There was an array of
colors and shapes; each was precious to me and each had its purpose. I often
wished I had more money so I could buy more crystals.

I heard a soft tentative knock at my door. I smiled to
myself sure it was Devon coming to welcome me to the house. I crossed my
fingers for a sexy welcome as I tousled my hair and clothes before I reached
the door. I opened the door to James’ strong handsome face, but it wasn’t the
strong handsome face I was coming to crave.

“I’m just here to tell you that dinner is ready.”

I hadn’t noticed the delicious
scent traveling from the hallway to my room. My stomach growled loudly to my
embarrassment. James’ eyes lit with amusement but to his credit he didn’t laugh
out loud. “Charlotte’s cooking does it to us all,” he said with a smile.

I smiled too and followed him down to the kitchen where I
could get a glimpse of the mysterious Charlotte.

James opened the door to the
kitchen and I eagerly peeked inside. Unfortunately I only caught a flash of
white lace before her form dissolved into nothing. I seated myself and tried
not to gape at the floating dishes being placed on the table. Flying potatoes
had me so distracted that I hadn’t noticed that I sat directly across from
Devon. I could see his eyes follow the line of one of my escaped locks down to
my breast. He swallowed and I smiled knowing he wasn’t as unaffected as he
pretended. I decided to cook up a plan of seduction.

I gazed back into Devon’s eyes and
he met my stare unflinching. The friendly chatter of the table seemed to
disappear. I made a show of discreetly running my hand down my neck. I loved
the hungry look he gave me. I breathed in deep, forcing my breast high and
nibbled on my lip when I saw his breathing increase.

I took a small bit of food,
allowing myself to purr my content. The food really was delicious. I smiled at
everyone at the table when they turned to look at me, but when I turned back to
Devon I slowly circled my tongue around my lips. He dropped his mouth open. He
seemed to remember he hadn’t eaten anything and started to devour his meal.

I wasn’t going to be ignored so
easily. I slipped my foot out of my shoe and gently guided it up his leg. His
eyes darted up at me and I just gave him a sexy smile. He lowered his eyes back
to his plate, so I ran my foot further up his leg till I could feel the thick
muscle of his thigh. I kept my foot there, caressing him and watching him as he
faltered on his eating. If he wanted to ignore me then my foot could keep
exploring his hard body. I was really beginning to enjoy this small power over
him, but I knew it was no match to the power he wielded over me. Even Devon’s
glance was enough to make me wet.

Devon lifted his head when one of
the others asked him a question. My eyes followed down his jaw to where I had
given him small bites along his neck. I could feel his leg brush against mine
and I saw him flinch. Devon’s body definitely wanted me, but his mind needed
some convincing. While he was talking to Marcus, I decided on a sexy devious
plan. I ate my food and watched the conversation, but as soon as Devon opened
his mouth to answer, I slid my foot from across his thigh to the center of his
crotch.

Devon was a very collected man and
didn’t give any indication what he was enduring to the others. It was Devon’s
turn to answer again and I rubbed my foot against the hard thick length of his
cock. I was pleased to see a small blush settle on his handsome face. I loved
that he was hard for me and I wanted to reward him by wrapping my lips around
his thick cock and taking him into my mouth. I licked my lips at the thought
and the motion was caught in Devon’s side glancing eyes.

The entire dinner I massaged his
hard cock waiting till he had to answer someone and then skipping every so
often so I could catch him off guard all over again. After dinner was over
everyone stayed at the table engaged in pleasant conversation. Eventually
everyone left the table to go about there business, all but Devon who was
probably nursing a stiff, aching cock. I smiled at him as I left the kitchen.

I walked down the hallway happily
humming to myself as I opened my door and then swung it closed. I didn’t hear
the click of the door closing, so I turned around and was greeted by the sight
of an undressing Devon. He stepped forward and closed the door behind him. His
knit shirt dropped to the floor and my eyes traveled up the familiar hard
planes of his sculpted torso. I raised my eyebrow when he began to unbuckle his
belt. I straightened my back. “You’re in the wrong room.”

“Am I?” Devon asked pulling himself
out of his jeans. He gave his cock one long stroke; my eyes followed his hand.
“You like to play games? So do I. I’m going to play a nice long game with you,
but not tonight. I want you too bad.” I blinked at him and he gave himself
another long hard stroke. I licked my lips and he gave me a shaky chuckle.

“Get on your knees.” My knees felt
weak, but I stood my ground. Devon walked over to me and roughly grabbed my
hair, jerking my head back. He slammed his mouth into mine; his unrelenting
tongue demanded my submission. His kisses left me dizzy with lust. My knees
fell to the floor. I craned my neck and gave his cock a long delicate lick. He
growled and surged forward trying to make me take more of him.

Devon’s breathing was ragged; I
enjoyed looking at the rise and fall of his wide muscular shoulders.
 
His reward was my lips sucking the head
of his cock into my mouth. His hand tangled in hair and he began to thrust into
my mouth. I reached up to eagerly meet his thrusts; once, twice, three times
before he dragged me back up his body.

Devon spun me around, pressing my
back into his chest. He held my hands behind my back, gripping my wrists
tightly. I could hear him kick away his shoes as he breathed heavily into my
ears. “I want you so bad,” he whispered into my neck. I leaned into the heat of
his breath on my skin. His hand roamed my body, stripping off my clothes.

Devon pawed at my breast, roughly
tweaking my nipples. I pushed my hips into his hard cock, needing to feel him
inside of me. He slipped his hand over my mound. Devon purred when he plunged
his fingers inside of me, finding me wet and ready. A noise of displeasure
escaped me when his hand shifted away from my needy slit.

He bent my over the bed and tugged
my hips so that I was perched high in the air. A package tore behind me. My
legs spread wide. I could feel him nudge my entrance. He pierced my body. His
cock began to stretch my tight walls, pushing deeper inside of me. Devon gave
me slow steady push that made me moan. My body gripped him, trying to pull more
of him into me. Devon filled an ache I didn’t know existed.

He pulled almost all the way out of
me and suddenly pressed forward, forcing me to take every inch of him. He
leaned over and bit down on my shoulder. I clamped down on him. We both moaned
at the tight fit of our bodies. Devon gripped my hips and began to thrust
harder, faster. I heard his body smack into mine, his low grunts mixing with my
high cries. He began pump into me with fervor. I needed more. I wanted to touch
him. I laid my hands over his. Devon quickly snatched my hands and held them
over my head. He bit my neck and then suckled on the sensitive skin. I began to
struggle in his hold, needing more. He made a trail of punishing kisses from my
neck to my hands.

Devon gave each of my wrists a
gentle kiss. He continued back down my body, softly licking, nibbling, and
massaging the skin of my back. I could feel his chest lay into me and I arched
my back loving the feel of his weight on top of my body. His gentle kisses were
a stark contrast to the fevered pace of his hips.

He kissed my lips. I savored the
taste of him, suckling his lip in my mouth, before I quickly bit down. He began
thrusting hard again; I could feel my tired body about to come. Suddenly Devon
threw my arms down on the bed and stopped pushing inside of me. “You don’t come
until I want you to come.” I knew trying to pull my wrists back was useless;
Devon’s strong hands wouldn’t budge. I pressed myself up against him.

“I forgot you were feisty.” I could
still feel him hard against me, just taunting my needy body. “Please,” I
begged. Devon slipped one hand down and began to stroke my wet folds. “Please,”
I began to squirm my hips needing him to brush his hand against my sensitive
nub.

“I love it when you beg,” he said stroking me.

I almost screamed in pleasure, but he still wasn’t letting
me come.

He thrust himself completely into
me. I could feel the heat beginning to simmer in my belly. “I want you to
remember this next time you want to play a game. Say you belong to me.” He
slammed into me again and then waited for my answer.

“I’m yours.” I could feel his rough
hand pinching my swollen nub as he began thrusting into me. “I’m yours. I’m
yours,” I whispered, my voice now hoarse from my cries. He turned my face and
gently kissed me. The sweet feel of his tongue, the roughness of his hand, and
the punishing thrust of his cock sent me screaming into ecstasy. I could feel
him quicken his pace and he pushed himself completely into me, shouting his
orgasm.

He laid over top of me and gently
held my face, giving me sweet soft kiss. He held me in his arms.
 
My hands lightly explored his body,
learning him. I reached up and we shared a lazy sweet kiss before the sleep
conquered me.

I woke up happy from a satisfying
dream, only to find I was alone in the bed. My heart dropped a little, but I
rolled over to the still warm sheets and inhaled Devon’s musky scent. I took a
shower and moaned at the feeling of the droplets hitting my newly sensitive
body. I felt beautiful and satisfied. I slowly got dressed loving the small
bite of pain on my nipples as I slid into my shirt.

I opened my door and came face to
face with Devon. There wasn’t any awkwardness, but there was some deep-rooted
lust. I walked over to him and rubbed my fingers up his corded torso until my
hands snaked around his neck. I brought his lips crashing down into mine. He
didn’t fight me. His hands groped my body and I sighed loving the feel of them.

Devon stepped back when he heard
the sound of James clearing his throat. “There’s been an emergency. Devon
suit
up.” Devon face and posture quickly became tense and
distant. He rushed down the hall past James.

“Ms. Beaumont,”

“Piper,” I interrupted. James smiled and threw a black
duffel bag into my arms.

“Piper retrieve all the supplies you thing you’ll need to
battle a bad spirit.”

“I’ll get my crystals…battle?” I
asked unsure if whether I had heard James correctly. “Yes we’re going to need
all the help we can get. Be downstairs in five minutes.” James then ran down
the hall too. I was left outside my door cringing with a list of items running
through my head.

“Battle?” I asked out loud in
disbelief. This was going to be the first of many interesting days.