KnockingonDemon'sDoor by Unknown (best love novels of all time TXT) 📕

as long as he could. He’d made the switch earlier that morning, but last place he wanted to be sleeping was on the same floor as Trevor and his goons. With Trevor’s final words still ringing a warning in his head…we’ll be watching, he pushed open the door and entered.

As he tossed his coat over the suitcase he’d unpacked earlier, and took in his new digs, he suddenly had the feeling he was still being watched. He casually made his way to the window to shut his blinds when the smoke detectors caught his attention. One room. Two smoke detectors.

We’ll be watching…

Was the place rigged? He inconspicuously examined the detectors closer, and that was when he caught site of the camera lens haphazardly hidden beneath the plastic.

Oh, fuck.

He was intelligent to understand the significance of those two detectors and why Trevor had insisted on the new room. Because clearly he planned on “watching” the initiation process.

And goddammit, Sunny was on her way…

* * * * *

Michelle paused outside room 412, hardly able to believe she was knocking on a demon’s door. Well, technically she didn’t have to knock since he’d given her a key card.

She trusted Blake. She wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t smart, or even rational, but if she were honest she’d have to admit that she’d come across too many humans who were as much a monster as he was. Maybe more so.

She slipped the card in and took one cautious step forward. Blake met her at the door and pulled her into him. He put his mouth close to her ear. “They’re watching.”

She buried her face in his neck to muffle her words. “I know,” she murmured”

“No, Sunny,” He angled his head slightly. “I just realized they have cameras planted in my room.” She felt a cold shiver move through him when he added, “Probably so they can watch me audition women.”

“We need to get out of here.”

“We can’t. They’ll know we’re up to something.” Blake’s mouth moved to her ear, where his warm breath caressed her sensitive lobe. “I need for you to pretend we’re making love, Sunny. Can you do that? It’s the only way for us to keep our cover.”

The uncertainty in his tone surprised her. It was very un-demon-like. She swallowed. “Yeah.”

Blake removed her jacket, his hands skimming her curves. She shivered under his invasive touch.

“Are you cold?” he murmured.

“No,” she managed to croak out as he pulled her closer. In fact, she was hot. So goddamn hot from his touch she was about to spontaneously combust.

His lips brushed over her eyes, her nose and settled on her lips. He whispered into her mouth. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable doing, understand?” he whispered.

Michelle could hear the need and lust in his voice and had to admit she wasn’t at all immune to his touch. How could she be, considering who and what he was? “I understand,” she said, his genuine concern for her well-being touching her deeply, and getting to her in a way that warmed her from the inside out.

With that Blake guided her to the center of the room. His dark, smoldering eyes locked on hers. Warmth pooled between her legs and she wanted…no needed, to feel his body next to hers. He ran his fingers along the back of her neck as she reached out a shaky hand and tugged his T-shirt from his waistband. Blake helped her remove it. Her breath caught when she glanced at his hardness. Her entire body quivered as she trailed her fingers over his flesh.

“Sweetheart…” The roughness in his voice gave way to softness as she caressed his gorgeous warrior’s body, taking extra care to run soothing hands over his scars. When her eyes met his, she was completely unprepared for the emotions he brought out in her.

The minute she felt his warmth beneath her fingertips, her heart began to pound in a way it had never pounded before and everything inside her told her this moment wasn’t about cameras, protecting their cover or the irresistible lure of the demon. The woman in her wanted him on an emotional level and never desired anyone the way she desired him. As his touch warmed her darkest corners she trembled and knew this moment was about a man and a woman and their undeniable need for one another, a need that started on the dance floor and had now spilled into his bedroom. No, she quickly corrected herself. The need started well before the dance floor because she couldn’t dispute the fact that the second she’d set eyes on Blake she’d wanted him physically, but there was something deep inside him, something warm, compassionate and giving that drew her in emotionally. Nor could she deny that, after watching him for days, she’d also glimpsed the man beneath the monster, a man who got to her in a way that no one else ever had.

She was fully aware that for the first time in her life, she was letting her heart rule her actions. But right now all that mattered was this man and this moment.

Blake’s hands went to her shirt and he arched a questioning brow before proceeding. In one quick movement she pulled her own shirt off, answering his question.

His smoldering eyes dropped to her breasts. “My God,” he murmured.

Her lips found his for a long, soul-searching kiss. Blake circled his hands around her waist and squeezed her ass. A moment later he inched back and gestured toward the bathroom, his voice loud and clear when he said, “It’s been a long day and I’d liked to get cleaned up first.”

Instantly understanding the gist, she nodded. “I’ll help.”

With that his lips found hers again, and as they’d continued to kiss and caress each other, once again putting on a good show for those who were watching, Blake walked her backward and guided her into the bathroom, leaving Trevor’s goons to believe they were going to continue their exploration in the shower.