Dirty Deeds (Paranormal Erotic Romance) by Eliza Gayle Page A

own you now. You're mine to do with what I please.” His laughter floated up from his throat. “I give the orders around here.”
    Melody sighed. “So taking Harold's job is a done deal?” It wasn't really a question, not when she already knew the answer.
    “I'm not willing to take any more chances that you can get away from me again. No more nightmares about leaving you behind or waking up without you in my bed.”
    Oh, damn, she'd never be able to deny him a thing. Heat curled in her belly, moisture dampening her sex. Didn't mean she couldn't try to push his buttons as often as she could though.
    “Own me, huh? That doesn't sound so bad.”
    His eyes sparkled with devious intent. “Don't be so sure about that.” He pushed her down to her knees in front of him. “I'm not Harold. Compared to me, he's soft. You think you're ready for that?”
    “Drake, I love you. I already belong to you. Don't you know that?”
    A rough moan rumbled from his lips.
    “I won't be your boss, Melody. I'll be your Master. And as such, I can and will be a demanding bastard. You won't be out collecting souls every night. Oh no. You'll be here. Tied to that bed.” He pointed behind her. “Servicing me.”
    That put a picture in her head. Deviant sexual images that might have shocked Melanie, but not Melody.
    “That's it? Just be here for you?” She rubbed her pelvis against his erection. “A girl can get into a lot of trouble when she's left alone just waiting…idle hands and all…”
    “Oh I'm sure we can find plenty of things around here to keep you busy.”
    Maybe she should be frightened by the deal Drake offered her but she wasn't. She needed him and Devil help them, he needed her as well.
    “But, Drake, what about your current job? Who will keep the balance?”
    “Did I mention I'm an excellent multitasker?” He looked her over seductively.
    She reached for the waistband of his jeans, unfastening the button, ticking down the zipper. Her hands slipped underneath the loosened denim to grasp his tight ass before pushing down his pants. His long thick shaft burst from the confinement to bob in front of her mouth.
    “Suck me, Melody. You make me fucking ache for your mouth.”
    Only a hair's breadth away from him, she flicked out her tongue to swipe at the precum beading from the tip. Melody licked her lips, savoring the salty essence bursting inside her. She glanced up and their gazes locked as she opened her mouth wide and sucked the tip in. The warmth of his swollen head sent shards of heat and longing racing along her spine, tingling at the base of her neck.
    Drake's hands tangled in her hair on a low groan, spurring her to take more. Desire and need shone from his eyes, sending flutters erupting in her stomach. Never had anyone ever made her feel so wanted, so loved.
    Her lips tightened around him as her tongue swirled over the hard shaft wrapped in silk, lingering on the sensitive underside. He was already bigger than most men, but every time his cock pulsed she swore he swelled further.
    “More, Melody; take all of me.” His hands tightened into fists in her hair that tugged at her head, pulling her another inch onto his length. His obvious need fed into hers and her already tightened nipples strained toward him, aching to be plucked.
    Melody hesitated and opened wider before leaning in, letting Drake guide his way to the back of her throat. Hot, hard flesh filled her, leaving a trail of scorching thirst for more.
    “Oh hell, baby. That's it. A little bit more.”
    She swallowed against the blood-engorged tip, relaxing her throat enough for him to slip the rest of the way in. Eyes watering, she worked her tongue frantically against him until his hips jerked from the intensity of it. Easing her head back, she released him from the lock of her throat with a gurgle before swiftly swallowing him down again. She wanted Drake to lose his mind, much like he'd done to her the night before. His pleasure became her pleasure as