His Final Seduction

  Signed, sealed and seduced.

  When an affair with her boss wrecked her legal career, Sydney James finally admitted her sex addiction and swore off men. After a year of self-imposed celibacy, her friends surprise her with a trip to a Caribbean resort. Only they fail to mention her destination is the infamous erotic getaway, Club Carnal.

  She fully intends on fleeing temptation—until the club’s hotter-than-the-tropical-sun manager puts a kink in her plan. And her celibacy.

  Moments from death, Damien Blake signed a contract with a succubus who promised to save his life…for a price. In exchange, he must use his newly granted sex-demon powers to seduce and steal energy from one hundred women. Now, ninety-nine women later—just one conquest away from freedom—he meets his final victim, the alluring, enigmatic Sydney James. Long-dormant emotions sizzle to life and ignite a fire in his blood unlike any he’s ever known.

  But when a lethal clause in his contract is revealed, Damien is forced to make a deadly decision. Spend eternity in slavery…or kill the woman he loves.

  Warning: If you like hot sex with even hotter partners, then you’ve come to the right place! Here at Club Carnal, anything and everything goes…foreplay for dinner, hands-on body massages, toys that take on a completely new meaning, girl-on-girl action—and, if you’re not careful, you might run into a sex demon. Or two.

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  Samhain Publishing, Ltd.

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  Macon GA 31201

  His Final Seduction

  Copyright © 2009 by Scarlett Childs

  ISBN: 978-1-60504-525-2

  Edited by Deborah Nemeth

  Cover by Angela Waters

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  First Samhain Publishing, Ltd. electronic publication: May 2009

  www.samhainpublishing.com

  His Final Seduction

  Scarlett Childs

  Dedication

  To Chris and Eric…may I never know a day without my real-life heroes.

  Chapter One

  “Sexploration Room One is running low on condoms again.”

  Damien tilted his head and looked beyond the chocolate skin and bare breasts of the young woman he was interviewing. One of his day managers stood in the doorway, tapping her stilettos in rhythm to the Caribbean music blanketing the room in sensual tribal pulses. She wore a Band-Aid-sized leopard-skin bikini, a matching pareo and a large black-beaded necklace. The ensemble was the standard uniform for all Club Carnal employees.

  Bare skin.

  “Then restock it, Margaret,” he returned, the answer obvious.

  “That’s the problem, sir.” She fingered a loose strand of blond hair as her gaze roamed the other woman’s exposed skin. “Our latest shipment hasn’t arrived yet, and there’s no more in storage, just what’s left in each section’s supply closet.”

  He let out an exasperated breath, pushed away from his lush leather chair and gave a slow smile to the other woman. “Make yourself comfortable, Anjelica.” He gave her nipple ring a soft tug. “This shouldn’t take long.”

  The Latin beauty nodded—a slow, steady shift bent on seduction—then walked to the open window that overlooked the Caribbean Sea. Wind wafted into the room, swirling her black hair against her shapely back and the lean lines of her hips. Unless she had the mental capacity of a sand fly, he foresaw no reason he wouldn’t hire her for the vacant waitress position at the resort’s signature restaurant, Carnal Cravings.

  He turned from the young woman’s round backside and faced Margaret. “Have you called our supplier?”

  “I sure did,” she mumbled, her eyes lingering on Anjelica. In an act she probably wasn’t even aware of, Margaret lifted her right hand to her own breast and kneaded the mound. His day manager’s sex drive rivaled that of a lioness in heat.

  With his index finger to her chin, he tugged until Margaret’s gaze slid back to him. “Stop ogling the perspective employees and tell me what the supplier said.”

  Her lips pressed into a straight line, and she fisted her hands on her hips. “Party pooper.”

  “I’m sure you’ll find some other willing soul soon enough. Now tell me what the supplier said.”

  She rolled her big brown eyes. “When the plane with our shipment was en route, it had some sort of technical glitch and had to return to Miami. Now, with this latest hurricane warning, they don’t want to risk making another trip this far off the mainland.”

  “We’re always under some sort of hurricane warning out here.” His brain didn’t seem to want to engage today. His impending visit with Giselle St. Clair loomed on the horizon, even more menacing than the skulking hurricane. “The hurricane isn’t going to get close anyway. The most we’ll get is a good soaker, and that’s still almost a week away, plenty of time for them to get a shipment out here.”

  “I know, and I told them that, but it didn’t help.”

  “Okay.” He pinched the brim of his nose between his thumb and forefinger and took a second to rein in his temper. It wasn’t Margaret’s fault the condom supplier was having glitches, but thanks to Giselle, the mundane details were grating on his nerves. “Look in all the petting rooms and dining facilities. None of those should be stocked with condoms, but it won’t hurt to double-check. Then coordinate with the front desk. There have been several recent cancellations because of the hurricane warning. Those rooms would have been stocked already, so pull supplies from there. And if that’s still not enough to last us the night, send Jake to the mainland. I refuse to jeopardize a single client’s health by not providing a safe atmosphere in which they can act out their fantasies. Are we understood?”

  “Yes, sir.” With one last, lingering look at the other woman’s scrumptious, nearly nude body, she swiveled to leave.

  He took a deep breath. There was no rest for the weary, or in his case, erotic resort owners. Speaking of which, he had an interview to finish.

  When his eyes made contact with Anjelica’s curves again, that all-too-familiar stir in his cock returned with a vengeance. Too bad the rest of him didn’t feel anything.

  “Now, where were we?” He rejoined her without trying to hide his body’s physical response. After all, her job as a Carnal Cravings waitress would be to act as a walking, talking object of lust. Beautiful and eager to please.

  “I can’t remember, Señor Blake.”

  Her words were a murmured exhale meant to turn men into clay, ready and willing to be molded, but he’d long ago acquired an immunity to temptresses like Anjelica—even if he’d acquired it the hard way.

  On autopilot, he brushed the underside of her breasts with the back of his hand, evaluating their supple elasticity and wishing he were anywhere but here. A nipple hardened around the silver ring piercing the taut peak. Pleased with the reaction, he tugged on the loop until Anjelica bit her lip on a long-moaning sigh. Then he switched to her other breast.

  Manipulating and squeezing the ample mound, his fingers found the erect nipple and pinched the hard pebble between his thumb and forefinger.

  Anjelica’s hands fisted at her sides. “Ah mierda…”

  The right corner of his lips curled
. Oh yeah. The guests would love her.

  His fingertips continued their erotic investigation, playing over Anjelica’s flat belly, passing a black scrollwork tattoo. The tribal-inspired lines and curves branched out around her waist and descended down her belly, dipping beneath a satin thong. Curiosity had him tucking a finger inside the elastic band.

  “For the employees of Carnal Cravings, sex while on the clock will not be tolerated, no matter what the clientele is doing or wants you to do with or to them. After hours, however…” He peeled the silky material forward and caught a glimpse of wiry black hair. “…anything is game.”

  “I understand.” She drew the words into a plea and shifted her hips until onyx curls teased over his knuckle.

  “Hmm.” He straightened his index finger and edged a fingertip into her wet tresses, stroking the top edge of her clit. “Perhaps you’d be better suited for employment in one of our voyeur rooms.”

  “Mmm…sí.” Her head rolled back and her hips thrust forward, forcing more contact. “Interview me for that.”

  “As you wish.” He pulled his hand from her tempting pussy and motioned toward a lounge chair on the patio. It had a sixty-degree-leaning backrest and was his favorite spot for interviewing women. “Take off your panties and have a seat.”

  “On the patio?” Anjelica turned toward the window with its scenic oceanic backdrop, busy walkway and rows of bustling shops.

  From behind, Damien slipped his hands around her and cupped her breasts, kneading them as he spoke. “This is an interview for a voyeur room—more specifically, an interview for a position in voyeur room eleven. When you’re in there, you’ll have an endless parade of hands, mouths, and cocks ravaging you without mercy, so I need to see how well you respond to sexual stimuli knowing lots and lots of eyes are on you.”

  Without any further hesitation, she stepped from his grip and onto the patio, shimmying her thong down her hips as she went. The view of her round ass and working thigh muscles sent a tidal wave of blood rushing straight to his cock and forced him to adjust himself as he followed his interviewee onto the patio. His mind still wasn’t fully involved in the task, but he had a job to do.

  Anjelica climbed onto the chair and when her eyes locked with his, they were wide with expectation. For a long moment, he didn’t touch her, simply let his gaze roam the length of lean muscles in her long legs, but when she made a move to cross them, he stopped her.

  “Keep them spread.” He pressed her knees wide and got his first full view of her pussy. Moisture beads clung to the hair around her slit.

  Employees of voyeur room eleven required an especially uninhibited kind of exhibitionism, and this interview would show him—beyond a shadow of a doubt—if Anjelica had the panache his customers craved.

  Stroking his palms along her inner thighs, he inched closer and closer to her drenched opening but was careful not to make contact. He’d dangle her over the pool of ecstasy, holding fulfillment just out of her grasp. He’d torture her until she begged him for the reward of his touch, only giving her the final push when it suited him.

  A soft moan escaped her parted lips. He flicked a finger at her wet curls then pushed her labia apart, exposing her distended clit, but still keeping clear of the sensitive nub.

  Her hips slid forward, giving him a silent invitation, but it still wasn’t enough. “Say it, Anjelica,” he demanded. “Say you want me to touch you.”

  “I want you to touch me,” she echoed automatically.

  He shook his head. “Is that the best you can do?” He blew a stiff stream of hot air over her clit. Her legs jerked and she sucked in a big gulp of air. She was almost ready.

  “Finger me. Or fuck me.” She bit her lip. “Do whatever you want, just make me come.”

  “Better. But you’ll still have to work on it.” He swirled the pads of his fingers through the seeping fluid from her cunt, smiling when she moaned. She was certainly fun to observe.

  His fingers thoroughly coated in her juices, he drove his hand forward and forced two digits into her begging cunt. A scorching wet heat enveloped his assaulting thrusts and he teased her inner flesh.

  “Mierda,” she cried out. “Hijo de mil putas…”

  Her head rolled back and her legs fell even wider, allowing him unrestricted access. He rewarded her tantalizing response by forcing his fingers deeper, finding the sensitive nerves hidden inside her pussy.

  Anjelica’s continued cries of pleasure and pain lured bystanders from their shopping and seductions and invited them to stop and stare, to partake of her ecstasy.

  Damien had done many of these interviews over the years, manipulated many women, but this one just might be one of his favorites. She pumped her hips hard against his invading fingers, oblivious to anything but finding release. Any apprehension she might have had evaporated. She brought her hands to her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples in time with her thrusts.

  “That’s right.” He shoved his fingers even deeper into her opening. “Show me exactly why I should hire you.”

  She rammed her hips forward. Knowing her climax neared, he eased forward to gauge the nuance on her features, her expression. Ah, yes. She was perfect. With her eyes closed and brows creased in anticipation, she looked every part the lust-thirsty porn queen.

  He slid a third finger into her flooded channel, the slick digits gliding in and out in a fast, furious motion. His thumb moved forward and stroked her engorged clit. Her pussy muscles clenched around his assaulting fingers in a prequel to ecstasy he recognized all too well.

  He watched a few more heartbeats…

  “Now,” he whispered.

  Her hips bucked hard against his hand, and she muttered intangibly in Spanish. Her tits bounced up and down with each staccato movement, her nipple ring drawing his attention. With his free hand, he tugged on the metal ring, forcing the climax to arc higher and her body to thrash in the chair like a fish against dry land.

  The group of voyeurs cheered. Feeling just a tad bit smug, he leaned back and rotated his fingers inside her to give them the best show possible…although he couldn’t quite take all the credit for his ability to send women cresting so violently.

  No, this dark gift was new, and he’d trade his entire resort to be free of it.

  When Anjelica’s climax finally tapered off, he scrutinized her glassy eyes. In post-erotic splendor, she was certainly a sight to behold.

  “Just so we’re clear,” he said, his fingers still sliding in and out of her drenched cunt, prolonging her arousal because this interview was far from over. “Our clients come here for excitement they can’t find anywhere else, so I expect employees to push the sexual envelope.”

  “I understand.” She leaned forward, slipped her hand between the open edges of his shirt. Flirtatious fingertips played over the defined muscles of his chest. “Would you like me to show you some of my…special talents?” Her hand dropped and she cupped his balls.

  “I’d expect nothing less.” He unclipped the cell phone from his belt and pressed one of the side buttons. “Margaret, I need you on my office patio right away. And let Ramon know I’ll need him in about fifteen minutes.”

  A series of bleeps sounded through the device followed by, “Acknowledged.”

  He clipped the phone back to his belt and, pulling his fingers from Anjelica’s dripping heat, rubbed her juices over her still-distended clit. He’d never fucked any of the women he’d interviewed—he’d always left that up to his employees—but he was almost willing to make an exception for this one. She’d make a nice distraction from the impending visit from the only woman he violently hated.

  Fully aroused again, Anjelica’s pussy lips twitched, and the muscles in her legs quivered in anticipation.

  A few moments later, Margaret stepped past the terrace’s flowing drapes. “Yes, sir?” Her gaze snagged on the chair where Anjelica sat with her legs wide.

  “I need you to help me finish an interview.”

  Her candy-apple r
ed lips curled into a smile. “Oh, I was hoping you’d say that.” Eager hands manipulated the tie of her bikini top as she walked toward them. More cheers rose from their audience, and Margaret stopped to allow two bug-eyed young men leaning over the railing an opportunity to suckle on her nipples and rub her ass.

  One of the two boys was even bold enough to bypass the bikini bottoms altogether and stroke between her legs. She tossed her head back and laughed. In a practiced move, she tugged the tie of her pareo, the strings of her bikini, and the material slinked away.

  “Not bad,” she told the kid, cupping her hand over his. “But for future reference, fight the urge to dive right into the pussy. Take some time to play with the clit first. It drives women wild.”

  “You mean like this?” His hand slid forward, worked her in a slow, circular motion.

  “Just like that, sweetheart,” she moaned, reaching forward to stroke him through his swimming trunks. “Just like that.”

  “Margaret,” Damien snapped. “Interview.”

  “Oopsie.” She tossed an unapologetic smile over her shoulder then turned back to the kid. “Room three-seventeen. Forty-five minutes. And bring your friends. All of them if you want.” She extricated his hand from her pussy, brought his soaked fingers to her mouth and, with hungry licks, lapped at the honeyed fluid. Damien swore the kid’s hard-on doubled.

  After she turned away, the boys high-fived each other. Damien shook his head. He envied Margaret’s freedom. He truly did. Being able to choose a partner based on attraction—or in her case hormones—instead of obligation…must be nice.

  “You can’t help yourself, can you?” he asked, pressing and squeezing Anjelica’s clit in soft, continuous succession.

  Margaret slid between the woman’s legs. “No, I can’t. Then again, you know that.” She gave his hard cock a pinch. “Mmm. Maybe, when we finish up here, I can help you take care of that, boss?”

  “Don’t you always?”