Molly Di Maldo lives in a world shrouded in darkness, shadows and incessant, throbbing need. As the Guardian of the Agrippa, an ancient demon bent on possession and destruction, her purpose is simple: ensure the book is never opened. It should be an easy task for anyone pure of heart and able to withstand the constant temptation permeating the halls of the ancient Di Maldo castle.
But Molly's not pure. Her soul cries out for pleasure, answers every deliberate attempt the Agrippa makes to draw her toward the ultimate seduction. Lately, no amount of erotic books, toys or movies are able to quench the perpetual longing surging through her body.
That is, until Jared Roberts leaps over a windowsill and into her castle. What's Molly to do when confronted with a real, flesh and blood man who can satisfy her every burning desire?
But the Agrippa is always watching, keenly aware of its Guardian's needs. When it sends an incubus to sweeten the deal, will Molly be able to resist the masculine temptation surrounding her from all sides?
Excerpt
Molly Di Maldo was going insane.
Worse yet, there wasn't a thing she could do about it.
She writhed on the ancient stone, the uneven rock that spanned the length of the chamber digging into her back with every convulsive shudder of her overheated body. Her hand moved of its own accord, her fingers feverishly rubbing her throbbing pussy through the thick material of her paint-stained overalls.
Lust had seized her in its demonic grip as it had done so often these past two weeks: suddenly, thoroughly, mercilessly. She'd been so good at controlling her base urges for the past ten years. She'd even begun to believe that self-appointing herself as Guardian of the Agrippa had been a wise move.
Now she knew better. The Agrippa was in control. It burrowed its way into her mind quietly, unconditionally; a wild beast that could devour and destroy.
Molly's gut tightened. The animalistic feeling gnawed at her, clenching her muscles, drenching her skin with sweat. Her nipples beaded, tiny points that rubbed against her shirt as she arched her back. A scream broke free from her throat. She needed to come, craved the relief like she craved air flowing through her lungs.
Only orgasm could stop the constant pressure clenching her muscles, driving her thoughts, urging her on.
That, or opening the book.
But unlocking the Agrippa's magical and natural bonds had dire consequences. Its evil powers would consume everything in its path, including Molly herself. She couldn't let that happen.
She wouldn't let that happen.
From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of her painting, now lying on the floor. The blue glow of the television screen illuminated the chiseled chest of a faceless man. Red paint had splashed over the edges of the white canvas, but hadn't stained his tanned flesh.
Molly's gaze flickered from the half-finished painting to the TV, where two men eagerly vied for a taste of a woman's dripping wet cunt. The actress moaned and spread her legs wider, while the men's tongues flicked over her bare skin. She shuddered at the touch and Molly trembled with her, a groan torn from her dry lips.
She didn't remember turning the DVD player on. Had she touched the power button in her eagerness for release, or was this just another one of the Agrippa's cruel games? Her cunt throbbed as her fingers worked at her clit. The sensitive nub pounded, ached beneath her merciless rubbing motion. She couldn't focus, couldn't think straight. It may have taken her seconds to move from the painting to the floor, minutes, or even hours. Entire chunks of her memory were missing and when she prodded, a sinister laugh met her efforts, making her shrink back from the cruel, demonic cackle.
Molly sunk her teeth into her lower lip. The stinging pain dragged her dark thoughts back to the television screen. This was her favorite movie, one she must have watched at least a dozen times over the past two weeks. The orgy scenes were her favorite. Women fondling men, men fucking men, women pleasuring each other. Unlike most of the other movies she owned, in this one the actors looked like they were enjoying themselves.
Molly squirmed out of her overalls and kicked them away. She laid her palm flat on her swollen labia, shuddering as her blood sang with anticipation. The much needed release was moments away, so close she could feel it in every sensitive nerve ending. The Agrippa whispered in her mind, words of unbelievable passion, of never-ending bliss. She tried to shut out the temptation by focusing on the images swimming across her field of vision. Porn and erotic literature were the only outlets she'd found; the only distractions stronger than the demon book's pull.
For now.
Molly tried not to think of what would happen when even those lustful pleasures were no longer enough.
She watched as one man's tongue snaked out and disappeared between the actress's plump nether lips, closing his eyes as his mouth clamped against her hairless mound. The other man, a tall wrestler-type with chiseled muscles and tattoos decorating his arms and chest, had moved up to the woman's chest. A rose-brown nipple disappeared between his lips and he sucked eagerly, almost desperately, at the full breast, as though devouring a ripe fruit.
Molly licked her lips, parted her labia with one hand as she slipped two fingers inside her sopping cunt. It wasn't enough.
She needed more. Something thicker, fuller. Her favorite vibrator would do the job. The purple monster filled her to capacity, but the toy chest lay a flight of stairs down and she couldn't stop her rush to orgasm for even a moment. To do so could well mean the end of her free will, of her ability to resist the Agrippa's temptation. When lust hit, she often had to make do with what she had. Here in her studio, paintbrushes were the only option, and they were much too thin for what she craved.
The men on-screen switched position, the massive one eagerly sweeping his long tongue along the actress's slit. Molly closed her eyes and clenched her jaw. Images danced across the inside of her eyelids, but this time she was the woman reveling in the pleasure being lavished on her. She could feel the mouth that worked at the wet flesh between her thighs, the hungry tongue eager to give her pleasure, to make her come.
A shudder ran through her. The Agrippa's voice grew louder, urging her on, feeding her lust. She plunged another finger alongside the first two, driving them into her tight channel in a fevered rush of rapid thrusts. She pinched a nipple hard enough to drive a shaft of pain into her flesh. The ache zipped down her skin, lighting a fire through her body. When it reached her clit, it exploded into a mass of sensation, flooding her body from her toes to the tips of her ears with overwhelming release.
Molly screamed as her pussy twitched and her belly tightened with the onslaught of orgasm. At last she fell back, spent. The Agrippa's voice dimmed and disappeared. She could sense its disappointment; its need to control her thwarted only momentarily.
It would return.
The demon had boundless patience, while Molly's own self-control had already begun to crack. Soon, it would shatter completely. The Agrippa would get everything it wanted, everything it so desperately craved.
Clenching her fists at her sides, she listened to the moans, groans and slurping sounds coming from the television set. The noise of passion soothed her overwrought nerves, calmed her delirious thoughts.
She didn't know how long she lay there. Minutes, hours, it didn't matter. She'd survived one more vicious attack by the Agrippa, but she knew she couldn't keep the overwhelming lust at bay much longer. The onslaught of arousal came more frequently now, with an intensity she hadn't experienced in the past. Was the Agrippa capable of doing this to her repeatedly, again and again and again? If so, she knew she couldn't resist. She'd give in, just like her great-great-great-grandmother. She'd bring shame to her family all over again.
People still whispered the Di Maldo name with a sneer. Though once revered, now the surname only brought to mind thoughts of the popular Di Maldo chain of brothels that had been strung along European cities for a hundred years. Forty years ago, the brothels had been turned into bed-and-breakfasts when Molly's grandmother decided she wasn't going to continue running the family business, but even now they still attracted horny young couples and honeymooners.
Sex, sex, sex. That's what Molly's family was known for.
That's what it would always be known for, if she didn't keep a closer handle on her own simmering passion.
Deadly Sins: Lust
Genre: Paranormal / Action-Adventure / Angels & Demons