Caressed by Sin – Love, Death, and Magic Read Online Kenya Wright

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
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He took his hand away from between the woman's leg.

She whimpered, grabbed for him, and shrieked as he blocked her with his other hand.

I remained frozen in place, unsure of what I should do next. Marijuana smoke drifted by my nose, but I refused to wave it away. I needed to appear human.

Would a human woman be shocked by his actions or in some sort of magical haze?

“Ladies, could you excuse me for a minute,” Azar said in a deep voice, reminding me of a blues song’s seductive notes. “I’d like to talk to my new friend.”

His eyes transformed from crimson red back to pools of chocolate.

All the women’s eyes changed to their regular colors.

Two blondes had blue eyes.

The redhead had emerald, green. She blinked a few times, leaned her head to the side, and looked back and forth between me and Azar.

“Who are. . .” Confusion spread across her face, shading her cheeks to rosy red. Her hand went to her throat, clutching a silver necklace.

“Uh. . .excuse me.” She backed away from us, with her mouth open wide.

The blondes silently stumbled away, glancing from side to side in shock. They grabbed each other’s hands and avoided looking in my direction. Perhaps they were friends and had come to the club together.

A drunk guy approached them and they waved him away.

I smiled. “You didn’t have to stop your party. I would’ve joined.”

“Is that right?”

I glanced at the curve of Azar’s pecs and the thick rows of golden muscle on his waist.

My fangs ached inside my gums, wanting to pierce his skin and taste him.

“Maybe next time I’ll keep the party going.” Azar gazed intently at me, curling his lips at the edges. His power thickened in the air, vibrating against my skin like a gentle massage. He was nothing like the lower level incubi I’d captured previously.

Fear crept up my spine.

He placed his hands in his pockets and remained leaning on the wall. “But at least you have all of my attention.”

“Yes. And you have all of mine.” I glided my hands up from my hips to the curve of my breasts, giving myself an unintentional shiver.

In a blur, he appeared behind me, pressing his hardness into the curve of my ass. “I hope this wig wasn’t for me.”

My heart pounded in my ears.

Damn you, Adae. You never said Azar was this fast.

I blinked twice and glanced at him over my shoulder.

“You reek of heated honey. I knew you were a fairy when you first walked into the club. I’ve been drinking in your scent all night, hoping you would come my way.”

My heart skipped several beats.

A dark laugh escaped those luscious lips. “Why wear the wig?”

“It’s for the humans.” I tried to calm the fast pace of my heart.

I cleared my throat. “My pointy ears usually freak humans out. I’ve found that a wig hides them better than my natural hair but—”

“Fuck these humans.” He pulled the wig off my head. My silver dreadlocks fell down my head and spilled past my shoulders.

Azar leaned in closer and laid his hands on my waist, sending warmth through my dress’s fabric. “Much better.”

The club went silent.

Wait. What’s going on?

I looked around and saw the glossy film of a massive glowing bubble surrounding us. Somehow, Azar had created the bubble and put us in it.

My nerves flared on edge.

I’d never had a demon do this before. Usually, we battled, they ran, and then I caught them.

I opened my mouth, unsure of what to say next as the woody fragrance of juniper mixed with pine surrounded me.

Take control, Fatou.

“Let me look at you.” I attempted to turn around, but he prevented my movement as he massaged my waist. The simple contact stirred a hunger within me.

“Not yet, sweet fairy.” His fingers drifted up the outline of my body. He guided me further to the smooth silver wall in front of me.

What is he doing?

I pressed my palms against the wall’s cool surface to stop myself from being pushed against it.

Demon magic swirled around me. It sparked my flesh with a fierce electric surge. I could almost taste it in my mouth, bitter like the rum, but more soothing.

I sighed. “I want to see you.”

“You can look at me soon.” His fingers combed through my dreadlocks. “A fairy from the African continent. What are you doing in America, little one?”

“I just wanted to see this country.”

“Your kind never comes this far.” Humor laced his words. “The plum wine is not as good.”

“The rum is a decent substitute.”

“What hair color were you born with?”

“Silver.” I tried to turn around.

He stopped me and inhaled my scent. “Patience.”

“Why? You didn’t have the other women be patient.”

“They’re not you.”

More nervousness hit me.

“Is your skin really this silky or are you using a spell?”

“I don’t know spells.”

He tossed my dreadlocks over my right shoulder, exposing my pointed ear. His breath brushed against the skin on my neck. I trembled beneath his hands and hoped he didn’t notice.



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