Strum: virgin captive of the billionaire demon rock star monster (The Squirm Files) by Cari Silverwood

Author:Cari Silverwood [Silverwood, Cari]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-06-19T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

The hallways for books were endless. Doorway illustrations gave hints as to what would be inside. Heaving bosoms, ballroom dresses, and kilts were on the historical romance door. Once through that doorway, there was yet another corridor and more doors leading to more subgenres like highlanders and regency. The science fiction doorway showed lasers and aliens. They went down corridor after corridor, opening doors, alert for anything odd, trying to appear like normal curious shoppers in the crowd toddling through the Zon.

After yet another fruitless search, Zagan held up his hand. “This is getting us nowhere. I’ve seen nothing that suggests a book that can alter reality has been through here.”

He drew out his cell phone and texted three times. Then he lowered the phone.

*Nothing?* Dangerous Bob cocked his head.

“No. They’re not answering. I figure we have three choices. Blunder about trying to find them, or we can stay here, still with no clue, or I can enhance my power and see what I can detect.” He turned and studied Virginia, swung his gold guitar off his back and propped it against the wall.

Oh-oh. She took a step away and hit a door. Cornered. What an unexpected development. Not.

“Good choice,” Zagan murmured. “Contemporary urban fantasy.” Then he was on her, taking her wrists in his grasp and pinning them above her head with one hand.

Fuck. She didn’t like this, did she? Being grabbed by a vibrant, shirtless, male demon who she knew wanted to have his dirty, smutty way with her?

Even if her panties were damper than a swamp full of alligators in monsoon season, she was still outraged. As a woman with a valid virgin card, she would protest vigorously.

The yawn in the back of her mind warned her. Protest? You mean like this? Oh no! Save me, save me!

The tasering effect hadn’t lasted long enough. Her conscience cross sneering-inner-onlooker had returned.

Sneering? That hurt me, sweetums. P.S Monsoons are in India. Alligators are not.

Ignoring it seemed the best choice when her priority needed to be getting loose and running.

“Where do I bite you first?” Zagan smiled as he looked her over. “Neck?” He moved closer until his body mass pinned her too.

A little wriggle of her pelvis assured her that she was fastened there well and truly. It also told her his cock was well and truly hard. Thoughts of escaping went bye byes. She whimpered.

“Can’t get away? Hmm? Poor girl.”

He bit the side of her neck. His teeth sank in, hurting her, but in a nice way that sent throbs through her muscle. So deliciously primal. Her gasp seemed to amuse him.

She was going to lose her virgin card.

“You mustn’t do this!”

“Mustn’t I?”

Dangerous Bob had developed an acute interest in a door that went to war stories. Crush was watching them avidly, as if this was better than any TV channel he’d ever seen.

She showed her teeth to both him and Zagan.

“The kitty cat snarls?” Zagan kicked the door open and hustled her through backward. The door clicked shut and they were alone.

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