Morgan Kingsley #01 - The Devil Inside by Jenna Black

Author:Jenna Black [Black, Jenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Fiction, General, Fantasy Fiction, Supernatural, Occult Fiction, Demonology, Vampires, Demoniac Possession, Women Private Investigators, Unknown, Philadelphia (Pa.), Exorcism, Kingsley; Morgan (Fictitious Character)
ISBN: 9780553590449
Publisher: Dell
Published: 2007-11-26T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

At first, I didn’t hear anything. I sat with my back against the door, every muscle in my body tense, my ears straining for a sound they didn’t want to hear. When the silence stretched for a few minutes, I forced a couple of deep breaths into my lungs and tried to relax.Maybe Adam was just giving me a hard time. Maybe he and Dominic weren’t doing anything in the room next door. Or maybe the room next door was soundproofed. I remembered those neatly coiled whips and hoped to God it was.

Strangely enough, though the room was scary as hell, I hadn’t noticed any signs of chains or restraints of any sort, like I’d assumed you’d find in an S&M dungeon. Maybe it was just for show?

That faint hope faded when I heard what could only be the crack of a whip. I gasped and hugged myself, retreating as far as I could to the other side of the room, where a platform bed rested against the wall. I climbed onto the bed and squeezed myself into the corner, covering my ears with my hands.

And still I heard it. One lash after another, going on for what felt like forever.

Then it got worse. Dominic started to cry out after each lash. His voice sliced through me. I wanted to crash through the wall and tackle Adam, make him stop hurting him. How could he do that to someone he’d kissed so tenderly not so long ago? How could Dominic let him? How could Dominic like it?

I was crying, and I hadn’t even noticed the first tear falling. I wished I hadn’t been so fucking noble about trying to protect Brian. If I’d just let him win our argument, I could be cuddled in his warm, safe arms even now. My heart ached, and I hated myself more than a little.

Words can’t describe how relieved I was when the whip finally fell silent. I hoped Dominic was all right.

Soon I heard evidence that he was just fine.

In some ways, pain sounds and pleasure sounds are almost alike. But there was no way I could misinterpret the sounds Dominic was making now as pain.

The walls might as well have been made of paper. Either that, or Dominic was just that loud. Adam hardly made a sound, though every once in a while I heard a grunt of pleasure that sounded too deep for Dominic’s voice. Their bed was against the wall between our rooms, the headboard thumping rhythmically as the bedsprings squeaked.

My fear and revulsion leaked away. My hands slid away from my ears, and instead of just hearing, I listened. And in my mind’s eye, I built an image of the two of them, both naked, both beautiful. Adam, pale and powerfully built, Dominic with his olive skin and his almost lanky frame. Dominic bent over that black, black bed, with Adam riding him.

I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes, but that didn’t make the image go away, didn’t stop the arousal that dampened my panties against all logic.

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