Kiss of a Demon King
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Present day
The Tongue and Groove Strip Club, Southern Louisiana
A lap dance for the sexy demon?"
With a firm shake of his head, Rydstrom Woede turned down the half-clad female.
"With a lap like yours, I'll make myself at home," another told him. "For free." She cupped one of her breasts upward and dipped her tongue to her nipple.
That got him to raise an eyebrow, but still he said, "Not interested."
This was one of the low points of his life, surrounded by strippers in a neon-lit Lore club. He was on edge in this ridiculous place, feeling like the worst hypocrite. If his ne'er-do-well brother found out where he'd been, he would never hear the end of it.
But Rydstrom's contact had insisted on meeting here.
When a pretty nymph sidled up behind him to massage his shoulders, he picked up her hands and faced her. "I said no."
The females here left him cold, which confounded him -- since he needed a woman beneath him so badly. His eyes must have darkened, because the nymph quickly backed away. About to lose my temper with a nymph? Getting angered at ... read full excerpt from: Kiss of a Demon King ebook
