Second Meeting

Hauling Olivia's limp body out of the back of her car Harper scrunched her nose at the foul scent of her hair, a mix of alcohol, sweaty bodies and a smell Harper couldn't identify but that didn't lessen its stench. Whatever Olivia had been up to tonight caused her to smell like the back seat of a car at prom night.

"I'm sorry Harper...I didn't mean to honest." she slurred

Ignoring her apology Harper continued up the steep driveway beyond irked at her sister and her bullshit apology. Because of her stupid actions tonight she not only had to agree to a contract -of which she had lacked to read- she had to face her father all in one night. She hadn't seen her father since her brother Liam's birthday nearly two years ago and that ended with Harper storming off as her father shouted she was a failure. It was safe to say her father didn't approve of her decision to walk away from the family business. The day Harper decided she no longer wanted to belong to that sort of world and all the dark details that came with it she told her father and he flipped. Shouting how it was in her blood, how she couldn't walk away from her destiny but she did. Gathering a bag of clothing Harper left her child home knowing she wouldn't miss that life and she had never missed it. She was happy living a normal life, pursuing her dream of photography but her father didn't see it the same way. Hunting had always been his life and as soon as she and Liam were old enough he started their training immediately, to say it was a shitty childhood would be an understatement.

Pausing at the front step she released a deep breath, knowing she had to face him regardless of the urge to ring the bell, dump Olivia and make a run for it. Shamefully she considered the thought for a long moment before realizing her father would figure it was her and have even more to dig into her the next time they met. Sighing heavily she rung the bell twice and waited.

"Are you going to tell dad?" Olivia asked as the dark hall flooded with light

"No and neither are you Olivia." Harper hissed "I'll deal with the problem myself, you just keep yourself away from those damn clubs."

Pouting her lips she gave a small nod just as the door opened revealing a scowling man clutching the front of his navy robe. His eyes narrowed on Harper before they widened in shock as he recognized his oldest daughter. Although he was only a few inches taller than Harper she felt the need to cower under his hard gaze, his entire stance demanding respect and illuminating his power. For a moment his stern, no-nonsense attitude vanished and it seemed like concern took its place but just as quick as the emotion flashed in his expression it was wiped away. Lips pressed firmly together he turned his attention to Olivia who was leaning on Harper's left for support nearly pulling her sister down in the process.

"She's drunk." Harper stated when her father stood in place, not bothering to assist her

Nodding he crossed his arms across his chest "I can see that."

Shifting to her other foot Harper awaited for him to say anything else, anything in response to finding his youngest daughter tipsy with his oldest daughter who he hasn't seen in over two years. Show some kind of emotion towards the scene he has come upon at three in the morning. Not Walter Grant. Harper wanted to laugh at his lack of emotion, her father was about as warm inside as an igloo. He's always been this way but in that moment it irked Harper to stand in front of him and watch him stare at Olivia as if she were a pet that leaked on his leg. Why Olivia remained living with their cold father Harper had no idea but she wasn't going to stick around to find out.

"It's late so I'm going to leave her to you."

Slipping Olivia's arm off her neck, Harper held her petite sister's frame up as her father collected her into his arms, that stern scowl never wavering as Olivia protested about Harper's distance. Having grew up with her father Harper knew the day after would suck for Olivia and not because of the killer hangover she'll suffer from but because of the lecture she'll most definitely receive early in the morning. Nothing like a headache and your father yelling at you for treading on the side of temptation.

"I'm so sorry Harper..."

Pressing a hand on her pasty cheek she offered her a soft smile and kissed the top of her messy hair "It's fine." she lied

Truth was it wasn't and under different circumstances Harper would have killed her sister for placing her in such a difficult position but she couldn't muster the emotion. Not when regret shone deep in her wide eyes, beckoning for her forgiveness and Harper was a sucker for that look.

Stepping back, Harper cleared her throat "I'll be going now."

Rather than nod like she thought her father shook his head "Why didn't you use her key?" he asked flatly

A sad smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Really?! That's what he asks after two years of not knowing what she's been up to or if she were oaky? She didn't want him to dot over her because the man was incapable of that and she was independent and fairing well in the financial area but still. As her father he should ask, ask how she is for fùck's sake!

"She lost her bag." Harper answered with a shrug

She didn't mention that it was left at the secluded room where both sisters sold theirselves but details really wouldn't matter right now.

Glancing down at a sleepy Olivia he nodded in understanding before meeting Harper's gaze "Drive safe."

With that he turned around and shut the door. Grinding her molars in frustration, Harper stomped back to her car infuriated by her father's lack of conversation that quickly evaporated as she gripped the steering wheel. It might not have been the perfect response but he did say drive safe which was an improvement from last time she drove away from him. She smiled recalling his exact words 'drive off a cliff'. The old man actually ran to the side of her car to tell her to drive off a fùcking cliff in which she responded by purposely running over his foot. Pulling out of the driveway she couldn't help but admit they were both stubborn idiots. They were both screwed up in the emotional department. With that small bit of honesty in the open she drove home in desperate need of a bed.

Upon arriving to her spacious condo Harper tossed her keys on the coffee table and slammed the door shut in her haste to return to bed. The condo was pitch dark with only a sliver of moonlight oozing through the slightly gaped curtain giving enough light for her to maneuver around the furniture and into her bedroom. Pulling her jacket off she tossed it behind her carelessly and slipped her shoes off relieved to know she was home where she could sleep and forget tonight's events. Refusing to think on that bastard of a demon she stripped down to her bra and panties, her mind swirled with questions and concern despite her effort to push the deal aside for tomorrow. When her brain wasn't fuzzy with lack of sleep. With that thoughts she dove into the queen sized bed, hugging a pillow to her side as a content sigh left her lips when the bedroom light switched on.

Squinting against the light that shined in her direct vision Harper sat up as a hand touched her shoulder. Stiffening by the unexpected touch she shot out of bed, nearly tumbling in her haste to put distance between her and whatever the hell that was that touched her. A deep chuckle sounded in the once quiet room, the sound thick and all man. Harper nearly gasped when she spotted the owner of the hand that touched her. Still dressed in the dark midnight suit from earlier was none other than the person-demon responsible for her predicament. With both arms behind his head, long legs sprawled out in front of him he smirked -a crooked, wicked smirk that showed he knew he was good looking and the effect it had on women.

"I'm pleased to admit I like the trade in the deal." he spoke, his voice heavy with desire. His dark eyes ran down the length of her body, caressing every inch of her curves with his heated gaze and lingering on her full hips "I've always liked a woman with something to hold on to."

"Leave." she growled, clutching the pillow against her lower half

The smirk widened at her useless movement and she knew why. The small decorative pillow barely kept the front of her cotton panties covered let alone her hips or her thighs, giving him a view of her body and her discomfort. Swinging his legs across the edge of the sizable bed he stalked towards her, gaze resembling one of a lion watching the gazelle through the bushes. Biding it's time before leaping out and attacking. For every step he took forward Harper took one back, never pulling her eyes from his dangerous figure and dropped the useless cover.

Danger rolled off of him in waves, the dark depth of those liquid coal like eyes spoke of the thoughts filling his thought as they held hers. Rather than cower from him she paused in her retreat and pointed her chin out, challenging him to touch her. Unlike the club Harper knew where to get a weapon, a knife beneath her pillow and a handgun in the nightstand drawer only a foot away. The weapons weren't necessary, the neighborhood she lived in was safe but Harper grew up with weapons and threats looming close by, it felt familiar for her to have a weapon by at all times. It wouldn't kill the bastard but it would give her time to make an exit but what good would that really do? He found her tonight he'd just do it again if she fled. Keeping the fact in the front of her mind she waited for a chance to retrieve either weapon, she couldn't run but she sure could cause him a hell of a lot of pain.

Reaching his long fingers out he touched the side of her face, the smirk fading as his eyes took in her calm, stone like expression. "You do realize our deal is effective immediately." he stated rather than ask

Slapping his larger hand away from her face she resisted the urge to wipe the area, disgusted by his touch. She didn't want to show him just how much it bothered her that he was there, in her home, her bedroom.

"I don't give a fück." she hissed "You have two seconds to puff out of here devil, before I slit you from nose to navel."

The corners of his mouth twitched "You are mine and must obey my command."

Infuriated by his bluntness she circled around him "I'm no one's property."

Deciding on the knife Harper grabbed the cool metal when his voice rang behind her -a single word command "Freeze."

His warm voice shot through her body like a jolt of electricity, rushing to her brain in the same split moment before her entire body frozen. Shocked by her body's reaction to his command she attempted to turn around and thrust the knife into him and demand where he got off commanding her like an animal but she couldn't twitch a single muscle. She was frozen in place, back to him, knife in hand and anger boiling down as she attempted to wrap her mind around what just happened.

A hand rested on her shoulder, it's weight like a fifty pound weight on her shoulder as an arm snaked around her waist. Harper tried to twitch her head to the left to no avail, only her eyes moved frantically around hoping to see what was happening around her. Resting his chin against the small area between her shoulder and neck, he released a long warm breath that tickled her neck.

"See that's not quite true, I actually do own you Harper Grant." he whispered sending a surge of heat to rush down her spine to her core.

Shocked by the sudden arousal she felt she forced her dry lips to part when those same bands from earlier tonight tightened around her body. Squeezing her limbs, stealing her breath from lungs, closing her airways as the invisible bands wrapped around her for the second time that night. Tears stung her vision as a scream bubbled in her throat, needing to come out as the burning intensified the more she tried to move her body. After a moment she realized she had no control or choice and reluctantly stilled the fight within her and with it the burning ceased.

"Speak."

"W-what did y-you....."

She loathed how her voice trembled but she couldn't muster enough energy to steel herself. It was a rare but Harper felt a sliver of fear sprout in her lower belly, she was scared. He ran his finger down the length of her arm, taking his time to reach her closed fist. Without any resistance from her part he was able to slip the knife from her hand.

"Were you planning on killing me?" he sneered. Tossing the weapon across the room he knew just as well as her that wouldn't have killed him, not even a tickle. "Move freely."

Her shoulders slumped as she was able to move them again, her body losing its stiffness for a brief moment. She was puzzled by the mysterious bands that have wrapped around her twice this far and caused an intense pain with it, as if it were in her. A part of her.

"I told you Harper, you're mine. By signing the contract you gave me control of your body." he whispered in her ear, pressing his body against her back as if to prove a point

Shaking her head and the fuzzy confusion with it she wiggled in his hold intending on putting distance between them. Weapon or not she wasn't going to allow him to touch her. He is a spawn of the devil! A disgusting demon! Hell would freeze over before she let him touch her in any manner.

Chuckling at her attempt to fight him he tightened his grip around her, steeling her back to his front. "Those curves feel just as good as they look."

To prove his point he gave her waist a squeeze that caused her lower half to press further against his pelvis. The firmness of his body molded to her semi nude one making Harper very aware of just how good looking and in shape the demon was. Then again this could be one of many looks he created to lure unsuspecting victims, there was only one true human form of a demon, the one they were born to be damned with for eternity. Whether this body was a shell or not it was difficult for Harper to ignore his good looks and the feel of it wasn't too shabby.

His fingers slid across her stomach leaving goosebumps behind his feathery touch "You have no idea what I have in store for you." he said as he reached the hem of her panties

Although she knew it was useless she shook herself, throwing her head back in hopes of knocking out a few teeth but found her skull connecting with a toned chest. Wincing at the throbbing in the back of her skull she realized he was at least a foot taller than her, between his height and the grip he had around her waist she wasn't going anywhere. It didn't matter, Harper refused to allow him to win.

"I promise you'll like it."

"Never." she growled and kick her leg back

Rather than connect with a body part like she hoped, Harper leaned further against his arms as her leg slipped from under her. Like a child she was pulled back up to stand on both feet, a low rumbling laughter shaking his body as she tried and failed to free herself. Her body trembled, blood pumping with rage and desperation, her brain rushed to find a way out of this as her eyes darted down to where he had his arm wrapped around her waist. It was while she studied his arm that she felt a pair of lips brush against the nape of her neck, then another at the side of her throat successfully stealing her breath in shock.

Her mind rushed to understand what was happening. She struggled to comprehend why her stomach fluttered by the contact when his tongue trailed a wet path down the column of her throat. He kissed the base, a open mouthed kiss that allowed his tongue to dart out and taste her skin. With skillful precision he placed wet kisses up along her throat, nibbling her jaw when she turned from his hungry mouth and then a wet kiss to the side of her mouth seeking her lips. She couldn't fight him when he gripped the side of her face and forced her to face him, eyes darkening as the first signs of lust filled those dark orbs.

"Open for me." he ordered before molding his lips to hers

To her shame her lips parted at his request, allowing his seeking tongue to slip into her mouth. He massaged her lips with his as his tongue slid along hers, a warm sensation fizzed in her mouth like rock candy. She wanted to bit him as he explored her mouth, expertly reaching every inch. His mouth was warm, tongue wet and agile as it sampled her and Harper loathed how her body melted with every flick of his tongue, craving more. With that thought she reared her head back and broke the kiss. Startled by her own thoughts and the hard hampering of her heart she thrashed in his arms, desperate to slip from his hold before this continued.

"This is rape!" she spat disgusted by the hum that vibrated low in her body, the first signs of arousal

Shaking his head in mock disappointment he kissed her shoulder "I can smell your arousal." As he spoke he ran a single finger across her womanhood successfully stiffening her. With a single dight he traced her entry through the panties causing a slick wetness to form between her legs. She wanted to tell herself it didn't feel good, that a small part of her didn't want him to remove her panties and give her the release she has been deprived of for a while. "But for your own peace of mind I'll prove it. Speak what you feel."

Without her consent her mouth parted and to her horror her thoughts spewed out "Feels..... good." she mewed softly

Lifting his dark head he flashed a knowing smirk "Be honest Harper do you want more?"

Catching her bottom lip with her teeth she bit back the yes bubbling on her tongue. The smug bastard must have known her answer and demanded she speak. The same dark bands from earlier wrapped around her throat as she fought the reply, the burn of their heat like coal against her skin, imprinting themselves on her. Heating more with every second that she held her response in.

"Hard headed, stupid girl." the stranger chuckled when a minute ticked by and Harper hadn't replied

Closing her eyes against the scorching flames engulfing her body, inside and out Harper felt his grip loosen from her waist. A flick of hope lit in her chest, there was an opportunity to escape now that there was distance between them.

"I will make you open that pretty mouth of yours." he whispered, voice low and deep with lust. His hand feel over the front of her cotton panties, fingers nudging the fabric aside as they sought her bare womanhood.

Panicked by his turn in attention Harper squeezed her thighs together but was no match when he placed one leg between hers, prying her quivering thighs apart. The sound of his deep intake of breath made her aware of his nose rubbing against her shoulder. She couldn't ignore the way her clît throbbed as his long fingers parted her wet folds and she couldn't help but melt against his toned body in a moment of abandoned pleasure.

"I'm going to make you scream." he growled darkly against her ear before pulling her earlobe between his teeth

A shiver trickled down her belly at his promise, her sensitive womanhood ached when he traced her entry. There was no hiding her arousal when he pushed three thick digits into her weeping entry, stretching her walls and making the burning of the bands engulfing her body increase as a response bubbled on her lip. Sucking the skin behind her ear he started pumping, pushing in until he was wrist deep and back out leaving only the tips of his fingers before plunging back in with the same forcefulness.

Knees knocking together, throat burning with a scream Harper dug her fingers into his forearm for support. Her legs were like two sticks of licorice wobbling beneath her weight as her örgasm came quickly approaching. Pressing his thumb against her swollen clît never ceasing the brutal rhythm of his fingers and Harper wanted to weep as the wave of her örgasm pushed further to the surface, within her reach.

Grazing his teeth across her throat, the demon increased the pace of his fingers determined to steal a response from her. Squeezing her eyes tightly Harper felt her body arch into his hand, begging for more. There was no denying that she wanted him right now, right here and that angered her because she didn't just want his fingers in her. Although the skillful touch was welcomed Harper thrived for more. She wanted him in her, hilt deep and racing towards his own release. The thought should have appalled her, shamed her but it didn't. Her mind was too hazy with lust for her to think straight or control her wonton actions, especially when she pressed her bottom to his pelvis in search for the body part she craved. When a hard, long rod met her bare flesh she nearly weeped in joy.

Capturing one heavy mound in one hand he pinched her budded tip causing a wave of pleasure and pain to shoot down to her lower region area. Overwhelmed by the pleasure, Harper didn't have time to register what had happened when a guttural moan bubbled from her lips. It was too much for her. The mix of pleasure, the enjoyable pinch of pain and his mouth, dear God that mouth hadn't stopped sucking or kissing her.

"Tell me Harper, do you want more?" he asked, his voice smooth and hoarse against the shell of her ear

That guttural tone was enough to push Harper's body, the sound alone had her growing slick and the way he rubbed her swollen and sensitive clît had her tumbling off the edge. The way his fingers touched her, the way his mouth kissed her, the smell of her lust, it was all too much for her to handle. Smacking into her hard and fast Harper was unprepared for the molten hot wave that sucked her under its warmth. Blanketing her already scorching body with spasms of pleasure.

"Yessss..." she cried in ecstasy

Her knees buckled beneath the intensity, her hips rocked against his long digits desperate to make the euphoria last longer. Throwing her head back in abandoned passion she whimpered allowing her örgasm to flow through her with ease. A strong arm snaked around her waist anchoring her limp body to a long lean one, the firm muscles pressing against her back felt incredible as her body melted to goop. Her blissful moment seemed to stretch on as the thumb on her clît continued to rub the sensitive bud, probing her throbbing püssy for more.

A grunt sounded by her ear reminding Harper that she wasn't alone and the fingers inside her weren't hers. She jerked in his arms as the flames of her örgasm died down and with them it brought her back to reality. The arm around her tightened when she attempted to slip away, pulling her further against the body behind her.

"Did I prove my point?" he gloated, chin resting on her shoulder

Harper felt disgust sink in the pit of her belly as the high of her release faded leaving her to digest what just happened. Shrugging him off her shoulder she thrust her fists against his arm, blood boiling. Her assault was in vain and she knew it but it didn't make her cease. Not even when he slipped his fingers out of her and released her. Harper whipped around, arm stretched and fist clenched, ready to do harm. When her fist connected with his strong jaw she almost yelped at the pain hat hot down her arm while he bastard didn't even flinch. Gritting her molars to keep from expressing her pain, she slammed her closed fist again and again to his jaw until his larger hand clasped her around her wrist.

Eyes still dark with lust, he pulled her forward causing her to slam against his chest. In that position she could smell him, the scent of smoke and a rich cologne tickled her nostrils. Inclining her head she banished the thought from her mind, why would it matter what he smelled like?

"You and your kind disgust me." she spat venomously

Merely nodding his eyes dropped to her lips than back to her eyes "I can assure you the feeling is mutual, huntress but that doesn't change that you are my pet."

"I am not your pet!" she seethed

"You signed your body off to me, that makes you my pet." he replied with one brow arched "You should have read the contract before eagerly signing yourself off."

"I'll remember that the next time a psycho sëx demon is strangling my sister." she shot back sarcastically

The corners of his lips curled in amusement "Perhaps you should have read the contract."

Brows drawing together Harper studied his amused expression warily. Lowering her hand she awaited his explanation, when silence followed she knew he wanted her to ask him the question directly. Fearful of the answer and regretting her haste earlier tonight she did as he wished. "How long am I...obliged to obey your commands?" she asked, careful of her wording

"For a few years." he causally responded

Years?! Moistening her parched lips, Harper felt her head swim with the fact that she had to endure a few years with a demon who had tried killing her sister in a horrible version of foreplay. Not to mention he was the very creature who she was raised and trained to slaughter on sight. If her father were here now he would demand she slit his throat, contract or not. Harper wanted to, to slit the bastard's throat especially when he wore that smug expression. With that thought in mind Harper pushed the dread she felt inside deep down, to a dark place where she would deal with it at time when she wasn't in the presences of a creature she loathed.

Shoulders steeled, eyes narrowed she asked in a calm tone "How much is a few years?"

Rolling his shoulders he released her wrist at last "Ten years or so."

Ten years.

For ten years she would be at the mercy of this bastard. Given no choice but to allow him to nourish himself with her body, take what he wanted and leave when he felt the need to. He spoke of the decade as if it were but a week, to him it was nothing to his immortal life but for Harper it was a generous chunk of her life. She was twenty four now, when she was thirty four she'd be free of him. She had no plans now but by thirty Harper wanted to have settled down, maybe even a kid -maybe. How was any of that suppose to happen when a demon came by every once in a while to wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am? Now man, supernatural or human would accept a monster fücking his girl and Harper sure the fück wasn't going to wait around like a sëx doll for him.

Did she have a choice though? Her signature was on the dotted line and that couldn't be changed, she was screwed.

"Regretting our rash actions are we?"

"I'd do it again to keep Olivia safe from you." she interjected honestly, meaning every word

Olivia was only nineteen, how would she have coped with being a sëx object for a decade. To have her twenties stolen from her. She was too young, too full of life, too good to be dragged into the messy life that was the supernatural world. No matter what she had to sacrifice Harper would have signed even with the new information she's learned. No amount of years could make her turn her back on her little sister. That didn't mean she wouldn't fight tooth and nail to get herself out of trouble either.

Placing her hands on her hips she set him with a pointed look, lips pursed, expression hard "You got what you wanted now it's time for you to leave."

He blinked a few times, shock registering on his smug face for the first time. Half expecting Harper to burst into tears, rush to cover herself or worse beg for a way out of the contract. What he didn't know was Harper was too stubborn to show him any kind of weakness, years of brutal hunter training taught her to suck it up whenever life threw you a curve ball. Crying didn't make your bones fix themselves, heal any wounds or change a deal so she didn't bother with the stupid emotion.

Recovering from his state of shock, he shook his head, a weak smirk making it on his lips "I thought woman like pillow talk."

"Not this one."

For a moment he studied her stance, the briefest flicker of something unfamiliar flashing over his features before he gave a curd nod "Although I crave more I'll leave you to digest the situation, we have plenty of time to enjoy each other." he pointed mockingly

Biting back a bitter response she opted for silence, suspecting he baited her purposely. Perhaps so he can 'demonstrate' his power over her body. After a moment of no response or movement he seemed to take the hint and turned, the muscles in his broad back flexing against the fabric of his suit jacket. Reverting her eyes Harper followed behind him.

"The contract, I want it." she spoke up before he puffed away

Glancing over his shoulder he arched a brow, surprised by her request. His large hand disappeared beneath his smooth jacket pulling out the rolled up contract. He held it out for her to take, it seemed so simple Harper hesitated at first before taking it. She stared at the rolled up paper, stunned he gave it up so easily when he explained his peculiar actions.

"If you have any thoughts of burning it as a way of getting out of your part, you'll be disappointed. You only have a copy."

Sly devil!

His lips pulled back allowing those pearly teeth to glint in the fluorescent light, his amusement at her disappointment clear. Raising his wet fingers to his mouth he sucked her nectar, eyes never leaving hers as he cleaned the digits clean and damn it made her feel warm and squirmy in certain areas.

"Next time I taste you huntress, it won't be off my fingers." he said and with that promise he dematerialized leaving no proof that he was ever there

Harper huffed out loud and dropped on her bed, troubled by the reality of her situation. He left to easily, it shouldn't have been so simple. So why did he leave without so much as a protest when he could have stayed and satisfied every nasty fantasy of his? Shaking the questions rattling in her head away she knew not to dwell too long on questions that had no answers.

Unrolling the contract she skimmed through the words when her gaze locked on the curvy name scribbled beside her ruby red signature, Kiev. The demon had a name, she thought bitterly. If she was going to do something about all of this she needed to know something about the bastard and a name would definitely come in handy. Pushing off the bed she tucked the contract between the mattress, determined to find a loophole in the deal. She might not know much about demon dealings but she did know someone who knew a few things about these sort of things and first thing tomorrow she was going to pay her a visit. First she needed to scrub off his touch from her body.

Shuddering in disgust recalling his hands and where they had touched her, ashamed and sickened that she couldn't stop him. Harper made her way towards the bathroom intending on scrubbing her skin raw, inside and out until she couldn't remember tonight. As she entered the bathroom she wondered if there was anything strong enough to erase her mind from the memories she would have to live with. Alcohol was strong but even that couldn't wipe her memory clear.