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  Valia’s Villain

  Jocelyn Dex

  Book 2 in the Sempire Seduction series.

  When Valia approaches the Ferox demon hoping for scorching sex and a feed, she doesn’t expect to be handcuffed, transported to the demon realm, accused of dirty deeds she has no memory of committing and held captive for three days. Even though she believes her captor to be crazy, she feels a connection to him she’s never experienced before.

  When Rydin senses the Sempire who locked him up, fed on him and used him as a sex slave many years ago, he knows his wait for revenge is finally over. Burning with the need to punish her, he imprisons her in the demon realm, where she is at his mercy. But as much as he tries to ignore it, a connection sparks between them every time they touch.

  A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

  Valia’s Villain

  Jocelyn Dex


  This one’s for my husby, my monkey, my alpha male.

  Writing this series wouldn’t have been possible without your support, encouragement and ability to deal with a wife who prioritizes writing over house cleaning. This time, when your coworkers ask if the hero’s personality is a reflection of yours, you can say yes. You are my Ferox demon.

  And, if zombies ever do attack, there’s no one else I’d rather have by my side.

  Thank you for helping me live my dream.

  I love you.


  Geraldine, you deserve an acknowledgement! I’ve been so absorbed in writing the last several months that I’ve been an absent friend. Always know that you are the best friend I’ve ever or will ever have. Thanks for all your support, for always reminding me how awesome I am and for buying my first book five times. You’ll always be my favorite Cynthia.

  Chapter One

  Rydin’s muscles tensed as he forced himself not to run at her, throw her down and fuck her amongst the writhing bodies on the dance floor. She was here, in the human realm, in this nightclub. He didn’t know how he knew, but he felt her presence in a primal way. He’d almost given up on ever finding her and getting revenge on the sultry bitch.

  He scanned the club, needing his eyes to confirm what his body felt. There. He squinted as her absurdly red hair blazed beneath the offensive pulsating lights. His gut twisted and he hardened in anticipation.

  His nails pierced his palms as his hands balled in to fists. She looked exactly as he remembered. The insane craving for revenge had kept her image burned into his brain.

  Thirty years had passed since she’d fucked him—literally and figuratively. Thirty years he’d longed to do to her what she’d done to him. Lock her up for three days, fuck her, lick her cunt, whatever he wanted, when he wanted, whether or not she wanted it. He’d make her want it. He’d been her sex slave for three days and he knew what made her hot. That wasn’t typically his style but this wasn’t a typical situation. She’d done it to him and finally…finally he had his chance for revenge.

  One problem, he had another mission tonight—to kill a demon. He didn’t know why, nor did he give a shit. He only knew that Debol, the deranged Incubus who held his contract, wanted the demon dead, and after killing it, Rydin would be one step closer to being free. Free of the demon realm, free to live the life he wanted.

  Being contractually obligated to a deranged Incubus for one hundred thirty years put Rydin in a generally shitty mood, but tonight it enraged him. He refused to miss this opportunity. Refused to wait any longer to get his revenge. The bitch was his. Tonight. But he had to kill the demon too.

  If he breached the contract, that fucker, Debol would add more time to his contract. With only twenty years left, no way, no matter how badly the need for revenge made his ass itch, would he let her be the cause of him being stuck for another fifty years.

  He watched her glide through the club, confident, at ease, while males, human and demon alike, stared after her with carnal gazes and he didn’t blame them. She presented a salacious picture in that green miniskirt, and matching halter top that barely covered her breasts. She was a vision even with that ridiculously red hair. He’d think it a dye job if he hadn’t been up close and personal with her. He’d have detected the scent of chemicals but there had been none. No, her hair had smelled of sweet citrus and pineapple that made him think of a tropical paradise.

  He mentally shook himself. This wasn’t the time to be waxing poetic.

  The anticipation, as she drew near, drove Rydin nuts. He hadn’t planned to make a scene in the club, but with her walking right toward him, it might just happen. He couldn’t wait to see the shocked expression on her face when she realized who she’d run into.

  Would she cry and beg for his mercy? Would she try to run or would she actually try to fight him? Ha. He’d like to see her try. He was a Ferox demon—just short of seven feet tall and built for fighting and killing.

  There was still the obstacle of completing his assignment and he still hadn’t caught sight of his mark. He couldn’t miss this kill, but he couldn’t let her slip through his fingers after waiting so long. The need for revenge burned like acid sloshing in his guts. He’d have to teleport her to his home in the demon realm, secure her then come back and make his kill.

  He had no doubt of his ability to overpower her, but because he had to come back here, he couldn’t afford to draw much attention to himself. Although, with his size, he drew attention anywhere he went in the human realm. Puny humans.

  Holy shit. She was so close now he could smell her pineapple fragrance.

  Valia needed semen and she needed it soon. Sempire demons required it, derived nourishment from it and would wither and die without it. Her sister Araya had been keeping her busy with planning her upcoming wedding to her human-Incubus fiancé and Valia hadn’t fed in three days.

  Valia burst out laughing as she made her way through the crowd looking for a suitable male to feast on. It never failed to crack her up that her sister, a Sempire, was getting married. Sempires just didn’t do that. Sempires reveled in taking nourishment and pleasure from varied partners, monogamy and relationships simply didn’t fit into their plans. In all of her years, she’d never heard of a Sempire getting married.

  What cracked her up even more was her sister’s fiancé being a goddamn Incubus. Sempires avoided and, if the opportunity presented, would kill an Incubus because of their semen being highly addictive to Sempires. Too dangerous. Once addicted, there was no cure and just thinking about it made her uneasy.

  Oh well, her sister had been a sappy, romantically inclined, half human. She’d literally been dying because she refused to feed from a male and complete her transition to full Sempire. Her mother had been desperate to save her and had abducted and locked Kean, the human-Incubus hybrid, in Araya’s room hoping his alluring Incubus scent would be too much temptation to resist. It had worked and not only had Araya fed from Kean, she’d fallen in love with him. Luckily for him, he loved her back and all was well.

  Valia was glad for her sister’s happiness, but that kind of life wasn’t for her. She had no sappy, romantic illusions of her own. She accepted her Sempire nature and fed it well and often. With so many delicious males to choose from, why saddle herself with one, or one thousand when there were millions available?

  She stopped short as the tingling in her chest grew to a rambunctious prickle. What was that sensation? It had started as soon as she’d stepped into the club tonight. It must be her craving for semen. At her age, she only needed to feed once every four or five days before she’d begin weakening, but she never waited that long, so her body wasn’t adjusted. That must be it.

  She scanned the crowd and she caught the gaze of a tall, well-muscled human. His face was a little prettier than she’d like, b
ut he’d do for tonight. She preferred her males big, strong, burly and a little rough.

  She was about to give him the look, the one that said “come and get it”, but that damn prickling sensation turned into a pulling sensation. Pulling her away from pretty boy. Was her Sempire DNA rejecting him, repelling her from him? It usually only repelled her from demons whose semen wasn’t compatible with Sempires, not humans.

  Whatevs. She was getting grumpy and didn’t feel like wasting time figuring it out. Once she fed, she’d feel better. She’d be back to normal.

  She moved through the crowd, but every male she considered notched up the prickling and she felt as if she was being pulled or pushed away from them. Dammit. She never had this problem. Normally she saw a male who pleased her, seduced him, fed and moved on. Simple. So, what was her problem tonight?

  The closer to the back of the club and farther away from the crowd she got, the better, more at ease, she felt. So, instead of fighting the sensations, she gave in, let go and let them pull her in whatever direction they wanted. And she was so glad she did when they led her to the marvelous beast in front of her.

  She could sense his species. A Ferox demon. She’d never had one but had always wanted one, she assumed because of their lore—huge, feral, yummy. This one did not disappoint. He stood a good foot taller than her five foot eight inches, muscles bulging in all the right places. Cruel but sensual lips, short, dark-brown hair and deep-amber eyes. He wore a black baseball cap, she assumed to hide the horns she knew Ferox had and she had visions of tonguing them before she rode him. And those arms… Holy hell, they were roped with muscles and bigger around than her waist.

  He felt right to her in a way she didn’t remember ever feeling before. The contentment inside her had grown with each step she’d taken in his direction, a warm excitement bubbling within her. His aura blazed with lust and anger. Scary but hot. Valia’s father had been a Sensus demon. Sensus demons could read and manipulate auras and Valia had a little of the reading ability but not much. She wondered why his aura was so clear to her, but didn’t waste time trying to figure it out. He had what she needed and just knew he’d deliver it in a way that didn’t disappoint.

  His gaze, raking her from head to toe, made her skin hum and she grew instantly wet. Yeah, he was definitely the one she wanted. Hell, she was tempted to bend over the table for him right now. She could barely wait to feel his hands on her, his cock inside her, to inhale his masculine scent as they fucked each other into climactic ecstasy.

  He jumped when she spoke. “Wow. You’re a big one, aren’t ya? I think you’re the one I’ve been looking for tonight. Wanna get out of here?”

  Chapter Two

  She didn’t recognize him. How the fuck did she not recognize him? Her guards had locked him up and put a collar around his neck, a collar that kept him from harming her, and she had worked some kind of Sempire magic on him so that he, even though his brain had rebelled, had not been able to refuse her every sexual demand. Sempires weren’t rumored to wield any kind of magic, so he had no idea how she’d done it, but she had.

  Rage blinded him. He’d waited all this time for revenge and he hadn’t forgotten a single detail about her. He even saw her face when he slept, but she stared right into his eyes and showed not a single bit of recognition.

  Fury overrode logical thought. He threw her over his shoulder and stormed out the emergency exit. She didn’t kick and scream as he’d expected so the heads that did turn their way, weren’t overly alarmed.

  Once outside the club and away from the noise, he heard her laughing. Laughing.

  “What’s so damn funny, female?” Rydin asked. He carried her to an unlit spot behind the club and set her on her feet.

  She flipped her blazing red hair from her temptress face. “Wow. A simple yes woulda been sufficient, but the whole caveman thing is totally workin’ for you.” She looked around, treated him to a stunning smile and closed the few inches between them, pressing her body to his. “Public displays your thing?”

  He could not believe she was flirting with him, tempting him. The sting of her lack of recognition fueled his anger and need for revenge.

  “No,” he gritted out. He grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of her head and teleported her to his home in the demon realm.

  “Whoa,” she said. “Aggressive. I like it, but don’t jack up my hair.” She reached up and locked her fingers behind his head, encouraging him to kiss her. To fucking kiss her. He remembered how that mouth had felt. How it had aroused him and brought him pleasure even though against his will.

  He released her hair and grasped her around the waist, lifting her to him. She didn’t hesitate to wrap her legs around his waist and cling to him. Her lips met his. He wanted to push her away, to reject her but he couldn’t resist. He hated her, but he remembered the feel of her, the taste of her and he needed to taste her again. Now.

  He ravaged her mouth, holding nothing back. He put the past thirty years of wanting revenge into that kiss. She should be afraid, pushing away from him, but instead she met his intensity, tongue thrusting, tasting, biting his lip, fisting his hair.

  He had to stop before she bewitched him again and fucked up his kill tonight. He’d have plenty of time to ravish her later and he would enjoy every second of it.

  He placed her on the bed, not breaking the kiss until he quietly removed the handcuffs from his nightstand—occupational equipment. He didn’t always kill. Sometimes he abducted.

  In one fast move, he raised one of her wrists above her head and cuffed it to the bed post. Now she’d understand this wasn’t a game. He was in control this time.

  “Ooh, handcuffs. Nice. Are we role-playing? I’d prefer fluffy, but the hard steel seems to fit your personality,” she teased.

  He growled at her utter lack of concern. “This isn’t a game, female.”

  “Whatever you say, male.” She scooted to a sitting position in the bed and drew a booted foot to her chest causing her tiny skirt to hike higher, giving him a clear view of her green, barely there sparkling panties. His cock strained painfully against the zipper of his jeans.

  She struggled to remove the boot with her only free hand. “A little help?” she asked.

  Yeah, he would help her. He had been stripped of his clothing and left naked in that cell for three days. So, yes, he would help her remove her clothing so she could lie here naked as he had. Like for like.

  He bent over the bed, averting his eyes from her sparkly cunt. He’d never get out of here if he didn’t rein in his lust. It pissed him off that she aroused him, tempted him so much. Yeah, he was going to fuck her senseless but this was about revenge and only revenge. He removed one boot and dropped it to the floor, then repeated the process with the other boot. He was about to remove her skirt but the images that flashed through his mind froze him. He didn’t trust his control in that moment.

  He took a step back and said, “You can manage the rest. If not, I’ll take care of it when I return.”

  Her red brows drew together. “Huh? Return?”

  Finally, something got her attention. He sneered and immediately ported back to the club without answering, leaving her there to worry. Oh and how he hoped she worried herself sick.

  * * * * *

  Valia sat in shock. He’d left her. Left her hungry, horny and handcuffed to his bed. Alone. The handcuffed part was hot, but the alone part was disconcerting.

  She’d always fantasized about having a Ferox demon, but they were few and far between in the human realm, and she damn sure didn’t make trips to the demon realm. She and her family resided in the veil between the human and demon realms and lived a lifestyle of opulence.

  No, the demon realm wasn’t any place she wanted to visit, even if it had meant finding a Ferox sooner. She didn’t know why but it was almost an obsession and even sitting here alone and confused, she wanted him. She knew she could simply break the cuffs and teleport, or flash as she liked to call it, out of here and find someone
else to feed her hunger tonight, but she wanted him.

  From the moment she’d walked in the club, she’d felt him, had been drawn to him. She hadn’t realized that was what had been leading her but once she found him, everything had felt right. Every fiber of her being had screamed “this is the one”. It made no sense, but some force had pulled her to him and when he’d touched her, her body had hummed its approval. Valia enjoyed the males she fed from, many of them had been excellent lovers, but she’d never experienced that sort of rightness from a single touch.

  She looked around the small bedroom noticing, for the first time, her crude surroundings. The concrete walls were bare except for a couple of stray, creepy-looking black vines winding through cracks. There was a beat-up dresser next to an open door with a sink inside that she assumed was a bathroom, and there were no windows. A raggedy chair set to the left side of the bed and the only light in the room came from a lamp with a crooked, shabby, light-blue lampshade sitting atop an equally crappy-looking nightstand next to the bed.

  Ah, a drawer. Maybe she could find out something about her absent Ferox demon. He was obviously poor. Dismally so, but that didn’t matter to her. All that mattered was his touch and his semen, but she’d get neither of those without his presence.

  With her wrist cuffed to the bed, she couldn’t quite reach the handle. Well, she’d just have to break his handcuffs. Although, looking around his room again, she figured he might not be able to afford a new pair. No problem, she’d flash home and grab a pair of fluffy cuffs. She had several and money was no issue for her. She rubbed the scratchy brown sheets beneath her and decided she’d also treat him to a set of her fifteen-hundred-thread-count sheets, or maybe silk.

  She forcefully jerked her arm in a downward motion, crying out in pain when the cuffs didn’t break. What the hell? Sempires were strong and the cuffs should have broken. Was she weakening from lack of feeding the last few days?

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