Hunger (Damnation Book 1)

Chapter 6 - Sacrifice

Little one? Who the hell does he think he's dealing with? "I'm not little," I say indignantly.

"Of course not. You are very much to my liking. Name?" he repeats. The air is charged and somehow this isn't all coming from me. I feel lost in some kind of dream world, making me sway slightly on my feet.

How does he not know my name? "Angel," I tell him.

His smile doesn't dim as he says, "Your real name."

What the hell does that matter? The guys here don't care if the girls have a name or not. We are just bodies. It doesn't even matter what we look like really as long as the guy enjoys his time with us. "Rosaline," I say, anyway. The room is hazy to me at this point.

He cocks his head and examines me. "You're new to this, aren't you?" he asks, taking in my outfit and stance and my unsteadiness on my feet.

"How could you tell?" I ask back. How the hell could he have known that?

His hand comes up and touches my face. He traces my features slowly, everything from lips, jaw line, ears, eyebrows, he doesn't stop. His touch is so soft and deliberate, a shiver races up my spine and my head moves, following his fingers. I don't want his touch to stop. It's intoxicating. "You can't be older than seventeen," he whispers, his fingers coming to rest at the bottom on my chin.

Suddenly, I wish I were older than my sixteen years. This guy is strange. The feeling is almost like one of my dad's guys, but he isn't a demon. I can always tell when I am around a demon. They give off this feeling of evil and there is usually a dark light, kind of like smoke, that wafts off them. This guy doesn't have that feeling.

"Who are you?" I ask as he pushes me by my hips to the couch in the room.

"That's not important, Rosaline," he says kissing my neck. "I would advise you to stop speaking unless spoken to."

He leans in and I almost get lost in his kisses, but I pull back a bit, the haze lifting just a bit. "Then, why did you need to know my name so badly?"

Pulling my top off, he chuckles softly. "Why are you asking so many questions? That's not why we are here. Shh," he whispers, trailing his fingers across my lips. His words are so poignant that they feel heavy against my skin and my lips slam shut, not of my accord.

It's hard to keep my train of thought going. A fog is trying to settle in my mind, and it would be so easy to just give in and enjoy the ride, but I know something isn't right with this guy. He isn't an ordinary human. I fight against the power keeping my mouth shut though my mind is yelling at me to stop. "What are you? You aren't a demon. I would feel that," I say as he plays with the edge of my bottoms. My mouth feels heavy and speech feels unnatural.

His touch pauses for a moment, but he resumes his steady, slow assault to make me forget. "Shh, my Angel. What I am is no matter. Just relax."

I try to let it go; I really do. I'm basically a call girl. I'm just supposed to smile and do whatever the johns ask. Why is this time so different? This just doesn't feel right to me. As I fight his words more, my body is screaming at me to ignore the spell this guy is pulling over on me and to get the eff out of there.

"Can't you tell me? I will do whatever you want, I promise. I just need to know. Please," I beg as he gently pushes me to my knees.

He pulls away and I see frustration has taken over his beautiful face, but he hides it quickly. "Why can you just not let it go? What are you" he asks me, still speaking softly, even though I know he probably wants to throttle me.

I shrug. I just need to know what he is, but there is no way I'm giving out Daddy's secret. Humans don't bother me, but if he's a demon of some kind I really want to know. So would Daddy. Tonight is the big party and if this guy is supposed to be there, we are both going to get in trouble.