Master No (Masters and Mercenaries, #9)(131)

With the help of Gray’s brother, a full empath demon, Kelsey tracks her one-time lover down. Before she knows it, she’s pulled into Gray’s undercover operation in a demon sex club and sitting across from a Duke of Hell. Abbas Hiberna plans to use her city to test his new drug, Brimstone. It doesn’t just give supernatural creatures a high. It also leaves them vulnerable to demonic persuasion.



When the king’s own men begin to turn against him, even the royal family is in danger. Keeping them safe will put Kelsey in the duke’s crosshairs and test her fledgling relationship with Marcus. With her new life crumbling around her, a dark secret about her former lover is revealed and Kelsey will have to choose between saving Gray Sloane and the revenge she’s waited a lifetime for.





I turned and there he was. He was sitting on a couch, his big body lounging negligently. He was wearing tight black jeans and a dark shirt he’d left open as though he’d walked out of the bedroom without bothering to button his shirt. It left his perfectly cut chest on full, mouth-watering display. The tattoo that covered the left half of his torso looked sexy as hell in the low glow of the room, and I wondered if it still vibrated on his body after I left. His face was a tribute to masculine perfection. Marcus was the perfect European male, all fine lines and aesthetic grace. Gray was an all-American hunk of masculinity. He screamed dominant male and for good reason. He was and made no apologies for it. He was the kinkiest man I’d ever met. He preferred to tie up his sexual partners and when I was that partner, I’d been happy to do it.

I was thinking about doing it right now.

His deep blue eyes glanced lazily around the room. He had a female at his feet, her head resting on his lap. He didn’t seem terribly interested in her. He was talking to another man, whose face I couldn’t see. He was smaller than Gray with almost white hair. Gray stopped midsentence when his eyes caught sight of me.

“You do seem able to catch my little brother’s attention, don’t you?” Matt said, satisfaction oozing from his pores.

Gray sat up, and I noticed that his hair was longer than it had been when we were engaged. He used to wear it in a strict, military-style cut. It was a little shaggy now, reaching to the tops of his ears. It was thick and wavy. I’d always wanted to run my fingers through it. I flushed under his gaze, unsure if it was just the outfit I was wearing or complete and abject shame that I had a man who cared about me and I couldn’t help but think about someone else.

He was the ultimate bad boy. Grayson Sloane was a half demon who lied to me, used me, and had potentially tried to trick me into going to Hell with him. And I was shaking at the thought of his hands on me. I was also resolute. No matter how much I was attracted to the man, I was going to resist because I knew the score.

Marcus was good, and Gray was bad.

Gray was also observant. He stood up abruptly, his face going cold. He stalked across the room just as another big man moved to intercept me. He was shorter than Gray, though he still towered over me. He didn’t have great control over his form. His eyes gave him away. They flashed between red and brown.

“New girl, huh?” the demon said. His shirt was off and he had a girl on a leash trailing behind him. She didn’t look terribly upset to be on a leash. I wondered how much she was getting paid. I hoped it was a lot.

“This one is for my brother.” Matt attempted to dismiss him with an imperious wave of his hand.

“Oh, it’s you,” the man said, bowing at the waist. “I didn’t recognize you, My Lord. His Lordship has enough pretty brunettes, don’t you think? This one looks practically angelic. That’s really not his style.”

“I’ll decide what my style is, Kall,” Gray snarled at the smaller demon. “Go away and don’t look at her again or we’ll have a problem. Do you understand?”

Kall bowed from his waist again, his head down as he murmured, “Yes, My Lord.”

Kall slunk away, pulling his girl behind him. Gray turned to Matt, his face tight. “Explain yourself, brother. How dare you bring her here.”

Matt looked perfectly innocent. “I thought you would be thrilled, brother. This is the woman who caused you such distress, is it not? Here she is. I didn’t even have to threaten her. The moment she heard you were in trouble, she was scrambling to get here to you. There’s no doubt she still cares for you. You know I can’t stand to see lovers kept apart. I know the feeling too well myself.”

“I’m not in trouble.” Gray finally turned my way, his eyes starting past my knees and working their way up. I felt his gaze like a caress along my flesh.

The woman who had previously had her head in Gray’s lap crawled across the room and attached herself to his leg.

“Don’t leave, master,” she begged prettily.

Gray looked down like he’d already forgotten she existed and wasn’t pleased to be reminded. “Go. Now.”

He pointed to the elevators and she crawled off, her head hung low.

It was a disgusting display, and I wondered if that wouldn’t have been me had I stayed with him. “Well, if you’re not in trouble, then I’ll feel free to get on with my life, Sloane. Matt, where are my clothes?”

The demon with the upper-crust British accent waved his hand. “Probably in the incinerator by now.”