Page 20 of Hell of a Thing

A delicate sniff of the unstoppered bottle tottering on my red velvet-lined tray made me think I just might pull this off. The smokey scent was strong, but would it be enough? I would much rather take a reprimand for spoiling Kitten’s flavor with a bit too much time on the hot plate than have him discover I’d switched her for another. With a deep breath, I walked down the short hallway, pleased with the confident way my heels tapped against the stone, and approached the mahogany double doors leading to The Devil’s home away from Hell.

The doors opened with a painfully loud creak that must have drawn his attention, and sure enough, I found him lounging on the four-poster bed that dominated the room, gaze already on me. Carved from dark wood, the frame contrasted well against the tent canvas around us. A table of matching material sat against the opposite side, and I placed the tray holding the precious liquid there, hoping to buy some time before my King demanded his taste. One skull-shaped crystal glass glistened beside the elegant bottle, waiting to be filled.

Knowing my gaze couldn’t linger too long on the bottle or he would suspect something, I turned to face The Devil. He sat against the headboard, his chest bare, one muscular arm resting on a fur-covered knee. His other leg stretched out, the smooth black hoof reflecting the amber light from the candleslit around the room. He tilted his head, the imposing set of horns perfectly accentuating his sharp face. Those eyes. The way they studied me made my pulse quicken.

“Isra.” I loved the way his lips moved when he said my name.

“Yes, my King?”

“Crawl to me,” he ordered.

Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees. My leather skirt was intentionally short today, and it did its job raising to reveal my ass and dripping cunt. Hopefully, he’d take advantage of the easy access at some point. Knowing my place, I kept my eyes low, determined not to disappoint him. The weight of his gaze grew heavier as I neared the bed.

“Stand.”

With a shudder of excitement, I did so.

“Get on the bed.”

The mattress dipped as I climbed on.

Instead of speaking, he curled a finger in silent order. I crawled over him, coming to a stop when his finger did. He reached out and grabbed my hair, using it to guide my back against the mattress so he could cage me beneath his broad chest. He tightened his grip on my hair to the point strands popped free. He craned my neck, tilting his head to trail his seductive tongue over the sensitive skin there, leaving behind a trail of pain and pleasure. Closing my eyes, I savored the warm sensation and clenched my thighs together. His tongue feathered the pulse. His free hand parted my legs, his nails dimpling the flesh there.

Releasing my hair, he moved his hand to my throat, easily taking hold. A reminder that I belonged to him, and he had absolute control over me. As thrilling as it was terrifying, there was electricity between us tonight. Something that felt alive around us. My senses were in overdrive as I anticipated his next move.

His tongue traced my cleavage, only stopping when he paused to pull my corset down, freeing one breast. Maybe tonight he’d undress me all the way. It wasn’t often he viewed me completely naked, but when he did, I savored every second his eyes roamed my flesh. His sharp teeth bit into my cleavage, solicitinga moan. Only after tasting the blood did he move down to my spread legs. His hot tongue traced my core before pushing inside for a taste. Then he pulled out enough to curl around my clit.

When I squirmed, his fingers tightened around my throat. Just enough to prove his absolute control over me. I gripped the sheets, struggling to hold still as he began to work me. A fire grew between my legs, and he fanned those flames with his mouth.

The Devil devoured me in all the right ways, his teeth catching the skin occasionally when I squirmed too much. All too soon, my muscles clenched, and I cried out, holding the sheets tighter. I wanted to grab his horns in a desperate attempt to keep him between my thighs longer, but I knew better. Thankfully, he sucked on my clit, prolonging the intense waves of pleasure for a few tantalizing moments. In one swift movement, he repositioned, holding me in place as he pressed the tip of his cock against my pussy. He entered quickly, filling me with every inch and stretching me.

This moment wasn’t for me, though, and he made that clear as he thrust at an impossible pace. Giving me no time to catch my breath as he worked towards his climax. Pleasure glinted in his glowing red eyes. It thrilled me, knowing I could provide this for him. All of this, everything I did, was for him.

“My King.” I moaned. It took everything I had not to reach for him. I wanted to dig my nails into his back as he slammed into me. His body tensed. The sound of slickness between us increased as his hot seed filled me. Just knowing I made him cum brought another orgasm, and I rode the wave gratefully. Until, all at once, The Devil released my throat and rolled off me to sit against the pillows once more.

I lay there, working to catch my breath as he got comfortable.

“Bring me the essence, Isra.” A simple order. One that my body protested as I pushed off the bed to walk to the table on shaky legs. I could only hope he thought my trembling was solely due to my body reeling from our encounter. With a deep breath, I picked up the tray and carried it to the bed. His seed dripped down my leg. Setting the tray on the mattress, I opened the bottle and poured the drink into the glass. He took it, holding it up with scrutiny.He swirled it, watching closely as it shimmered in the candlelight. Every second of examination chased the pleasure away, replacing it with fear and anticipation.

He inhaled the aroma, taking a sip and moving it around his mouth before swallowing. He held my gaze as he took another.

“Isra.”

Dropping to my knees beside the bed, I said, “Yes, my King?”

When he extended his arm with an open palm, I crawled forward to rest my cheek against it.

“I just have one question for you.” He smiled, and I relaxed into his palm, awaiting his praise.

“What is it, my King?” I pressed myself against him like a feline in heat, already craving more of him.

“Did you really think you could fool me?”

“Hmm?” Opening my groggy eyes, I made to lift my head, but his fingers curled around one of my horns, holding me in place.

“You heard me.”

Swallowing, I tried to plaster a look of innocence on my face. “I don’t know what you mean. This is the girl you tasted, my King. The kitten.” I hated how my tone rose at the end, as did my heart rate. Something sparkled in his eye. I wanted to believe it was approval or humor, and maybe it was, but not for the reasons I hoped.

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