Page 66 of Burn for the Devil

For now, I was unrestricted. I was free to just be myself and indulge with someone who expected nothing of me other than my heart. I had no lofty standards to live up to, no contrived words to utter, no future expectations of fulfilling a predestined, illusory role.

Ramone sat back and nudged my legs open with his knee before settling between them. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it away, gazing down at my now naked body, licking his lips. He fisted his cock, sliding his hand up and down, drinking me in with his bright eyes. The air seemed to shimmer between us as he leaned down and slid up between my legs. My upper thighs were sticky with moisture, my body craving his. The moment I felt subconscious over the evidence of my arousal was the same moment his head darted down. He dragged his tongue along my flesh, groaning, and then bit me. When I yelped, he laughed darkly, before crushing his lips to my own.

Reaching for him, I curled my arms over his shoulders. He switched his focus to my neck, feathering his lips along the skin below my ear leaving my skin tingling under his warm breath. The same sensation I’d felt in the car wound its way through me, an impression of being caressed from the inside out, the softest touch of satin smoothing its way around every pleasurable nerve.

A soft fragrance filled my consciousness, spicy and sweet. The bliss was like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was almost better than an orgasm, however it was that Ramone joined us in this way. If Ramone wasn’t the devil, he was some type of sex god. A short chuckle escaped my lips, earning me a growl.

He gripped the nape of my neck, a dazed look in his eyes. “What?”

I whispered, “If you’re not the devil, you’re a sex god.”

“Only for you. Now be a good girl and take my cock.”

Ramone nipped my lip and then pressed his teeth in until I tasted blood. He plunged his tongue into my mouth as he filled me and then began rolling his hips. Waves of pleasure consumed me, and I raised my hips to meet his thrusts.

He backed away after a little bit, eliciting groans from me as I reached for him, but he snagged my wrists with his hand and used his other to pull my legs up. “Keep your arms up,” he ordered me, after setting them above my head on the pillow.

Ramone leaned down and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth before biting and my arm jerked, earning me a warning. My back arched off the bed as he thrust into me, hard and fast. It was all I could do to keep my arms above my head while I writhed beneath him. I wanted to tangle my fingers in his hair, claw at his back. The desire to touch him, feel his flesh was unbearable.

So, I chose to no longer bear it, dragging my limbs from the pillow and sinking my claws right into him. Ramone stilled and grabbed my chin. “Not very obedient, are we?” His tone was serious, but his eyes sparkled with amusement.

“I need to touch you,” I pleaded.

He narrowed his eyes and dragged his length out, sliding his hands down my body slowly, and leaving the tip right at my entrance. “My little witch, you’ll do what I tell you. Put your hands back.”

Slowly, not taking my eyes off him, I did what I was told. It felt like torture, not being able to revel in the feel of him, being restricted from smoothing my hands over his sleek shoulders and back. The necessity to do so was similar to the need for oxygen. I would choke without either.

Whimpering, I attempted to angle myself to force his dick back into my pussy. He stalled my movements with a firm clasp of my hips, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough tobruise. “How does it feel being denied the one thing you really want?” he hissed in my ear. “You feel like you’ll die without touching me, don’t you?”

Goosebumps flared across my flesh as his words chilled me and sent a fresh cascade of desire coursing through my blood. That was precisely what it felt like. Imagining being without him was unthinkable. I was fucked and I knew it. It didn’t matter what he’d done to me before, the connection between the two of us was unquestionable. Even though he was manipulating me during sex, it did nothing to douse the flames.

If anything, it was like throwing lighter fluid on a bonfire.

My lover spoke again. “That’s how I feel, thinking about being without you.” He slammed into me, taking my breath away, holding onto my hips. He kept up the pace, plunging into me, over and over, trapping me exactly where he wanted me.

“Ramone,” I said. He knew what I wanted and reached up for my arms, kissing my fingers before setting me free. I clung to him, finally feeling like I could breathe. He began to lose his rhythm and I reached for his hand, bringing it to my clit.

He opened his eyes and bent down to trail kisses up my neck before settling on my mouth as he stroked my most sensitive area, expertly bringing me to climax as he found his own. We shattered in synchronicity, ending up a tangled sweaty mess on my bed. I drifted asleep in his arms as he whispered to me.

When I woke up in the morning, the bed was empty. I laid in bed for a moment instead of getting up right away as I normally would. While I was mildly disappointed Ramone had left, I was also slightly relieved as it gave me time to think. What if what Ramone promised me was true and he’d never let mego? What if he was thedevil? How does that even work? He seemed more like an unusually handsome human with magical capabilities than an irrevocably evil being who would damn sinners to hell.

Shaking my head at the unbelievable thought, I threw my covers off and got up. A paper sat on my nightstand, and I picked it up. Ramone had left me a note in flowing script, wishing me a good morning and telling me he’d see me later. It was the same penmanship I’d seen before, with the dress box. He had beautiful handwriting as if he’d learned cursive in the sixteen hundreds.

Bringing my phone with me, I settled on my living room couch with a cup of coffee and answered text messages and emails. There was an event I was to attend tonight with my parents, a benefit dinner. The plates were thousands of dollars each. Seeing as our social circles had recently begun to cross, I texted Ramone asking him if he would be there. His answer was instant, “Yes, sweetheart.”

The effect he was having on me, from one simple text containing two words, was almost embarrassing. I was sitting all alone in my house grinning as if I were thirteen years old again. Then I laughed to myself because who the hell cares? I was falling in love—if I wasn’t already there—with the prince of darkness.

When I got dressed for work, I didn’t bother to even begin to attempt to cover up the bite mark and bruise on my collarbone. I wouldn’t tonight, either, unless my outfit happened to cover it on its own. A dress hadn’t been decided on yet.

“Is that a bite mark?” Toni stared at my chest when I walked behind the counter after arriving at my shop.

I hung up my coat and turned back toward her, absentmindedly running my fingers along my skin. “It is.”

Her eyes widened. “From who? I’m going to assume it was consensual?”

“It was,” I answered, heading toward my work bench.

Toni was hot on my tail. “Okay, consensual with who?”

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