Page 112 of In Love with the Devil

I shake my head, fear erasing everything else in my thoughts and memories.He takes a strand of my hair and places it behind my ear. “Then from here on, I'll treat you like my goddess. I'm going to worship you to death, Astoria.”

“What do you want from me, Asher?”

“I just want you to remember where your home is... with me inside you. I want you to breathe only for me.”

As sickening as the words are, they heat my body and melt my pussy. Our connection, whatever it is, has never been clean, it's always been sick, repulsive, and toxic. Suddenly there's nothing else I want more than for this man to ravage me. "I promise I will."

A drop of liquid falls on my thigh. I look down and see milk leaking out of my nipples. I gasp. “What did you do to me?”I snap my eyes to him, finding him staring and smiling.

“Don’t worry, pretty bird, you’re not pregnant. I will not put you through that again… unless you beg me to. But I might have added some prolactin to the last IV." His smile is devious. Any other girl would be as shocked and offended, but I just want to drink from me.

"I need you to feed me.” His eyes shift from my breasts to my eyes and his tongue drags across his lips.His mouth takes my breast and with the sucking, hurries the milk out of me, making me squirm. It had been too long since I’d felt that delicious sensation. While his left palm flattens on my back, caressing it, warming it, the other slithers inside the sheets and his fingers meet the wetness of my pussy.

“Why are you so wet, pretty bird?”

“I like it when you drink from me, Asher.” My eyes flutter closed as his fingers slide into me gently, and his thumb flicks at my clit. “Can you please keep… fingering me… like that?”

“Yes, of course, pretty bird. Whatever you desire, I’ll do.”

My whimpers are now screams, and my pussy is ready to burst from the pleasure.“Asher. I need to fuck you..”

“Yes. Yes. Come here, baby.”

He sits against the headboard and I climb on top of him. I tremble on his cock and cup his cheeks to pull him to my other breast, then rake my fingers through his hair as he sucks the milk out of me. I slowly bounce on his hard dick, enjoying every inch of it. God, it feels so good. I could never get used to it. My scream echoes off the cathedral ceiling when I arch my neck at him fucking me from underneath while still sucking me. Our moans feed off each other. His hands don’t stop caressing my body.

“I love you.” The tears stream out with the painful, shameful words. Who knew love could be shameful? But mine is. You’re not supposed to love your abuser.

Asher stops fucking me to meet my gaze, lays quick kisses between my breasts, up my neck, and jaw, to my lips. “It’s okay.”

“No. No, it’s not. I missed you. Y-you took too long to come back to me." I break the kiss to say, "It feels so wrong, Asher."

“It’s who you are, pretty bird. You forgive. You search for the good in the darkest places. It’s what makes you so amazing.”

“Then why couldn’t I forgive my dad?”

“There are some things not even God can forgive, Tory. Hence why the devil is in hell.”

I smile. “No. He’s right here in my arms, inside my pussy.”

“I like the sound of that.” He smiles and kisses my lips, but I break the kiss soon after.

“I don’t want to call you Julian anymore.”

An intense, serious expression takes over his face, sending a shiver through me. “What do you mean?”

“Can this be a new, gentler era for us? If it can, then I want to call you Asher, not Julian.”

“I see. Will you still call me Julian when I’m being bad to you?” A menacing smile spreads on his lips.

“Absolutely. But I hope I don’t have to say that name too often or too much.”

“Understood, pretty bird. Understood.” Asher slams himself into me while sucking at my breast. Pain and pleasure crash into and inside me again and again. “Pretty bird, I need to come. Please.”

I get off him and turn flat on my belly. “Please, be gentle, Asher. Please.”

“Oh my, sweet girl, I will.”

I whimper as he slowly pushes his cock into me, making me wince, but he stops, waiting for my breathing to calm. It's the sweetest gesture from him. He's never waited like this before. Suddenly my ass pulls him in deeper and it’s like coming all overagain. He teases me, never pushing as deep as I need him to. “Fuck. Asher–” I pant and whimper. Again, my insides attempt to pull him deeper with no success. “Asher… Fuck… please… please.”

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