Page 114 of In Love with the Devil

"You're gonna be a good girl and let me put a baby in you. Right now. Right. Fucking. Now!" he growls while I whimper, feeling helpless.

"Julian. I can't–"

"Yes, you can. You're going to take it. Take all my come and become our baby's mother." He pushes it in deep and holds it there.

"A-h! Fuck!" I arch my neck.

"Just like that... You like it. I know you do. Come for me. Let me feel that greedy cunt beg me for my sperm." He fucks me while sucking on my breasts.

I gasp. "Oh my God–what are you doing? Julian, please. Don't–" I'm losing my courage, panicking as my climax builds.

"That's it, baby. Always such a good girl, my good slut. Come for me. I need to feel you come." My eyes flutter closed at the feel of his mouth sucking on me. "Please." When he begs, I lose it.

"Say it again."

"Come for me, Tory. I'm starving for you. Please."

"Oh my G-god." I moan as my body tightens. "S-say it… Again."

"I fucking love you. Come for me, pretty bird. Please. Please."

"Holy fuck!" We both repeat, and come at the same time.

"I love you," I cry.

"God dammit, I fucking love you," he cusses as he fucks me a few times more while I try to not faint. Julian forehead collapses on my chest, pushing his cock as deep into me as possible while I scratch his skin raw, sobbing.

The rage fires out of me. "What the fuck was that?" I yell at him after he's rolled off me and we've caught our breaths.

He opens the drawer from his night stand, and holds something small between his fore and middle fingers, then turns back to me. I grab for it but he pulls it away. "Pretty bird."

My gaze meets his. "It's your choice. This pill will prevent the pregnancy. I only have one request."

"What?"

"Can you please wait until the end of the night to take it? Just… give it some thought."

I sigh, close my eyes, and when I open them again, I nod at him. He hands me over the pill enclosed in a plastic pouch, and smiles before kissing my forehead. "Thank you. And happy birthday. Now, you made us late so get up and get ready fast 'cause I obviously have a big surprise for you.”

“You’re so weird, Asher. You care way too much about dates and anniversaries.”

“You're going to love this so much you’re going to worship the ground I walk on.” He kisses my fisted hand, the one holding the pill and then turns away to get off the bed.

“I already worship the ground you walk on, you idiot.”

“Not like this.”

I giggle. “Okay, fine. But you better let me sleep in tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let’s go. Hurry up." I follow him to the shower.

It’s August, the hottest month of the year in Monaco, so after showering, I take out the long, royal green silk jumpsuit Asher bought me last month with the matching spiky, green two-inch high heels. After many arguments, we settled on no more than three inches for my shoes. I'm hurrying because Asher finished showering and dressing a long time ago. I throw the pill he gave me in my tiny purse.What the hell was all that about anyway?

When I arrive down stairs, Asher is standing by the archway to the patio, enjoying the ocean view.My three babies run from him to me, meowing, and gathering around me the minute they see me.

"Don't believe those liars. I already fed them," he yells so that I can hear.

I chuckle at their love-hate relationship. Asher is always talking about controlling their diet but the giant fish he feeds them every week is the reason they're so fat. I rake my nails through their fur. "I'll be back soon, babies."

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