Page 3 of Sinful Obsession

“Everyone will see it?”

“Yes, love.” He trails his fingers down my arm before pulling it to wrap around the back of his neck. A deviant grin spreads across his lips as he rocks himself against my core, my entire body tingling with anticipation. “Those that need to know you are claimed will see that you are loved, that you aremine.” The last word comes out in a growl as I shiver again.

His face turns up into this nightmarish, predatory smile as he surges forward, filling me with his cock in one thrust. My body lights up with pleasure as it vibrates inside of me, one of many quirks Asmodeus has shown me over the past weeks. He smashes his lips to mine as I come again, his cock thrumming inside of me, my pussy clenching around it. Tears glaze over my eyes as the vibration picks up speed, my demon grinning against my lips.

“Take your pleasure, love. Fall apart for me.Give in to me.”

I’m pretty sure I sold my soul to him at some point as he pulls out, flips me over, and then plunges right back into my sex. My scream is muffled by the pillows as he grips my waist, his fingers digging into the extra skin there and pulls my ass up in the air.He’s relentless and rough, fucking into me like he owns my body. But he does. He’s told me time and time again that he does. My fingers curl into the bedding as his cock alternates between vibrating and having a mind of its own, something akin to a tongue licking up and down my channel.

It's a pleasurable torture that has me writhing beneath my demon as every thrust inside of me ramps me up to my third orgasm of the night. Just as I try to bury my face into the pillow, Asmodeus slips a hand into my hair and yanks my head back, my scream erupting into the darkness of the bedroom. Embarrassment heats my cheeks knowing that my parents are just down the hall but Asmodeus doesn’t care.

He thrusts one last time before I feel his release filling me up and spilling between my thighs, Pain explodes through my shoulder as his lips encircle my skin before it’s replaced by a sense of euphoria. I fall limply against the mattress as the sensations overwhelm me, a long unbidden groan tumbling from my lips. That dark chuckle is there again as Asmodeus rolls me onto my back, cradling my cheeks as he rouses me from whatever haze he put me under.

“Come back to me, love. There you go.” He nuzzles his nose against mine as I drag in a breath, suddenly aware of my surroundings and the strange bite on my neck. It’s not bleeding, nor is it sore but the skin feels… different. The physical presence of our bond fixes something in me as I sag against him, his heartbeat bringing me down from my high completely.

Asmodeus wraps his arms around me, tucking me tighter into his chest. We stay there for several moments, the darkness the only thing I find comfortable. His fingers start to wander, moving up my arm and then down my back, moving in little circles.

“Don’t worry about them, love. I can see you worrying. They are small-minded, bound by rules and ideas they were giveninstead of those they chose for themselves. They fear what they don’t understand.” He pauses, his fingers lingering on the curve of my spine. “But you… you are different. You’ve always been different.”

I look up at him, a soft smile spreading across my lips. “I am?”

“Yes,” he murmurs, his hand drifting over the place he marked me, a faint impression just below my collarbone. “You’re brave, Vienna. Curious. You’re willing to see beyond the world they’ve built, beyond the walls they try to keep you inside of. That’s what makes you special.” His fingers press gently against the mark, and a strange comfort settles over me.

I press my thighs together, whining as the sensation strengthens, Asmodeus laughing at my response. His touch is hypnotic, each stroke lulling me deeper into the safe world he’s created. He’s overwhelming and not enough at the same time as I reach forward to trace my own circles across his chest, studying the muscles that shiver beneath my touch.

“I love you,” he whispers, his words gentle, his hand threading through my hair. “I’ve loved you since before the first time I saw you.”

My breath catches because that’s impossible. How could he love me before he saw me? It’s as if fate pushed us together despite the universe trying to pull us apart. One wrong move and we could upset the balance of the world and yet, I can’t find it in myself to care. In Asmodeus’ arms, everything works. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I’ve ever needed, wrapped up in a mystery I don’t care to solve.

3 – Asmodeus

Her sweet face stares back at me as she sleeps, soft puffs of air fanning my chest as I study her. My gaze lingers on her delicate features, the gentle curve of her cheek, the flutter of her lashes, and the faint worry lines in her forehead as she tries to battle her own thoughts even in her sleep. This beautiful creature has no idea how much she means to me or how much I’ve already claimed her in ways she can’t imagine. My mark will show those that seek to take her away from me but it may be too little too late.

The delicate balance of Earth may start to unravel due to my claim but a world without Vienna isn’t one worth living in.

For now, though, this is all I can give her. One day, I’ll show her the truth of this world, of heaven and hell, and all the layers in between. There is so much more than darkness and light, right and wrong, good and evil. The teachings running through her ears from her parents are nothing more than lies built topaint hell as the evil that must be destroyed. If only Vienna could truly understand the world she’s stepped into by loving me.

One day,I tell myself.

Today, though, I shall show her something else. Something that the people around her would never want her to know. My beautiful woman is always so desperate to make those around her believe and see the truth. That is far from the problem. It isn’t that they don’t believe or that they refuse to see Vienna’s side. It’s that they pretend to care and don’t, wearing those false smiles and lying through their teeth to hurt my woman.

They think they are saving her, saving her frommebut all they are doing is pushing her away. In the end, the only person she will trust is the one person who may destroy the very world she lives in. I used to think the idea of friends and family would be something I would enjoy but seeing Vienna’s, I want nothing to do with them.

I refocus on my woman, a heavy sigh falling from her plump lips as she curls tighter into my hold. My hand has a mind of its own as it traces little patterns along her arm and then up to her neck over the bond I’ve created. She stirs slightly, moving even closer, a smile playing on my lips. Even in sleep, she seeks me out, needing me,cravingme. Vienna is so easy to love, so easy to be soft with, so easy to forget that I have a legacy to run the fiery pits of hell.

“You’re mine,” I whisper into her ear, reminding us both what a precious gift I have in my arms. Part of me wonders if I should have been rougher with her. After all, I’m not made to be gentle. I am a demon and the son of Satan but with Vienna, she brings out my need to protect and nurture, to truly see the force she will grow into.

Vienna stirs again, her eyes fluttering open, sleepy and unfocused before they brighten finding my gaze on her. A soft smile touches her lips as she angles her head up and I gladlygive her the kiss she’s looking for. “You’ve never stayed long, Asmodeus. I like waking up to you,” she murmurs against my lips.

She isn’t wrong. I don’t usually stay after she falls asleep but this feels important, a part of our growing forbidden connection.

“I like holding you in my arms, love. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity,” I respond, caressing the side of her face and drawing her into another kiss. She tastes sweet and innocent, even though I know she’s not but I could taste her lips all day if I didn’t have responsibilities to attend to. “You shouldn’t trust so easily,” I say, instantly regretting those words. Still, I’m waiting for the day when she finds that I’m not what she thinks I am.

Waiting for the day when she truly sees the darkness for what I am and decides that it’s not worth the risk.

Vienna glares up at me before pushing herself into a sitting position. She folds her arms across her chest, her breasts hanging off her arms. I try to focus on her face, her nose scrunched up in anger but it’s hard to when everything about her is so beautiful, soinviting.“You are the only one who hasn’t made me feel insignificant. Sure, you might be a demon and hell, you might be a figment of my imagination but you make me feel safe and loved and cared for. Not one person has ever made me seen and for that? Yes, I trust you. I don’t trust easily, Asmodeus. Not anymore.”

I sit up as well, drawing her into my lap to soothe her worries. “I’m sorry, love. I shouldn’t have assumed.” She’s still a bit tense despite my apology. There’s more to tell her but the pain that flickered through her expression as she told me that I am the only one who has made her feel seen hurts. I gently pinch her chin, focusing on the flush in her cheeks and shifty eyes as I kiss her again, letting my hand roam down to her chest and squeeze one of her breasts.

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