Page 44 of Letters to Satan

“Only yours,” I agree, lifting off him until just the tip kisses my hole, then sinking back down with a wet suction as we both moan.

“Damien,” he gasps as he grabs my hips so hard they’ll bruise, thrusting up into me as I clutch his shoulder so tight my nails dig into his flesh. I’ve never seen him lose control like this, tendons in his neck drawn and sweat beading on his forehead. His mouth sags open as he fucks me, digging and clawing at my skin with such force that I can only hang on.

My cries are so loud that I’m sure they can be heard down the hall, but neither of us care as he pounds into me harder. I gasp, scrambling to grab his shoulders as he stands and drops my back onto his desk. His body canopies over mine as his palm lands on my throat, cutting off my air supply and making my brain go fuzzy.

“That’s my good boy,” he grunts, every word punctuated with the thrust of his hips that sends papers and pens flying into a flurry. “God, look at the way you take my cock.” His fingers tighten aroundmy neck as he uses it for leverage, skin slapping as he drives me straight to the edge.

“Nik,” I rasp against his grip, “Nik, I’m gonna…” My head throws back as my spine makes a perfect arch off the desktop, and my shout is strangled as the tension all explodes out of me all at once.

“Fuck!” he shouts, cutting off my air completely as he fucks me rough, and it only heightens the orgasm that’s blasting through my system. Cum shoots from between the wires of my cage, pouring in a river down the metal bars. He curses once more then bottoms out, filling me up with a long, low moan.

He releases my neck, and I suck in a loud breath, still whimpering as my sensitive cock twitches inside the restraint of the cage. When his whole body slumps and he pulls out of me, cum drips down my skin, rushing out of my worn hole in a filthy stream. We stay like this, face-to-face, as he reaches up and pushes my curls back off my sweaty forehead.

“You’re staying?” The vulnerability in his eyes splays me wide open.

Oh, my heart.

“If you’ll let me.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve made it clear by now that I’ll let you do just about anything.” I smile as he leans in for a sweet kiss. “There is…onething we need to come to an understanding about.”

Sudden nerves bite at my stomach at the serious tone in his voice. “Oh… okay.”

“I am burning that ugly fucking jacket.” Relief swarms through me and I bark out a laugh, and soon he joins me, resting his forehead against mine. Still grinning like fiends, he swoops me off the desk and carries me to his bathroom, where he fawns over cleaning me for the next half hour.

And as we climb into bed together, spooned up and holding on for dear life, I let myself believe that maybe, just maybe, the devil might find his happy ending after all.

Chapter 15

Niklaus

“Are you sure everything is loaded?” Damien, every inch the pint-sized dictator has a group of elves beside the sleigh nodding like synchronized puppets. “You’re positive? Nothing has been missed?”

“No, Luci…” My brow arches as the elf speaking sneaks a gaze towards me before clearing his throat. “No, Master Damien, we didn’t miss anything. We have protocols in place that we’ve been following for centuries.”

Oh, there’s definitely a touch of haughtiness behind that one, I justwonder if…

Damien’s eye twitches at the same rate as his tail.

Yep. He noticed.

“Do not sass me, littleSHIH TZU!” Damien’s eyes narrow into tiny slits as he takes a threatening step towards the workers, who scatter, and I can’t help my chuckle as I walk over.

“Are you causing trouble?” I murmur, swooping in to kiss him behind his ear, and he shivers as he turns around with an incredibly innocent smile.

Terribly suspicious.

“Me? Little old moi? What is this… trouble that you speak of?” He pronounces it ‘trub-lay’ like he doesn’t understand what it means.

There’s not a soul on this planet that would believe the devil isn’t a handful.

But he’s my handful.

My sleigh, gleaming under the moonlight, is ready for departure, the final check completed by the group Damien so effectively scattered, leaving only the hushed anticipation of the night.

The reindeer are majestic in their crimson harnesses, the quiet jingling creating a merry tune as they shift restlessly between their hooves. An occasional, impatient bleat will ripple through the herd from time to time, the others mirroring it with their soft, downy noses shaking impatiently as they wait for their cue.

Through the cargo bay windows, the snowy landscape unfolds, fat snowflakes softly falling, asilent, shimmering spectacle against the backdrop of a star-studded sky.

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