Page 72 of Married to the Devil

STELLA

Ben’s eyeswiden at Stoneheart’s question. The gargoyle’s expression is enough to make me want to run and hide or, rather, surrender.

He’s enjoying himself, and his delight is terrifying.

I bite my lip and my lower body aches with need.Please, please, please,I silently and selfishly chant. If Stoneheart was focused on tormenting me instead of Ben, he’d make me beg aloud.

As it is, I get to enjoy the spectacle of him bringing Ben to his proverbial knees.

Oh, and assuming Stoneheart is really as kind as he’s acting, I get fucked in the end. So, win-win.

Ben makes a gruff sound of frustration while a talon slips under the strap of my panties and snaps it. The back of Stoneheart’s finger coasts over the edge of my pussy as it’s exposed to the air of the conservatory, and if he weren’t watching my reaction from the corner of his eye, I’d whimper.

Ben hasn’t answered yet, his head falling forward and his gaze on the sight of his cock in Stoneheart’s grip. The ruddy head oozes precum, and I tighten in anticipation. Ben’s silencedoesn’t stop the gargoyle from dragging the demon’s cock through my weeping folds. I gasp at the tease, and Ben curses.

Stoneheart spreads the mix of Ben and my wetness with a rough stroke before placing Ben’s cock against my opening. I do whimper now and catch Stoneheart’s satisfied smile as my body parts easily with the press of the flared head of Ben.

“She’s so very wet and ready for you. It would be a shame to waste it,” Stoneheart croons into his ear. “Well, Ben?”

I bite my lip to keep from reacting, but it doesn’t keep in the sounds of need from building in my throat. It would be so easy to pull him toward me by the grip I have on his lapels or to dissolve into begging, but I stay frozen for Ben to decide.

“Yes, damn you, but yes. Of course I want her.” He gazes at me, the words reverberating with need and honesty.

“Then take her,” Stoneheart growls.

There’s something so exposing watching Stoneheart in this moment. He’s so watchful even as he’s pushing Ben to do what he wants. Like if he controls every aspect of the interaction, he can…protect Ben.

With the distance of this perspective, I realize that he did the same with me even during that first night. We were just too much in the thick of it when we came together for me to see it.

Like this, I forget he’s a territory leader and when he schemed against me. He’s less the Stoneheart I’ve battled with and more the Remy I wanted to marry even while being a stranger.

Ben cradles my cheek, bringing me back to the heat of him throbbing against me. All he’d have to do is tilt forward, and he’d be inside me. “May I?”

I nod, impatient for him to be inside me, but Ben takes a breath and moves slowly. He rocks forward and sinks in part way. I clench around him, needing more, but he freezes and shudders. “Gods, you feel too good.”

I try to keep still even though everything inside me is needing more. My hips squirm as Ben withdraws a dragging inch before pressing in again.

“More,” I whisper.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Ben mutters, but I’m past caring. I blink up at Stoneheart, knowing my request is on my face. Stoneheart’s gaze is full of lust and satisfaction, waiting for me to beg.

Ben does another slow, shallow invasion, and I break.

“Please—” I start, but off on a cry, my eyes rolling back as Ben’s body crashes against me, crushing me against the piano. His hips flush against mine as his flesh throbs inside of me.Full.It’s all I can think. Full and thick.

I groan at the heavy feel of Ben filling me, but I am cut off by Stoneheart’s mouth devouring mine. He licks past my lips, stealing my sounds even as Ben curses.

“Fuck you, Stoneheart!” Ben moans against the skin of my shoulder.

The gargoyle’s mouth curves against mine, and he pulls away. “Sorry, I’m not nearly as patient for this as I thought.”

Ben’s face is frozen in a mixture of frustration and bliss. Stoneheart’s body grinds Ben’s body harder into mine.

“Will you fuck her properly now?” my husband asks, pulling Ben back enough that his cock slides almost all the way out of me. “She shouldn’t have to wait for you, she’s not the one being punished.”

Ben isn’t listening. His hips start moving as if he’s in a trance. Full, slow thrusts and halting retreats that make me pant and flex around him.

“She’s like a goddamn vise,” he breathes, not waiting for Stoneheart to ask him. “Fuck.So hot and wet.”

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