Page 71 of Wicked Believer
I’ve never been able to resist tempting him, goading him. Right from the start.
“Are you lying to me, Charlotte?” he says as if he heard exactly what I was thinking.
I shake my head again, whimpering as his fingers brush against my clit only to disappear back into my folds, edging me further and further.
“Do you know what will happen if you lie to me? If you keep defying me?”
I shake my head, playing coy.
Suddenly, his mouth is on my ear, his fangs nicking me. The serpentine hiss of his voice wraps around me as he pinches my clit, rolling it between his fingers. “I’ll fuck you until you’re so full of me you’ll be begging for my mercy. Do I make myself clear?”
I bite down on my lower lip, trying to stop myself, but this time, I ... can’t.
“Is that supposed to be a punishment, sir?” I ask, lifting my ass in tribute to him.
I can hear his low growl of arousal in response.
But he’s not having it.
He grips me by the hair, pulling it back so hard that I let out a sharp cry as several of his fingers are rammed up inside me, pushing so deep they nearly brush against my cervix. A reminder of exactly who’s in charge. “I said. Are. We. Clear?”
“Yes, yes, sir,” I whimper, scrambling to correct myself. “Yes, sir, we’re clear.”
“Good.” He shoves me back down and onto the table again like I mean nothing to him. Iamnothing. Not beyond what he’s made me. “For your punishment tonight, you will take me bare, Charlotte.”
I choke. “Wha—what?”
“Onlyafteryou’ve come so many times, you beg for me. Youwilllearn to ask for what you want.”
He thrusts something up inside me then. A vibrator or some other kind of sex toy from the feel of it. A thin lubed butt plug follows, plunging into my other hole a moment later.
And before I can stop him, the toy is on, vibrating.
Fully within his control.
And I’m powerless to stop it.
I try to writhe against where he’s bound me, escape the too-intense sensation of it, but I can’t move. Quickly the pressure builds and builds until I’m coming out of my skin from the pleasure of it. It’s too much. Too much.
Until, suddenly, it ... stops abruptly.
“No. No, no, please.”
By the time he’s built me up and edged me close to oblivion for the fourth time, only to cruelly rip it away from me again, I’m swearing, writhing from a mixture of too-intense need and sweet fucking torture until I’m shaking.
I’ll die if this doesn’t end soon.
“Please, please, sir,” I beg. “I need your cock in me.”
That’s my only chance at relief.
The pharmacy has been filling my birth control, and I take it religiously, but I’m not sure it’s still working, considering I’m immortal now. Human medicine and other substances seem to have less of an effect on divine beings, if the amount of alcohol Lucifer and his siblings are capable of consuming without consequence is any indication, and while this wouldn’t be the first time he’s taken me raw, filled me up, since he made me immortal, it’s the first time since then that I know for a fact I’m ovulating.
And Lucifer knows it too.
My cycles aren’t that hard to track.
They’re regular. Like clockwork.
