Page 113 of Destined for the Devil
"Fuck,” he drawled, "You’re doing so good, Angel. So well-trained.You’ll take everything I give you today, won't you?"
I nodded quickly, but he wanted to hear me say it. He yanked my hair roughly, and I gasped, shooting my eyes open. “Yes, Daddy!” I cried out, ready to beg just to get what I wanted. “I’m yours. I belong to you."
"Good girl.” He praised quietly and then…pushed in.
Slow, steady.
The stretch was so foreign; it was too much, it was so overwhelming. My jaw hung open as the sound poured out of my chest, unfiltered and loud.
“Fuuuuck,Daddy!”
"Shh…did you think I was going to take you gently?" His dark chuckle sounded behind me, his hard cock stretching me for the first time. My eyes rolled back, the whole scene melting my fucking brain. "No, Angel,” he said it like a death sentence. “I'm going tofuckyou. I'm going to fuck you so hard that you’ll forget how to breathe. You willscreamfor me.”
"Daddy..." My voice trembled, but I had no thoughts, almost coming apart at his words.
"You know I want it…moyadevochka.” He threatened me with exactly what I wanted to hear. “And you're going to do what I want. You're going to keep your pretty face down on the bed and your delicious ass up for me." He bottomed out inside me at the last word.
At first slowly, he pulled out, letting me breathe through the unknown sensation. My body was loose, prepared, and ready for him, so he thrust back in, this time firmer,deeper, his voice piercing me like thunder. “Yes. Good…that’s it.” He praised me. “Stay just like that while Daddy fucks you.”
He began steadily, letting us both soak in the feeling, but very quickly he picked up speed. Each thrust smoother, harder; his cock slid in and out with ease, the hot, burning pressure spreading through me like wildfire.
"Fuck, Angel…this is so good. You are so good baby." His voice cracked, the dominant persona slipping from him with every passing second—he sounded anything but in control.
He grabbed my arms, lifting me off the bed, still cuffed, and dragged me back onto him with every sharp thrust. His cock pounded into my ass, fast and deep, and all I could do was moan—wordless, wrecked, thoroughly fucked.
"Oh,fuck!" I cried out as Roman yanked me upright onto my knees, his chest pressing into my back, his shoulders enveloping mine. His breath hot against my ear, both of our moans tangled with each other—desperate, loud, and fulfilled.
His arms wrapped around me, those rough hands clutching at my breasts, kneading with exactly the kind of pressure I loved.
"Fuck, Daddy! Just like that.Just—” another rough thrust, “—like—” a harsh smack on my thigh sent my vision into darkness, “—that!” I begged, flushed and spent, every snap of his hips jolting my body.
Pain and pleasure merged into overwhelming heat, making my face burn and my thighs tremble. Delirious, my eyes could no longer stay open, my mind useless—just mush. I could onlyfeel.
I gave him everything, obeyed every command, and surrendered to the moment, to every one of his movements as he fucked my ass exactly how I’d imagined he would.
"Oh myGod, baby.” He confessed in my ear. “You take it so good. You’re such a good girl for me. My perfect, obedient Angel.”
He pushed me forward onto the bed and leaned over me, this new angle allowing him to penetrate deeper and harder. His hand snaked between my legs, and just a few strokes of his finger on my throbbing clit was all it took to drive me into ecstasy. My orgasm seeped into my bones, blinding me to my surroundings.
My body shaking like a leaf underneath him, every cell insideme experienced rapture. I screamed his name from the pleasure pulsating through me—just like he promised I would.
Limp and panting and completely spent, I barely registered how his thrusts turned frantic, and with a low and guttural groan, he spilled inside me, locking me in that final, breathless moment.
We didn’t speak. We didn’t think.
This wasn’t a fuck—this was a bond that could survive fire and hell. One that couldn’t be broken even by death.
But the fairy tale had to be put on pause that afternoon. We stayed under the sheets all morning, wishing for the clock to stop ticking.
Roman’s kiss took my breath away right before I ascended the steps of a private jet. What a lifestyle. Aprivatejetflew me back to New York. It's like I was dating a movie star—all of the world’s doors open, everything at my fingertips. Except he was so much better than anyone else in the whole world.
Thankfully, the week without him flew by, and I was giddy with anticipation of having him with me in New York again. He was due to arrive tomorrow morning, and I floated out of the library that Friday evening, as if walking on air.
The city lights muted in the light drizzle of early March gloom; I passed a convenience store and stopped in my tracks. John Clemens stepped out with a bottle of water in his hand, his image so out of place here.
"Isla?" he said, surprised, a genuine smile on his face. "What a lovely surprise! How are you?" We exchanged pleasantries, catching up on life as if we were old acquaintances.
It was odd seeing him like this just on the street, especially considering the heavy conversation we had last time. John’s gaze dropped to my hand. "Are you…engaged?” His face lit up, as if he were a proud father. “Wow, look at that ring! Congratulations, Isla! Who’s the lucky man?!"
