Page 37 of Her Darkest Devils (The Seven Sinners of Hell's Kingdom 3)

“Oh, fuck!” I scream out, the pleasure so intense that I feel myself squirt with my orgasm, his quick, rhythmic thrusts hitting me perfectly in all the right spots. “Micah, your cock. It’s indescribable. I—” Holy shit. I scream out again, my body tensing with another orgasm. I didn’t think this was possible, but Micah’s passion does something crazy good to my body.

“You’re like Heaven and Hell combined in an unfathomable wave of ecstasy,” Micah murmurs, hitting his rock-hard body to my ass, ravishing me with his gluttonous need for our passion.

My arms give out on me, and I bow forward, moaning and gasping, losing myself to the intense waterfall of bliss. I savor every second of getting fucked in such a way that I feel deep in my being with every damn quaking orgasm.

“My beautiful heathen. This will be our eternity regardless of whether you succeed in fulfilling your contract. I’ve ensured it. I never want you to worry. Your soul is mine.” With his words, he moans shockingly loud, almost roaring, and I clutch the blankets as he thrusts a few more times. He digs his fingers into my hips with his orgasm, the sensation strangely exciting like a small explosion that shocks every one of my nerve endings in a good way.

Micah slumps onto me only to roll me over and into his chest. “I want more of you. I can’t seem to get enough. Why don’t you forget about everything and let me take care of things? You will never have to worry about being mistreated by Lucian. Not with my name on your contract too.”

“Wait, what? How could you even suggest a thing, Micah?” I can’t stop my mind from whirling.

I had been worried about Dante’s envy and possessiveness, but maybe it should’ve been Micah I needed to keep cautious with. He is a glutton after all. He will never feel like he gets enough of me, my soul, or whatever else he sets his sights on. And bringing up the fact that his name is on my contract? I didn’t realize how serious he was when he’d make promises about our future. I had assumed he just felt entitled and thought since Kase and Dante weren’t exactly getting along with Lucian that he was going to be there if things fall apart. Now it sounds like he wants them to.

Micah props himself up on his elbow. “How can I not? I know you worry about everything. I don’t want you to always wonder about what will happen. This way we can ensure it.”

I gather the blanket and scoot to the edge of the bed. “That’s very thoughtful, but you know I’m set on getting this shit done.”

He sighs and arches forward, his body still hard and flexing in all the right places. “Raven, come on. Don’t run. I can hear your thoughts racing. Your fears are unwarranted. I won’t be overly possessive. I’m sure I can work things out with the others. Contracts can be re-negotiated once you’re mine. We—”

“Micah, I think this was a mistake. I thought it would help you, showing you that I care about you, but you’re speaking as if you’re my soul keeper and not a man who wants me as his queen.” I tighten the blanket around me. “I’m sorry.”

“I am your soul keeper. You’re my purpose,” Micah argues, standing up.

I wave my hand getting him to stop. “I think you need some space to get your shit together. You’re letting your gluttony consume your rationale. Please, just stay here and try to find your good sense. I’m going to take a bath in Dante’s room and wait for them to return.”

Micah throws his arms out, his features sharpening in annoyance. “I have a shower we can wash in together.”

Fucking Hell. And I really mean it. It’s hard to know what’s going to happen when you let it inside of you.

“Next time, okay? Just...I have to go. I’m sorry.” I rush from the room and bolt down the hallway to Dante’s room. I never expected to be a hit it and quit it type of person, especially after taking the virginity of the ruler of Gluttony, but damn it. I wasn’t prepared for him to start planning an eternity for if I fail.

Or asking me to purposely do so.

I don’t spend long cleaning up in the bathroom I share with Dante. After a quick shower and using the damn cum sponges I never knew existed until Dante set a box in full view on the counter, I throw on some panties and one of his shirts, just wanting to hide in the massive closet until he returns.

But ethereal light on the balcony catches my attention. My heart slides into my stomach, and I grab onto his biggest dildo on the shelf, getting ready to clobber a guardian savior with it if I have to. I will show no mercy after their bullshit.

Zade stands frozen on the other side of the door, his eyes darting from mine and to the heavy silicone monstrosity resting on my shoulder.

I automatically drop it to the floor with a thud and stride to the glass. “You’re here. I thought you sent an army to murder me because of what you saw earlier.”

His brows pucker and he shakes his head. “I’d never. I know how much you mean to Andre.”

“Then what are you doing here?” I ask, hugging my arms across my chest.

“Can we talk? Somewhere I don’t have to worry about getting attacked by one of your devils?” He peers past me. “I won’t take you far. Across the yard.”

I open the door completely and step out into the cool night. “I’d like that. I wanted to explain myself. What you saw—”

Shaking his head, he covers my mouth and hooks his arm around my waist, lifting me off my feet. “Not here. Come on. Don’t worry about the guardians or anyone else. I promise to keep you safe.”

I stare into his vivid blue eyes. For once, I might actually believe him.

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