Page 58 of Ruthless Demon

He was wrong because he wasn’t fucking a human, but anangel.

“You didn’t corrupt me,” I whisper. “I wanted everything you did to me. You woke up a side of me I never knew existed, but it’s a side ofme. It’s a part of who I am. And that will never change, no matter what happens.”

“Then show me,” he demands, keeping his grip firm on my legs, baring me to his gaze and refusing to let me hide from him. “Show me how corrupt you are. How dirty you are. How wet you are for your demon.”

My heart thunders, but I reach down and slide my fingers through my pussy lips, gathering the wetness before spreading myself wide so he can see.

“I want you, Lucifer,” I breathe, tears stinging my eyes as my throat goes tight. “Can’t you tell? I want you so fucking much.”

“Do you?” His jaw is tight, his fingers digging into my thighs as he shifts his hips, nudging my core with the fat head of his cock. “You want all of me, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s see just how true that is,” he murmurs.

In the next breath, he plows into me, still holding my legs wide as he impales me in a hard stroke. The stretch in my inner thighs adds a strange but pleasurable discomfort to it all. I feel so naked, entirely on display for him, but I like it. I want him to see how greedily my body accepts him, to see how well we fit together, and to understand that nothing between us has changed.

“Fuck, you take me so perfectly,” he groans, baring his teeth in something almost like a snarl as he adjusts his grip on my legs, hooking his hands under my knees.

“You fill me so perfectly,” I shoot back. “No one else can make me feel this way.”

We watch one another with hungry eyes as he rocks his hips into me again and again. I can’t stop staring at the way his muscles shift and contract, the way his dark brows draw together, the way his chest heaves as he fights for breath. I can feel his eyes on my face, my lips, my chest, my pussy, as if he’s cataloguing every bit of me.

His breaths are coming faster, a sheen of sweat covering his skin, and neither of us speaks for several long moments as the room fills with the sounds of our grunts and moans. My legs tense up, fighting against his hold and trying to squeeze together as pleasure builds inside me like a wave gathering strength. I can tell he’s getting close too, his strokes becoming choppier and more erratic. But then he stops suddenly, dragging a tortured groan from my chest as he withdraws completely.

“What are you—”

I shake my head, feeling bereft without the overwhelming stretch of his cock filling me.

“I’ve had almost every part of you,” he murmurs, releasing his grip on my legs and reaching down to fist himself. “I’ve claimed your pussy and your mouth… but I want your ass too, Sophia.”

The words make my stomach flutter, my mouth dropping open on a sharp inhale. “You want…”

“I want every part of you. I want to make every last piece of you mine. Has anyone ever fucked your ass before, little bird?”

“No.” I shake my head, the word sticking in my throat.

I never even wanted that with any of the guys I’ve been with before, but for some reason, the thought of Lucifer claiming my ass—of him being the first and only man to take me there—makes liquid fire race through my veins.

Before I even consciously make the choice, I can feel myself nodding.

“I want that,” I whisper. “Fuck my ass, Lucifer. Please.”

I don’t know if it’s the heightened emotions swirling between us or the absolute trust I have that this man will never hurt me, but I find myself craving anything and everything he might want to do to me. I know he’ll make it feel good. Lucifer’s kink has always seemed to be giving me pleasure.

“Such a good girl,” he groans. Lifting my legs again, he presses them to my chest, nearly folding me in half and exposing my ass to his greedy gaze. “Hold your legs. Keep them right there.”

I do as he says, my face flaming with embarrassment at the view he’s getting, but my entire body throbbing with anticipation too. Lucifer’s touch is confident and possessive as he palms my ass cheeks, spreading them wider before he slicks his fingers with my arousal and begins to slowly circle them around my back hole.

He presses a finger into me, and the sensation makes my breath hitch. He’s done this before, and I remember liking it, so I try to relax into the feeling of being stretched in this new way.

“Touch yourself, Sophia,” he instructs in a velvet-like voice.

Swallowing the lump in my throat and keeping my legs right where they are, I reach down with one hand to carefully rub my clit. I’m a bit distracted by the feeling of his finger working in and out of my ass, but when the sensation of pressure on my clit joins the mix, it makes me moan, my eyes rolling back a little.

Lucifer’s lips twitch upward into an almost-smile, but his expression stays hungry and intense as he slides his finger fully into me. Once I can take it without flinching, he adds a second finger, spreading them open inside me to stretch me even more.

“Fuck, that’s so…” I bite my lip, my fingers on my clit slowing. “Somuch.”

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