Crave (8 page)

“Please, I don’t want this. Let me out.”

“Are you demanding that I, the lord of hell, lets you go?”

“Yes, please, let me go.”

“No fucking chance, little girl.” The gleeful chuckle filled the Bentley’s cabin and he tugged the tank top strap from her shoulder, peeling it down slowly until her breast lay exposed to him.

“Mmmmm, such delights, free dinner for a perfect tit.” He started the engine, which roared into life, and pressed hard on the accelerator. Smoke spat out from the spinning wheels, spitting fire spewed from the exhaust as the turbo kicked in the power. “I’m going to enjoy sucking on that.”

The brute of a car sped forward as Asmodeus left it to navigate to the vineyard. It was less than two miles away but he had no intention of going the direct route.

Elizabeth’s breathing turned to panting as the windows blacked over and visions of heat and hot landscapes moved across the glass like video streams. Visions of hell. His hot tongue lapped at her right nipple, circling it, lavishing it as though it were the sweetest delicacy. His hot lips covered it, sucking it in, pulling on the flesh of her sumptuous breast. Her moans urged him on.

She wore jeans and they were no more a hindrance to him than the top. Her stud quickly unbuttoned itself, the zip slowly tick-ticking until it was down. He slipped his fingers into the open invitation, stroking her pubes, his sharp nails catching on them as he touched the tiny hood. He growled as her body flinched at his touch, and his hot fingertip pulled back the pink cover to expose her clit. It was so hard, swollen and tender. She gasped as he tickled it and spasms pushed her hard into his hand. The threads holding her jeans together started to move like snakes, unraveling, writhing up the denim and falling to the floor. Her skin, so soft and warm now, showed as the cloth collapsed and became one with the leather. Her tank top morphed too, and she was totally naked.

Asmodeus laughed out loud. His sweet Elizabeth, oh, she would be his forever. He lapped at each nipple, her breast cupped in one hand, her pussy in the other. The devil, the king of evil had simple tastes. One he coveted, as he slid two fat fingers into her cunt. The wetness coated them, the tightness of her grip pulling them deeper.

Her back arched and her breasts pushed out as he finger-fucked her. He didn’t hold back. He was rough with her, plunging them deep, spreading her, teasing her. The heat in the car overwhelmed her; she was covered in sweat. He had done it on purpose. She moaned, whimpering as he parted her legs wide. With two fingers still inside, he slowed, twisting and turning his fingers before easing them out.

“Sweet juices,
aperitif
.”

Her face turned to him, her eyes wide, lost in the lust he punished her soul with. Without warning, he slipped the same two fingers back in her slit, pushing the other two into her anus.

“Oh, God!”

“Oh, he can’t help you, but please use his name. It arouses me.”

Asmodeus pushed his fingers deep, using his thumb to rub her engorged clit. She screamed at the force and the need, coming all over his hand. The sloshing sound increased the wetter she became. Her pussy spat and squirted all over his wrist.

“Good girl, squirt for me.”

The devil flicked his fingers more, sucking hard on her nipples. Poor Elizabeth was drenched in sweat, her hair stuck to her forehead and her pussy leaking like a faucet as the dark lord used what was his.

Everything moved outside in a flash. The journey seemed to last for hours as he had his wicked way.

“Look at her, Jacob. The seventh daughter. Isn’t she beautiful?”

The leather squeaked in the back seat as Jacob Cromwell, stark naked, moved to look at Elizabeth, his relative. Beside him on each side sat a beautiful black woman, both slaves. They writhed against him as he looked in Elizabeth’s eyes. Cromwell reached and cupped her right tit. She turned to him and whispered.

“Grandfather.”

“Yes, my Elizabeth.”

Grandad disappeared as quickly as he’d appeared, along with his favorite girls.

Asmodeus laughed, his head going back as the loud rumble reverberated.

The car sped on. Asmodeus tilted her seat back and climbed on her. With devilish ease he slipped between her legs. His huge, ridged cock rubbed against her belly and then dipped, entering her. He licked her neck, kissed her and took in her glorious scent. Arms hugged him, pulling him down as that ridged shaft filled her and pumped her hard.

A tiny hand gripped his hair, pushing his head into the crook of her shoulder.

“Please, come inside me.”

Asmodeus fucked her, his ass clenched, driving his cock hard into her sweet cunt until he came, filling her with his demon seed.

The world around them quickly returned to normal. The windows, still tinted, simply stopped the sun from burning them. Trees moved softly in the breeze and corn swayed. The scent of grapes filled the air as the tires rolled onto compacted gravel.

Elizabeth, dressed in her jeans, tank and hoodie, looked his way.

“You bastard.”

“Who, me?”

“Yes. You did it again.”

“No, I did nothing. Here we are. Hungry?”

Asmodeus stopped the car and smiled at her, that smile only he could smile, belied with mystery and tricks.

*****

E
lizabeth had a hard time handling the situation at the moment. Her body felt sticky, like he had actually licked her. The swollen bud between her legs was a sign she’d been aroused at some point. She bit down on her bottom lip and shot him a glare.

“Kiss my ass!”  Elizabeth stormed ahead of him.

If he would only show her what he really looked like. The handsome man that stood before her looked elegant and refined—classy even, with his dark hair, light eyes, and heavily chiseled jaw line. When he would give her that devious half-smile she wanted to melt at his feet and just give up. She reached what appeared to be a balcony in the beautiful vineyard. The sun dazzled the landscape. Miles of rows of grapes waited to be plucked and squished under the hands of their master.

Kinda like me.

Her eyes glazed over and she felt a pain in the back of her throat as she held back the tears that threatened her. Making herself hard to get seemed to be enticing his little game and want of her. A thought crossed her mind. If she offered herself up, maybe, just maybe, he would get bored. Elizabeth glanced down at her fingers, her knuckles red from gripping the railing.

Just get through tonight, and get your ass to Jared. It will all be better once you are with Jared.

Why she felt comfort over a man she had only met over the Internet was beyond her understanding. Maybe because he was the only man that had ever truly given a shit. The revelation that her parents had sent her into the arms of the beast squeezed at her heart.

Closing her eyes against the light breeze that teased at her flesh, she tried to forget the heat that closed around her as
he
came to a stop right behind her.

“No one tells me no, or kiss my ass.” He seemed irritated.

Good. He needed to be knocked down a few pegs. The annoyance in his deep baritone voice made her lips curl up at the corners.

“Yes, well, maybe it’s good for you,” she snarked.

“It’s not, trust me. It just pisses me off, and when I get pissed off bad things happen in the world.”

She felt the heat of his breath against her exposed neck. His arm wrapped around her waist and he pulled her against him.

“Yeah, I gathered that,” she mumbled.

He exhaled rather loudly. The air against her skin made her want to purr with pleasure. Everything about the man exuded sex, sexy, lust, and fuck me now. Elizabeth clenched her teeth and fought hard to not give in.

Maybe giving in will get him off your back.

The large hand that pressed possessively against her belly slithered to her hips and he spun her around quickly, grasping her hand in the sudden movement. She felt dizzy and out of sorts. Her lips parted on a protest but he pressed his finger against the seam and lazily ran the callused pad against her bottom lip. Her breathing became labored and she felt the tremble as it traveled the length of her body.

“Let’s not fight,” he whispered. The pleading in his voice nearly had her fooled—nearly. “Look at me.”

She allowed her gaze to travel from his chest, up his throat, where his Adam’s apple bobbed with his throat contracting on a swallow. Then her eyes locked with his. Tonight they were light, welcoming. When she pissed him off they got dark. Something inside her wanted to keep them light and him pleased.

God, don’t go insane now.

The fingers of his other hand danced over her cheek as he nearly cooed at her.

“Let’s have a nice lunch. Get to know one another. We are rather stuck, aren’t we, sweet one?”

She gulped. Literally, she felt and heard the sound when she swallowed down her own spit. Fuck, this asshole was good.

“If you were really like this, you would win,” she confessed.

He tossed his head back, that full-throated laugh booming throughout the halls of the vineyard.

“But this is me.”

He took her hand in his and started to guide her away from the railing. Down a few short halls and onto a terrace that still kept the valley in sight but had vines of grapes on trellises overlooking the beauty that lied to her in this moment.

“No, it’s not you.”

He stopped moving to turn towards her. His eyes looked upon her, curious, with that panty-melting grin that made her take a step back, but he nudged her back into his body. “You are evil,” she whispered. Her voice trembled on her words. “You are the definition of what people fear under their beds. Why kids can’t leave the closet door open at night. You are the reason women can’t walk alone on a darkened street. There is nothing about this that is real. It is a joke, a mirage in the dry, desolate desert that is my fucking life.”

She wanted to sob. Curl up in a ball and give in and just end this all right now. How the fuck was she going to beat him?

His hand gripped the back of her neck and yanked her in close. She sucked in a breath, her gaze darting to meet his as she leaned in close. Asmodeus’s lips glazed over her cheek, her eyelids, down her nose.

“So melodramatic,” he purred.

Elizabeth tried to get free of his arms, but he held fast.

“I want to leave,” she whimpered.

Oh, lovely, sound more weak and off your game.

His fingers fisted in her hair. He gave a firm yank and it arched her neck and brought her chest flush against his. Asmodeus flicked his tongue out over her lips, his voice low. The deep timber kicked up her heart rate as he punched against her ribcage.

“You see, I don’t want to leave. I actually want to eat your pussy, while you’re spread out on the dinner table for me and screaming. I want the owners and tourists to watch this. I want people to see me fuck you—hard. I want the world to know I own you, and you’re MINE!” He snarled the last word.

She let out a squeal and her legs turned to jelly. He held her up against him, and she could feel the hard press of his erection against her belly.

Asmodeus nuzzled her neck. His laughter vibrated through her insides. Elizabeth’s eyes rolled back, and her body betrayed her quickly. Her pussy grew moist and her clit throbbed between her thighs.

“I don’t,” she panted.

“Really?” he dared her. His voice was laced with amusement. “We shall see about that. No more illusions and dreams, sweet one.”

He moved quickly. Asmodeus picked her up, gripping her ass and tossing her roughly on top of one of the tables. The sounds of glass shattering and heavy silverware clattering to the concrete ground filled her ears. Panic set in as she started to fight back. Elizabeth caught her bearings, slapping at him, her fingers clawing as she tried to keep him away from her. It was one thing to accept the dreams, the fake realities he imprinted in her mind. But to really allow him to do things to her—in public.

The flat of her hand came up hard and fast.

Smack!

She connected clean with his face. Elizabeth hissed as the heated pain coated her palm. Asmodeus paused, glaring down at her. He didn’t stop as he managed to get her jeans unbuttoned and zip down. In one quick fluid motion they were down around her ankles. He shoved his body between her thighs, stretching her open. She shoved at his chest. His nose touched hers and he snarled.

“Behave.”

Her arms were yanked roughly over her head and she was pinned. She realized, to her horror, that the act, this whole violent, sexual display had made her nipples achingly hard. Her cunt creamed over her folds, and she was panting, thrusting her hips up against his body. Elizabeth heard his hum of approval as she yanked at the invisible bonds.

“Shhhh, little one. I promise I’ll make you come for real.” His breath hushed over her panty-covered pussy.

She fought to close her legs, but he growled and slammed her thighs against the table roughly. Elizabeth felt a finger slide between the cotton of her underwear and the wet folds that pulsed in time with her heart beat. Then the warm breeze lapped at her exposed pussy right before his tongue flicked over her swollen clit. Her head slammed back against the table, her hips thrust up against his mouth.

“That’s it, little one. Demand, take, enjoy my mouth sucking on your hot little cunt.”

His voice was muffled against her weeping hole. She thrust up again, her mind trying to yell at her to stop, but her body was already in his hands.

“Fuck,” she whimpered.

Elizabeth looked down between her legs. Asmodeus licked the pads of his index and middle fingers before circling her clit, then shoving them deep inside her cunt. She cried out as her walls feathered around the thick digits, sucking him in deeper.

“Good girl. Fuck my fingers, yes, that’s it. Fuck, you’re tight, I thought this shit was just my fantasy but you are so swollen and wet for me, little one.” He laughed before diving back down, sucking her clit into his mouth and rolling it against the tip of his tongue. He nipped and bit at it. Her mind blanked and she was lost to the ecstasy. At some point the invisible bonds released her. She realized her fingers were planted into his thick, dark hair.