The Devil Made Me Do It (3 page)

The Devil slid down beside her. He wedged his broad shoulders between her thighs, forcing them wide apart. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. Just for a moment the whole world stilled, and Jess could hear the frenzied beating of her own heart. What she saw in his eyes made her mind whirl and her vision blur.

The intensity of his gaze lured her. Like a comet orbiting too close to the sun, she was captured and held. His pupils flared and she fell helplessly into their fiery depths.

Just when she was sure she was lost forever, he blinked and she felt the firm grounding of his hands on her hips. A flurry of shivers raced across the skin of her stomach. With one stroke of his wide palms he smoothed them away.

“Ah, Jess. Don’t worry. Just enjoy.” He bent his head and used his tongue to drive her to the point where she was incapable of thinking, let alone worrying, about anything.

He circled her clit, licking and sucking, until it was hard and hot, standing proud enough for him to pull it between his lips and flick back and forth across it with his tongue.

Jess writhed against him. He cupped his hands under her bottom and brought her harder up against his mouth.

His teeth scraped across her slick, burning pussy. His tongue plunged deep. Thrust. Curled. Licked her sweet, hot honey.

His hands slid around to the front of her thighs, gripped them and pulled them further apart. Her muscles strained, tried to contract, to draw in whatever was needed to fill the searing void.

He rubbed his lips over her, smearing his mouth and chin with her juices. He lifted his head. His lips glistened. His tongue licked them, slowly and lingeringly. A shudder of delight passed through him.

He pushed his hard fingers inside her. His palm cupped her clit and mound, circling and squeezing. He made a long, slow slide up to her mouth. He paused in the journey to flex his cheeks and suck so strongly on her nipple, the pleasure almost toppled into pain. The rhythmic tug and release was matched by the thrust and retreat of his wicked fingers.

At last his lips, slippery with her moisture, rich with the musky smell of her own arousal, met hers. She was surrounded by an erotic haze, sweet and narcotic, sharpening every sensation.

The Devil’s probing fingers clenched, fisted, rammed home. The pounding waves of her release beat against him. The force of her orgasm lifted her up off the bed then slammed her back again to shake and shudder with the uncontrollable force of electric shock.

While she was still pulsing, he impaled her with his thick cock. His arms hooked around her knees and lifted them over his shoulders. She was open to him, taking him in, filled with him, hot steel driving her up to another frenzied peak.

She writhed in silent ecstasy and tumbled over toward oblivion. The Devil gave a wild shout as he gave himself up totally to the hunger that consumed him.

Chapter Three

Jess blinked her eyes in the growing light. Beside her, lying stretched out on his stomach on the bed, the Devil slumbered on. One arm was flung across Jess’ waist. The other was tucked under his pillow. His beautiful face was turned towards Jess. Such perfection made her think not of evil and wickedness but of innocence and vulnerability. A strange hollow ache settled itself around her heart, and she rubbed her hand across her chest to ease it.

The Devil stirred and rolled to his side. He snuggled Jess closer, burying his face in her hair, without ever waking up.

For long, silent minutes she watched him sleep. As the Devil had promised, she’d burned in Hell and loved it. Nothing was ever going to be as good again. She’d had more pleasure in one night than most women had in a lifetime. She’d surely reached those last circles the Devil had promised to take her through.

Now the wild night of passion was over. It was time to go home. The ache in her chest intensified. With her eyes closed to shut out the mesmerising sight of his perfect form, she eased out of his grasp and prepared to leave him.

Her body refused to cooperate. She could not make her feet hit the floor, could not make her legs bear her weight. She lay back down on the bed and told herself it was better to remain there a little longer than to disturb the Devil’s sleep. Besides, she wouldn’t know how to get home until he awoke anyway. It made sense to wait a little longer, she needed more rest. Her muscles were still wobbly from the intensity of the night just spent. It would be rude to leave without saying thank you. She hadn’t had breakfast.

She searched frantically for more reasons to avoid facing the truth.

She didn’t want to go.

She didn’t want to go back to her dull, lonely existence. She wanted to stay here where she’d learned what it was to be truly happy, but she wasn’t going to have that choice. She’d made a deal. Bargains with the Devil were binding. If her tour was finished and she’d learned what the Devil had to teach her, she’d be going home.

The thought made her muscles tense and stiffen. The movement woke the Devil. His smile when he opened his eyes and looked at her lit up his whole face. She felt warm all over again.

The hand on her waist slid downwards.

Jess knew, with undeniable clarity, she was on the edge of addiction. The more time she spent with the Devil, the more she wanted him. It was a pity life had taught her she couldn’t always have what she wanted.

“When do I have to go?” She forced the words out in a rush while she still could.

The Devil’s hand stopped its search-and-enjoy mission. His eyes widened and his smile faded. “Go? Go where?”

“Home. Back to….”

He sat up and frowned. “You haven’t finished your tour. You can’t leave yet. I know what your life is like. There’s nothing up there to compare with what I can give you. Nobody who can compare with me.” Because it was true, he didn’t sound conceited. The statement was just a simple fact. “Stay.” His voice was commanding, his hands coaxing, once more working their magic.

How could she resist the Devil when he offered what she wanted most? He said her tour wasn’t over. The bargain wasn’t yet fulfilled.

His hands continued to play. Soon she was writhing underneath him again.

He flipped her over onto her stomach and drew her up onto all fours. He plunged into her, his fingers plucking and playing her clit and his balls swaying back and forth against her. She felt a sharp sting as her teeth clamped down on her lips to muffle the sounds of pleasure she made.

“Don’t fight it,” he crooned. “Don’t hold back. Give in to your needs.”

The dark temptation of his words tipped her over the edge. In a rush of cum and ecstasy, she screamed out her passion.

The Devil froze. His entire body stiffened and jerked. He pulled out of her and dropped onto his back on the bed, leaving Jess to collapse gracelessly onto her stomach. She took a second or two to gather herself together, then she pushed herself up onto her elbow and looked at him. His cock was still rigid, red and glistening with her juices, but it began to soften and retreat back to the shelter of his body as she watched. Instead of the look of satisfaction she’d grown accustomed to seeing on the Devil’s face, his brow was furrowed, his eyes narrowed and his lips a tight, white line. He hadn’t come before he had abandoned her so abruptly.

A chill worked its way down Jess’ spine.

Something was very wrong. She gathered enough courage to ask, “What’s the matter?”

The Devil turned hurt eyes on her. “I thought that this, that I, was special. That I was giving you all you need.”

Jess gasped. “You are. This is. How could I ever want more?”

“Then why did you…?” He stopped and drew an unsteady breath. “No man wants a woman to scream someone else’s name when he’s inside her, making her come.”

A strange tension tugged at Jess’ heart. The only explanation she could think of for his response made no sense. How could the Devil be jealous, being what he was? How could he, with his skills, his beauty, his caring, even think what he gave her was not enough?

Then the meaning of what he’d said hit. Another man’s name? That couldn’t possibly be right. It had been so long since her last lover, she couldn’t even remember his name, and he’d never, ever come close to making her feel the way the Devil did. She shook her head in frantic denial. “I didn’t say someone else’s name. I couldn’t have.”

The Devil sounded hurt. “You did. I was
there
. I heard you. You screamed it so loud, everyone could have heard you. ‘Oh God, oh God, oh God.’
Three
times. I didn’t even know you knew Him, let alone had fantasies about it. And they can only be fantasies, you know. He does
not
do that kind of thing.”

Relief loosened the constricting knot in her throat. She laughed softly. She couldn’t help it, even though the Devil’s eyes grew dark and fiery. Instead of making her quake with fear, his anger made him adorable. Arrogance was certainly part of his nature, but underneath was a wholly human vulnerability.
She reached out a finger and tried to smooth the resentful look off his face.
“And I thought you were the one who knew everything. It’s just a generic expression. It doesn’t mean anything. It certainly doesn’t refer to any particular deity, of whatever persuasion.”

The Devil looked slightly mollified, but he still didn’t smile. “Well, I don’t like it. I don’t want to share. You’re with me. I want it to be my name you scream.”

The urge to tease him disappeared. How could she not give him what he needed when he gave so much to her? “The only person I was thinking of, the only person in my world, was you, but I don’t know your name. I can’t call you ‘The Devil’ all the time, especially when I’m in extremis, as it were. What should I call you? I’ve heard several other names—Satan, Beelzebub, Lucifer. Are any of them right?”

A flush of colour appeared on his cheeks. He looked down when he answered. “Satan. That’s pretty close. Yeah. Call me Satan.”

“So that’s your name? Satan? Really?”

“Well, almost.” He waited a long moment before he spoke again. “Remember I told you people have some misconceptions? Well, not all of them work against me.” He looked decidedly uncomfortable. “There have been a couple of small editorial errors over time. Novice monks copying manuscripts by hand in the candlelight, freezing cold and shivering—it’s easy to make a mistake. And once someone makes an error on parchment, it’s so hard to correct, and scarlet ink was very expensive. It seemed kinder not to make a fuss.”

Jess folded her arms. There was something going on here and she wanted to know it. “Come on, spit it out.”

The Devil took a deep breath and let the words rush out. “It’s Stan, okay? And I don’t like it. What kind of name is Stan for the Master of the Underworld? Who’s going to believe in a Prince of Darkness named Stan? So when the monk accidentally added the extra ‘a’, I didn’t point it out. I decided it was better to let it be. Satan has a nice ring to it. It has power and presence. If I have to put up with the horned bit, then I figure they owe me Satan.”

Jess bit her lip, but it didn’t help. She laughed anyway. There was something endearing about this wholly masculine, totally hot male, admitting he was embarrassed by his name. “You could try Lucifer.”

He glared at her. “I did. It got shortened to Lucy within a week. Lucy is worse than Stan.” His bottom lip stuck out like a petulant little boy’s.

Her finger itched to trace the line of his pouting mouth. The Prince of Darkness had feelings, and he could be hurt, just like anyone else. Something under her rib cage did a slow flip flop. Her breath caught in her throat and then slowly let go. “How about if I stick to Dev? Not too formal, but without all the unmanly connotations.”

The Devil smiled at her. “That’s good. I, um, don’t usually tell people about the Stan thing. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t spread it around. It’s not good for my image.”

He trusted her to keep his secret. One of the most powerful beings in the universe had willingly given her power over him. Somewhere deep inside her, silently but surely, he was carving a place for himself in her heart.

The Devil, Dev, leaned over her. His eyes grew dark and heavy. “I believe we have some unfinished business to attend to. I want to hear you scream
my
name.

* * * *

“Dev. Dev? Dev!”

At the third shout, the Devil opened one eye and grinned at her. “We’ve finished for now, Jess. You don’t have to
keep
yelling my name. Believe me, I am totally, thoroughly satisfied.”

The firm, rounded cheeks of his arse were too much temptation. Jess leaned in and bit.

“Ouch.” The Devil leaped into the air. “You’ll pay for that.”

He looked ruefully down at his still sleeping penis. “Eventually. You’ve worn me out, woman. Still, what’s the point of being the devil if I can’t…” As he spoke, his cock began to stiffen and grow.

Wide-eyed, Jess watched it transform once more into a potent weapon. She shifted restlessly. The movement sent a twinge of pain through her overworked muscles and her abraded vaginal walls.

Instantly the Devil’s erection subsided and he knelt in front of Jess. “I hurt you?” He gathered her into his arms. “I’m sorry. I never wanted to do that.”

With her forehead resting on his chest, Jess gave a tiny shake of her head. “I’m not used to so much…activity in such a short time. I’m just a bit sore.”

The Devil cupped his hand over her tender flesh, and Jess winced.

“Relax, Jess. Let me make it better.” The warmth of his hand soaked into her, loosening aching muscles, soothing burning skin and taking away the itching tightness. He kissed her tenderly on her cheek. “We’ll take a break for a while. There’s a still lot more for you to see and do.”

His healing hands had taken her pain away. The bed was warm and tempting and they had so little time left. She wanted to stay here with him, storing up memories and experiences for the long, lonely rest of her life. She snuggled back down and held up her arms.

The Devil shook his head, stood up and held out his hand to her once more. “We’ll have time for that later. Pleasure comes in many forms. Let me teach you to embrace them all.” His sombre expression faded, and he smiled. “You’ll like what I have planned, I promise.”

“Where are we going?”

“To do a bit of shopping.”

Jess’ eyes widened. “I didn’t know you could shop in Hell.”

“Oh, not in Hell. I thought we’d try Paris. Are you ready?”

She barely had time to nod before she found herself standing next to the Devil, both of them clad in what was clearly designer wear, on a wide Parisian boulevard.

Jess took in the mouth-watering sight of the Devil’s elegantly powerful body dressed to bring any woman to her knees. “Let me guess, the Devil wears Prada?”

“And Armani. Or anything else that pleases me.”

Jess cast her eye over her own neat suit, in an interesting shade of ice pink. “And the Devil’s companion wears…?”

The Devil looked at her. “Chanel at the moment, but that can change. Come on.”

For the next few hours they strolled up and down the Avenue Montaigne. By the time they’d finished, Jess had a multitude of bags swinging by corded handles from her arms.

Jess was feverish with the excitement of a completely unrestricted shopping spree. It didn’t matter that the Devil could have, and would have, given her anything she wanted. The experience of actually being in Paris, shopping for whatever she wanted, was heavenly. No, not heavenly. She wasn’t going to risk offending the Devil again. The experience was amazing, delightful and unprecedented. She was having a Hell of a good time.

The Devil ushered her into
Galeries Lafayette
. Jess stared with slack-jawed wonder at the soaring, stained-glass dome. So what if she was acting like a gawping tourist? If there was one thing she was learning from the Devil, it was to do whatever felt good to her and not be ashamed of enjoyment.

At the fragrance counter, they worked their way through a selection of perfumes.

The heady fragrance seemed to stir the Devil’s libido to a delightful degree, if the way his nostrils twitched and his eyes went heavy and dark as he stroked his fingers over her wrist was any indication.