Seducing the Devil

by Savannah Hill

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Damian hauled her up, preparing to toss her back onto the sheets, but she clawed at his jeans. Jerking open the top button, she grasped his zipper. He wasn’t about to let her anywhere near his dick and worked to keep his hold on her while pushing her hands away.

  Haley shoved her hand down the front of his halfway open jeans, bypassing his firm cock, and tightened her fingers around his testicles, squeezing them mercilessly in her palm. Every muscle in his torso clenched tightly as he bent forward.

  “Please let go.” He held her forearm with strained hands.

  “Not until you let me go.” She unzipped his jeans for a better grasp, freeing his erect cock from his open zipper.

  Damian groaned. “I can’t just let you go.”

  “Yes, you can! Please let me go home.”

  He roughly grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to the ground, and she took him down with her.

  She pulled him forward by his bruised testicles. The renewed stab of pain sent a fire of anger through him, and he reached down and pried her fingers away from his tender flesh.

  Haley gave him a begging look. “Please, I just want you to let me go.”

  “That will never happen.” Growling, finally loose from her desperate clutch, he wrenched her toward him by her wrists. Tears streamed down her face as he pulled her back to his bed, her bare skin sliding along the marble. “I have lost my patience with you. You’re lucky I don’t cane you for this, fucking little troublemaker.” He threw her down to the black sheets. They were drenched in his blood.

  Haley stared at the door, and he snapped his fingers in front of her face.

  “Run if you want. I will drag you back to this bed all night if I have to.”

  She looked pitiful, her blue eyes teary and beaten with fatigue. Blood soaked the sheer corset, her panties torn halfway off, leaving her lower half exposed.

  Bolting past him, she sprinted for the door. He caught her in a powerful hold and walked her backward. She struggled in his grasp.

  He leaned into her ear. “What do you think is on the other side of that door? It’s guarded by demons.”

  “Then I’ll kill them like I killed the others.” Haley caught his gaze. “After I kill you.”

  A vision struck his thoughts. He held her cold body over his lap, looking down at her dead face, and a crushing emotion made his chest tense up. The sharp agony subsided as the vision faded, leaving only the burning pain of the stab wound.

  “What are you doing to me?” He pushed her down onto the bed. “Beautiful little witch. You’re trying to torment me. What are those visions? Something you’ve imagined? How do you know what my car looks like?”

  “Those sex visions are obviously your imagination. I’m the one you’re holding captive, why would I fantasize about you, arrogant…rapist…prick.” Her eyes seemed to catch fire as she spoke, and she thrashed his face and chest with her nails.

  He pulled her closer, binding her arms in a tight embrace. “I’m not a rapist. I just rescued you from being raped, for fuck’s sake.” He covered her fighting body with all of his weight. “Tell me about the visions.”

  “I can’t breathe.” Haley sobbed against his bloodied chest.

  “Then answer quickly.”

  “I don’t know what they are! They’re the first ones I’ve had with the collar on. I can’t breathe. Please, Damian…”

  He jerked back with a sudden breath. It was the first time she’d called him by name, and the sound set something off in him.

  Panting beneath him, Haley looked up into his eyes.

  “Let me assure you, I’m not a rapist. But you’re sleeping in here tonight. In my bed. I should tie you up,” he grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling at the base of her neck, “but I’d rather just hold onto this all night.”

  She shook her head. “I will stab you in your sleep, I promise.”

  His naked cock lay between them, the hardness mashed against her stomach, and she tried to wriggle away from him. Leery of her movements, Damian leaned in closer.

  “I swear to Christ, if you kick me in the balls one more time, I’m going to have to tie you down.”

  She parted her legs and wrapped her thighs around him. Her hips tilted toward him as she squirmed closer.

  He growled at the friction of his still swollen testicles against her soft private area.

  “Succubus. I’m not falling for it.”

  “I would never, ever have sex with you,” she whispered.

  “That’s not what your pussy is telling me, Haley. You’re all kinds of wet down there.” He dragged his erection lower and hovered his mouth over hers. “I wouldn’t fuck you if you begged me.”

  “Don’t even suggest it.” She slid her gaze away from him. “I don’t want you either.”

  “Please. Your thighs are so tight around me right now. You want it.”

  Her lower lip trembled.

  “I saw your fantasy. I know you want me to lick you.”

  “That wasn’t my fantasy.”

  He slid his length over her wetness. “I don’t know, Haley. Your thoughts are pretty focused on my cock right now. And I do have this nagging urge to find out how you taste.”

  “You’re repulsive.” She breathed the words.

  “You imagined me holding you in the dark, telling you how beautiful you are.”

  “You imagined those things…” She pulled her brows together with a tiny shake of her head.

  “When was the last time you came, Haley?”

  “What?” Her breath quickened. “I don’t have to answer tha—”

  “Just tell me. When did you last have an orgasm?”

  “I don’t know.” She looked away. “I don’t remember.”

  “I want to make you come.”

  Her gaze flashed toward his. She opened her mouth to respond, but he buried her words under his kiss, slowly tasting her.

  “This is what I can do to your pussy if you let me.” His words resounded inside her head as he stroked his tongue along hers. “Say yes to me.”

  Her thoughts betrayed her, dreamily agreeing to whatever he asked.

  Damian stopped kissing her and moved lower. He let his tongue glide over her clit.

  Gasping, Haley shoved his shoulders, but he didn’t move from between her thighs. She breathed a moan as he brushed his lips across her. “No one has ever…kissed me there before.”

  He groaned against her soft cunt. He trailed his tongue along the edges of her pussy lips, savoring the taste. He’d never enjoyed oral sex, but there was a strange familiarity to the insatiable desire.

  She trembled with need. He morphed to his forked, demonic tongue and gave it to her freely, sliding it all over her clit. He’d never wanted so badly to hear a girl come.

  Her nails skidded over the back of his head, and she moved her pussy closer to his mouth. He scraped his teeth over her plump clit, and it pulsed under his tongue.

  Softly moaning his name, she held him firmly against her gushing orgasm.

  He licked her thoroughly and trailed his forked tongue upward. Haley flinched as he skimmed it along the scarred skin.

  He slowly unhooked the front of her corset. He wanted to hear her make that sound again.

  “Don’t touch my stomach.” She turned her face, hiding behind her palms.

  He kept unhooking her corset, disturbed by the affectionate emotions moving through his chest. “Why not?” He loosened the last hook, and the red fabric fell open, freeing her heavy breasts. He ran his palm between them, bringing his fingertips down her body, and brushed across the large R branded to the side of her belly button.

  “It hurts,” she whimpered behind her hands.

  Though it was still new, the burn had healed. She was insecure about the scar?

  He brought his mouth to her supple throat, fully exposed, and a shiver crossed her skin under his lips. “You know you’re beautiful, witch. Don’t pretend you aren’t seducing me right now. Even with the collar on,
I’m powerless to you.”

  Haley refused to look at him. “Why do I want you so much? I shouldn’t want you.”

  “Because my cock can make you feel good,” he breathed into her ear. “You deserve to feel good, Haley.” He touched her bare breasts, holding them in his hands. “I want to hear what it sounds like when you come on my cock. You make the sexiest sounds when you come.”

  “I thought you wouldn’t fuck me if I begged you.”

  “Let me fuck you.”

  She slid to the other side of his bed.

  Silent, he debated whether to just leave her alone for the night. He’d never had to pursue anyone for sex before, women had always been readily available for him. He wasn't accustomed to rejection, but it only made him want her more.

  “You didn’t like the way my tongue felt?”

  Haley glanced over at him. “I liked it.”

  He moved toward her, and she leaned away from his touch.

  “If you don’t want my cock, maybe you’ll let me slide my tongue inside you.”

  “No.”

  Damian paused. Her thoughts brimmed with sensual desire. “I already know what you want, just say it.”

  “Why don’t you just take it? I’m your captive, remember? Why are you pretending to be morally upright?”

  “I’m not a rapist.”

  “Well, that is a rare quality around here.” Haley darted her gaze downward.

  The stab of pain her voice triggered an intense protective instinct.

  He pushed his erection down into his jeans and zipped them. Taking her arm, he drew her closer. “I know they raped you. My uncle and his demons.”

  Haley leaned into him. She nodded under his chin.

  “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you again.”

  “I don’t believe you.” She nuzzled closer. “You can’t keep me here forever.”

  “I’ll keep you as long as I like.” He plunged his fingers into her thick cinnamon hair. “Lie down with me; let’s go to sleep.”

  The wound in his chest was still bleeding, and he felt slightly off from all the blood loss. He pulled her against him as he sank into a plush black pillow. She relaxed in his hold.

  The intimate position seemed strangely routine as he drifted asleep.

  Startled awake, consumed by a deep shock of emptiness, he shot up in bed. The haunting vision of the seductive witch, lying dead in his arms had plagued his dreams.

  The sight of her sleeping serenely beside him set off more unwelcome emotions he’d never felt before.

  He climbed out of bed, ignoring the unsettling tenderness in his chest. Her taste still lingered on his lips, and he poured a glass of whiskey to calm his nerves. She was changing things somehow, and he had a lot at stake. His focus should be on the new station he was about to take as leader of Hell, not the slave in his chambers.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Haley roused from heavy sleep to find Damian naked across the room, pulling on a pair of sweatpants. The wounds she’d inflicted on him had practically healed.

  “I’ve had your clothes moved to another room.” He tossed a silk robe onto the bed.

  She slid it on with a frown. He meant to put her in the dungeon. Lowering her gaze, she slowly moved off his bed and followed him out the door.

  He stopped at a guest room nearby and the tension in her body loosened.

  “Meet me in the dining room for breakfast.” Without looking at her, he turned and continued down the hall.

  She took a shower in the new bathroom and cleaned his blood off her body with shaking hands. His cold tone frightened her. She thought of all the serial killers that wined and dined prostitutes before brutally murdering them.

  He seemed more pliable when she was underdressed, so she selected a black corset that covered her scar and tiny panties that were just ribbons laced over her sex. Then she slipped on a pair of black high heels.

  Keeping her thoughts clear, she wandered past the empty kitchen and snagged a large knife from a magnetic strip on the wall. She slid it up her back, hiding it under her corset.

  Damian stood beside the dining table, chewing a piece of bacon when he saw her and forced his gaze away. “What are you wearing?”

  She shrugged a shoulder. “Practically nothing.”

  “I can see that,” he grumbled.

  Haley ate a few grapes from the long table and drifted closer to him. “Does it bother you?”

  “You can wear whatever you like.”

  She moved her fingers under the dainty ribbons across her pussy, drawing his gaze to her erotically moving hand. She used the other to pull his sweatpants down and stroked her palm along his growing cock.

  In a swift motion, she grasped the knife at her back and held the edge of the blade to his groin. “Take off my collar.”

  His eyes turned black as he took hold of her wrist with a jerking grip, and her fingers loosened around the knife’s handle.

  “You think I haven’t had those cut off before?” He stepped forward, startling her. “Being immortal makes me an interesting torture subject.” He clenched her wrist with a steel grip until she let go of the weapon, and the blade clattered to the floor. “Bad girl.”

  Damian pulled out a high-backed chair from the side of the dining table and laid her over his lap as he sat down. He wrenched her panties down her legs and spanked her bare backside, slapping it hard. His erect cock pressed against her stomach.

  Her pussy surged with sensation at the abrupt smacks from his open palm. She swallowed the aroused moan in her throat.

  Damian stood her up, and she stumbled a little in her high heels, holding her hands against her sore backside, staring at him as heat flooded her face.

  He put away his raging erection, covering it in his sweatpants, and eyed her panties, still gathered down around her knees. He shifted his glare away from her.

  She promptly brought the ribbons up around her hips, shaken and flush with arousal.

  “I know you want your freedom.” He ran his palm over his mouth and shook his head. “Very soon, I’ll take over the throne, replacing my father as the dark lord. Raden is already upset that I took you. If he found out I also freed you, he’d lead an uprising against me. The ascension rituals have already begun. As soon as I finish them and receive the dark powers, I will reign over Hell.” He glanced at her with stunningly beautiful green eyes. “If you can remain passive until then, I’ll give you your freedom.”

  Still unnerved by the longing sensation in her sex, she stood silent for a moment. “Why would you do that?”

  “I don’t need a slave, especially one as cumbersome as you. I have more pressing things to concern myself with.”

  She couldn’t bring herself to trust him. “So, you’ll just release me when you come into power.”

  “As long as you’re compliant, I’ll send you wherever you’d like to go.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  Damian shrugged. “You’ll have to trust me.”

  Haley pressed her lips together. “False hope is the worst kind of torture,” she whispered. “I won’t be obedient until you take off my collar.”

  “Absolutely not.”

  “I won’t hurt you.” Haley took a step toward him. “Without the collar, I could read your mind and know for sure what your intentions are.”

  “My thoughts are guarded, you couldn’t read them anyway, and if I took off your collar, I would be at your mercy. That’s never going to happen.” He gave her a dark stare. “When I receive the powers of the throne, and I’m stronger than your magic, that’s when the collar comes off.”

  “You have to give me something.” She gripped her hands together. “I can’t just give up the fight because you made a promise. It will be a demonstration of mutual trust.”

  Damian remained silent, and she continued.

  “It isn’t just about my powers. The collar is…degrading. It makes me feel weak and chained, like a pet. I promise I won’t ever hurt you again. Read my mind,
you’ll see that I’m telling the truth.”

  “I was reading your mind when you stabbed me, and when you attempted to castrate me. You apparently have a way of hiding your thoughts.”

  “Then look harder.” She bit her lower lip as arousal ran through her.

  Damian entered her mind, poring through her thoughts and memories. Emotion welled in her chest as he caught glimpses of her happy life before her capture, surrounded by smiling faces. Now, she’d focused all of her energy and life force on one goal, freedom. There were no malicious thoughts toward him.

  “I can see you liked that spanking a little more than you let on.”

  She swallowed, her backside still stinging from his abrupt punishment. Her heart pounded as he grasped the collar. The powerful restraint snapped open, and he set it on the table.

  Haley reached to her bare neck, overwhelmed by the small victory. “Are you really going to let me go?” She tried to stifle the hopeful joy rising inside her.

  “If you can keep yourself from knifing me until then.” He looked at her scantily clad body. “I don’t know where you keep pulling those out from.”

  “I promise I’ll be good.” Haley felt a hint of a smile forming on her lips for the first time since she’d been abducted.

  “Better be, or I’ll have to spank you again.” He reached for a piece of fruit, and Haley gingerly took hold of his arm. He flinched at her touch.

  Her powers came to life, opening his inner thoughts to her, revealing a string of bone-chilling torture imagery. Damian, strapped to a table. A tiny witch with short black hair cooing at him in a sing-song voice. Her hands painfully toying with him. She called him her pet while she burned and tortured his naked body with her black powers.

  Haley moved closer, and he stiffened at her power-charged touch. She slipped her arms around the iron muscles of his bare shoulders and pressed her forehead against him.