Seducing the Devil

by Savannah Hill

  “You scarred my fucking face, cunt. Get over here.” Talis caught her by her hair and slammed his fist into her cheek.

  She dropped to the pavement. Rough hands held her down as the four men surrounded her and Talis roared into her face.

  “Look what you did!” He grabbed her legs, slippery with blood, and spread them wide. “Now I gotta get plastic surgery or some shit, you stupid bitch.”

  Talis fumbled with his belt and yanked it open. A hand grasped his chin, and his eyes flashed as he was struck from behind.

  Damian shoved him to the ground, and Talis fell in a heap.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  He turned to the other men holding her. The darkness inside him had become visible, coating the air around him. The man he had hit was likely dead, he’d felt the spinal cord snap under the blow. Blood streaked along Haley’s legs, it had soaked through the edge of her white skirt. The men still hadn’t released her. Murderous, Damian glared at them. Noah would give him hell if he killed off four more of his soldier friends, but these fuckers had it coming.

  They wisely let go of her and fled, leaving their fallen comrade on the driveway. Haley sat up, holding her face where the fucking coward had punched her.

  “You’re bleeding.”

  She nodded. “He bit me.”

  The wound was somewhere under her skirt. Damian clenched his teeth. “You were fucking him?” He knelt down to help her up.

  Her gaze snapped to his. “No.” She stumbled, sitting hard on the ground. “I was sleeping on a couch.”

  “Are you all right?”

  She stared at her attacker, slumped over nearby. “I think so. Is he?”

  He swallowed, shaking his head. The look of horror in her eyes sent a stab of guilt through him.

  “He might still be alive.” He lifted her, turning her away from the body. “His friends will come for him.”

  Her little arms slid around his shoulders, and she breathed in at his throat. This was a dangerous path.

  “I’ll take you home.” He needed to complete the task quickly and be done with it.

  “Why aren’t you on your throne?”

  “It’s a demanding role, but I’m able to take a break every now and then.” He found the place in her mind and focused on it, creating a black cloud around them until they stood in her dark bedroom.

  Damian laid her on top of the thick comforter covering her bed. Lights around a mirror above her vanity table cast a soft glow. He stepped back onto a plush rug. Everything in her room was soft and lovely, like her.

  “I’m going back home.”

  “So you do live there? You live with an Adversus soldier?” Haley slid her skirt up to inspect her wounded thigh, and he looked away.

  “Yeah, we’ve been friends for a long time. I have to go.”

  “Wait. Please don’t leave.” She hurried off the bed. “H-how are you?”

  He lowered his gaze. Fucking miserable, but she shouldn’t have to know that. “I’m not as conflicted now that I know the truth about our situation.” He glanced at her. “How are you?”

  “I’m…” Haley shrugged. “I don’t know how to feel, actually.” Thoughtful, she slipped off her heels. “I didn’t get to tell you how grateful I am. Or say goodbye even.”

  Her words dug into his chest somehow. He didn’t want her gratitude. Though he couldn’t expect anything more from her, considering it was forbidden. But in another life, their original future, she had fallen in love with him. Or had she? Maybe even then, his feelings were stronger than hers.

  “Well. Goodbye.”

  “Is that it?” She stepped in front of him, clutching her arms across her middle. “Our last goodbye?”

  “What difference does it make how we say goodbye, Haley? You would have left me whether my father revealed the truth or not.”

  Her features twisted, and she covered her face with her hands. “I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to leave you.”

  “I know. I’m sorry.” Setting aside his bitterness, Damian guided her toward the bed. “Lie down; you’re still bleeding.”

  “Are you upset with me?” Haley slid onto her bed.

  He sat on the edge. “No.” He lifted her skirt, stained with blood. The wound was deeper than he thought. Ugh, she wasn’t wearing any panties, this would be difficult. Consumed by the dark power, he had become more animal than man. The idea that another male had been between her legs sent a shock of possessive rage through his chest.

  He parted her legs and lowered his mouth to her bleeding inner thigh. Haley stared down at him and opened her legs wider. He licked along the bite marks, healing her with his tongue. When the wound had closed, he kept licking. Her soft skin drove him insane. Her sweet cunt was so close to his lips, and she wanted him. She tugged her skirt higher, showing him her tender pussy.

  With a groan, he backed away. “I have to go.”

  “No, wait.” She grasped his shoulders and moved in front of him. “I just…can you please stay a little longer?”

  He lowered his head. “If I stay any longer, I’m going to end up fucking you.”

  Haley tightened her grip, dropping her gaze. “I don’t think I can sleep without you tonight.”

  Fuck. His cock was at full attention, pressed against his zipper, and his self-control had wavered since he’d acquired the dark power. “Then you need to put on some fucking clothes, angel.”

  Her pretty eyes lit up at the name. It had slipped out. He’d never called anyone that before. Though she certainly fit the description. She disappeared into her closet, rustling in drawers for a few moments, and emerged wearing a pair of tight black sweatpants and a small pink T-shirt. The thin cotton barely contained her bare breasts. Goddamn her tits were nice.

  She grasped onto her elbow, pressing her lips together. “Will you hold me?”

  He drew in a breath and nodded. Haley swept a strand of hair behind her ear and climbed onto the bed beside him. He took hold of her and pulled her close as he lay down.

  She settled against his chest. “Do you like being the dark lord?”

  Damian dragged his fingers through her silky red locks. “It’s better than the alternative.”

  She cuddled closer. “I still can’t wrap my mind around the sacrifice you made. I can’t ever stop thinking about it.” Pressing against him, she leaned up and brushed her lips over the stubble on his neck. “About you.”

  He cleared his throat. She was going to make this difficult. “Well, now you can live a normal life.”

  “But I could never be with anyone else. Knowing that you’re in Hell because of me.” Her soft tongue skimmed across his ear, sending his cock into a painful state.

  “This is the only way.” His whisper came out ragged.

  “I suppose so.” She slipped her hand under his shirt, tracing her nails along his abs. “I miss the way you touch me.”

  “You know I can’t touch you, Haley. I’m not meant to have you, that’s the arrangement.”

  Her fingers slid downward, grazing the top of his jeans. “Can you touch yourself?”

  Damian swallowed. She was breaking his control, and she knew it. She took his hand and moved it to cover the needy ache at the front of his jeans.

  Her full lips lingered over his mouth. “Let me watch you stroke yourself.”

  His hands seemed to move on their own, unbuttoning his jeans. She got to her knees and eased off her pants, revealing transparent red lace panties. Damian jerked his boxers lower.

  Gazing at his hard cock, Haley spread her legs apart. “Show me.” She massaged her clit through the lace.

  He stared between her legs, grasping his sore cock, and ran his rough palm along his arousal. It wasn’t enough. He had to feel her touch, her little hand stroking his need. He growled in frustration.

  “I need more.” He stood up, yanking up his jeans.

  This was too much to take. He needed to leave.

  Haley rushed out of bed and clasped his hands, then brought t
hem to her lips.

  “Haley, I can’t—”

  “Shh…” She took his finger and slid it into her soft mouth.

  “Fuck.”

  Closing her eyes, she glided her tongue along his calloused palm. His mouth went slack as she licked it with long, wet strokes. She lowered his hand underneath his boxers and closed his fingers around his stiff organ.

  Damian moved his hand over his shaft. He rubbed himself under Haley’s watchful gaze. She lowered to the floor, on her knees in front of him, and brought her mouth to his slick tip.

  “No, baby. It’s too dangerous.” He held her chin, keeping her plump lips away from his cock, pumping with need.

  She gazed up at him with a whisper. “There’s no rule against you coming on my tongue.”

  He groaned, hardly able to breathe. “Touch your pretty clit for me.”

  Her eyes hooded as she moved her fingers under her panties and slowly teased herself.

  She moaned softly. “I’m going to come.” She opened her mouth, inches away from his cock.

  Her erotic panting was sending him over the edge. He ached to shove his dick into her mouth. She whimpered in orgasm, opening her mouth for him.

  “Ugh, fuck yes, angel, show me your tongue.” He jerked his cock faster.

  She leaned closer as he came, letting him spill onto her tongue and open lips.

  Damian grunted. He breathed in deeply and ran a hand over his jaw as she swallowed and licked her lips. He’d just fucking released, and his dick was still miserably hard.

  “It isn’t enough.” He could never have her like he needed to. Closing his jeans, he crossed the room and sat down in an armchair. He dropped his face to his palms.

  Haley followed and pressed his shoulders back against the chair. She climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Her hair fell softly around him. She took his hands and moved them up her body, over her little shirt, across her perky tits.

  He gave a ragged groan. “Why are you doing this to me?”

  “I need you.” Her hand wandered under his jeans, finding his erect cock.

  “You know the fucking rules, Haley.”

  “I know.” She leaned toward his ear, clasping it gently between her teeth. “But I need your cock, Damian.”

  He growled at her, darkness pulsing through him. She pushed him further, sliding her lace-clad pussy along his lap.

  “Fine.” His sense of control snapped, and he stood. He grabbed her wrist and drew her toward the bed. “You want me to fuck you?”

  He stripped her shirt over her head, and her breasts bounced, suddenly on display. Beyond rational thought, he closed his mouth over her bare nipple, hungrily sucking. He groaned, pulling away before he drew blood. Snatching a hairbrush from the vanity table, he spun her around and gave her ass a few hard smacks with it. “Get on the fucking bed.” His voice didn’t sound human.

  With a hint of reluctance, she followed his command. He pinned her wrist to the white iron headboard, then wrapped her T-shirt around it and cinched it tight. She stared at him with shining sapphire eyes as he jerked his own shirt upward. He swiftly tied her other wrist to the headboard with his shirt and shifted his focus to her panties. Despite the flash of fear in her eyes, Haley parted her legs for him. He grabbed the red lace, his hands cloaked in dark shadow, and ripped her panties apart. The evil force roared through him, mingling with his suffocating lust.

  He pushed her torn panties between her lips, into her mouth, and grabbed the hairbrush. “Show me your clit, dirty girl.”

  She spread her legs wider, and he slapped his fingers between them.

  Her panties muffled her soft moan, driving him further into madness. He swatted her clit a few times with the back of her hairbrush and then turned it, assaulting her pussy with the bristle side. Her naked breasts heaved as she tilted her pretty cunt toward him.

  Damian rubbed the bristles along her clit, and she whimpered, her toes curling into the comforter.

  With a growl, he advanced, crawling over her until his face hovered above hers. “You belong to me, beautiful angel. Understand?”

  She nodded, staring deep into his eyes.

  “Good.” Damian shoved the handle of the hairbrush inside her, and she moaned around the lace in her mouth. He kept thrusting and dropped his voice to a hoarse whisper. “You are mine, naughty girl. I will fuck you anytime I want.”

  Her eyes went glossy as she rode her hips with his harsh thrusts.

  A tap at the door jarred him from his trance, and he halted, holding the brush handle inside her.

  “Haley?” A male stood in the hallway. “Can I come in?”

  Damian gently pulled the red lace out of her mouth, and she swallowed, still tethered to the headboard.

  “No, I’m…” She licked her lips. “I’m just really tired, sorry Adam.”

  “Oh sure. Hey look, I’m heading out on a mission. Be gone for a few days. You gonna be all right here by yourself?”

  “Yes, I’m fine.” Haley cleared her throat lightly, her bare breasts steadily rising and falling.

  “Well, you let me know if you need anything.”

  “OK. Be safe.”

  “I will.”

  The man’s footsteps moved down the hall, and Damian leaned in close. “Who the fuck was that?”

  “My brother.”

  “Oh.” His jealousy faded into guilt as he realized he still held the hairbrush between her legs. He slid it out of her and tossed it aside. She glanced at it with a little smile as he untied her wrists.

  “Wh—I thought…”

  “That was a fucking risk, Haley.” Damian shook his head. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

  Unbound, she sat up, and her breasts jerked with the sudden movement. “But…”

  “No.” He stood, picking up his T-shirt. “I can’t handle being around you. This has to be the end, Haley.”

  He pulled the shirt over his head, and she lowered her gaze.

  Her hand gripped between her breasts. “I can’t do this.”

  Damian grunted. “Neither can I. Jesus, you’re irresistible.”

  She shook her head and held her face in her hands. “I can’t live like this.” Her tiny cry tore into him. “Why did you change my destiny?”

  He pushed his hands into his pockets with a jagged breath. “I can’t live without you, Haley.”

  She cleared her tears as more fell from her glittering blue eyes. “But, you already are.” She swallowed. “I need you, Damian.”

  Her soft whisper broke him inside. What did she want? The only other option was death, and the blood-signed contract proved he couldn’t handle that.

  “Just live your life.” He sat down beside her, drawing her into his arms. “I need you to do that for me, baby. Otherwise, all of this was for nothing.”

  She clutched him tighter. “There has to be another way. This is dark magic. There must be a way out.”

  “Haley. If you push him, my father will gladly take the opportunity to fulfill his promise and torture you in front of me. He won’t let you die until he’s torn you apart.” He caught her chin, tilting her face upward. “Don’t make me go through that.”

  Her lower lip trembled. “Lucifer will find a way to torture me whether we follow his rules or not.”

  He let go of her and turned, staring at the floor.

  “My aunt knows all about the dark arts. I could visit her coven in Florida. There might be a spell or—”

  “Leave it alone, Haley.”

  His stern command struck her silent. She shifted away from him and moved her knees under her chin.

  His stomach twisted at her downcast expression. “I’m not trying to be harsh.”

  She nodded, brushing a tear from her cheek.

  “It won’t hurt forever.” He paused. “You’ll move on.” His voice hitched, and he took a breath. “You’ll be all right.”

  Her teary eyes had turned crystal blue. “What about you?”

  “Don’t worry about me.”
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br />   “I can’t help it.” She lowered her chin to her chest and hugged her knees, closing her eyes. “I’m in love with you.”

  Damian sat frozen still as warmth coursed through the darkness in him, deep in his heart, easing the aching pain he’d endured there since the demons dragged her away from him.

  He climbed on top of the bed and slid his arms around her. He swept her thick curls away and nestled his face against her neck, tightening his hold on her. Haley leaned into him and breathed a tired sigh. He laid her back onto the pillows and moved on top of her, enveloping her naked body.

  “Get some rest, angel. Tomorrow we’ll visit your aunt’s coven.”

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  The miserable ache in his chest had lowered to his groin. She was so close and yet forbidden. He couldn’t handle another night like that.

  Fresh from her shower, she loosened the towel in front of him and slid a soft white sundress over her head, wearing nothing underneath. Longing need raged through him alongside the dark current. She stepped into a pair of wedge heels and bent over, tying dark blue cotton ribbons around her ankles.

  Tightening his jaw, he turned away from her. There was no point in going to see the coven, but she was so optimistic. He had to at least try.

  She gave him an adorable half-smile. “Ready?”

  Nodding, he stood up. He pulled her into his arms and let the black energy engulf them. The throne’s power seemed to grow stronger each time he used it. The darkness disappeared from the air around them, and they stood before a massive gray house on a secluded property. Horses grazed in a grassy field behind the house.

  Haley moved to his side and slid her hand down his arm. She grasped his palm.

  The evil shadow inside him seemed almost visible in the bright sun. As they approached the front porch, the back of his neck prickled. He doubted there could be anything inside the ranch house worse than he’d already seen in Hell. His instincts had most likely triggered because of past fears. Meeting an entire coven of witches had been one of his worst nightmares.

  Another chill ran through him as he pressed the doorbell, and Damian clenched his fist. No witch’s powers could compete with what resided in him now. He mindlessly toyed with Haley’s long strands of cinnamon-red hair. The silk between his fingers soothed him.