Heaven to Hell (A Naughty Box Production Book 1)

by Rue Volley

  “But I am a human! A human! I can’t kill him. And even if I managed to inflict some damage, I’d be dead faster than I could blink. And I know,” I squeezed my eyes tight, “that when he kills I’ll be his forever.”

  “But… never mind.” He stood and paced the room.

  “But what?”

  “Nothing.”

  “No. Not nothing. Something.”

  “If I killed you, you’d be mine.”

  “Yours.”

  “Yes. Mine. But I too, would be yours just as I promised lifetimes ago. And then we’d bide our time. Wait for Gabriel to come to us, because he will. He will not give up. And then you would get the opportunity to exact your revenge.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and stepped back, giving me the room he seemed to know I needed.

  “And your revenge?”

  “Yours is mine.” He extended his hand to me. “But you have to trust me.”

  “But you could just kill me whenever you want.”

  “I could, yes. But I wouldn’t take your choices from you, even for my own selfish reasons. Mila,” he took my face in his hands, “I have loved you longer than I can remember. You are so much a part of me, I forget where I end and you begin. But I couldn’t live with myself if I forced you to stay.”

  I reached up to grab his hands and said the first word that popped in to my head. “Yes.”

  For the first time since Gabriel discarded me, I wasn’t afraid, I wasn’t lost, I wasn’t broken. Deep down in my gut, I knew Damien was telling the truth even if I could only remember slivers of that life.

  “Yes?”

  “Will it hurt?”

  “No, Mila. I would never, could never, hurt you.”

  I closed the distance and pressed my lips on his somehow knowing everything would be all right as long as we were together.

  EIGHT

  We laid gazing deep into each other’s eyes in anticipation, and my mind swirls between seriousness, joy, and uncertainty. He whispered, "Are you ready?"

  I thought back to our first night together.

  “Don’t worry, Mila. I know what you need. When the time is right, if you let me, I will fuck the soul out of you. Without a doubt.”

  I knew there would be no going back once I made the choice. “Yes.”

  Damien carefully rolled over and positioned himself between my legs as I spread them wide to give him access. We were perfectly aligned.

  Interlocking his hands with mine, he steadied himself and leaned down to kiss me as he slowly entered. He smiled as I gasped. Each thrust was deep and slow, and he made sure to slow me down. We both wanted the moments to last.

  Falling into a rhythm, my hips met his thrusts, and I was more vocal than I could have imagined. Untangling my hands from his, I reached around his neck to pull him into a deep and passionate kiss. He reached back to pull my leg up, tucking my knee under his arm while his other hand gently caressed my face, tracing his thumb across my lips before moving to my throat. The slightest bit of pressure sent my stomach fluttering with pleasure.

  I claw down his back and said, “Please. Don’t stop.”

  Confusion circles me as he smiles and pulls out.

  “Shh.” He cut off my pleas.

  He entered me again, deeper than before, and pulls out again. I knew he could see I was teetering toward the edge, and he took my nipple in his mouth and bit down.

  My heart beat faster and faster with each thrust, each with more force than the last. When he pulled out one last time, he leaned to whisper in my ear while rolling my nipple between his fingers. “What do you want?” My breath is heavy and uneven and he knew he had me right where he wanted me.

  I had trouble finding my voice so he repeated, with whispered force, “Tell me what you want.”

  Lifting his head, he kissed me gently, his tongue tracing the curve of my lips and I finally found a voice to answer, “I want you to fuck me.”

  Excitement danced in his eyes and, as his teeth graze my chin, he answered by slamming every inch into me. Harder than any other thrust yet, he was fully inside me. Pump after pump, I grew wetter and wetter, breathed heavier with each passing moment, unable to actually formulate any word, just grunts and moans as I felt all of him inside me.

  Each moment passed slower than the one before, and I felt myself melt into him, connecting in a way that I’d never thought possible. Connecting in the way he’d shown me earlier.

  I felt his throbbing shaft became even more engorged and knew he was about to fall into me when he slowed down, pulled out, and grabbed his cock in his hand, slowly sliding it between my folds, caressing my clit with his tip. My body responded and I vibrated, barely able to mutter, “Keep going.”

  “Mila, please.” He buried his face in my breasts.

  “I’m here.” I wrapped my arms around him and tried to calm his shivering.

  “I thought I lost you.”

  Pulling his face in front of mine I said, “I am here now.”

  Our lips grazed softly at first, then with more hunger. I took his bottom lip between my teeth and bit down, tugging. His moan sent the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy as heat spread from my toes, up my legs.

  His hand slid down my body and he pushed four fingers inside my pussy with force and I cried out his name.

  “I love hearing you say my name.”

  “Damien,” I whispered.

  My hips lifted as I moaned and writhed on the floor. He brought his mouth down and sucked my clit, I could feel it swell, throb, and I was torn between crying out in pleasure or sobbing in pain. Blood rushed to my lips and I cried out, grabbing his hair so hard I could’ve sworn I saw stars. I smiled, pulled him up, grazed my teeth along his jaw, and shifted my legs, rolling on top of him.

  With one hand on his balls, I squeezed gently and said, “I am going to put your cock in my mouth and you aren’t going to move. You aren’t going to touch me. You’re going to lie there and let me suck your cock until your head spins. And then I am going to fuck you.” Damien’s face flushed and he reached his hand up to my face. I grabbed it and pushed it to the floor. Squeezing him just a little tighter I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “I said, no touching. It’s my turn.” His moaned response was all the encouragement I needed.

  I knew he wouldn’t dare challenge and I moved my mouth down—it was my turn for a little tease. Just as he did, I held my mouth above his cock. I knew he could feel my breath and wanted to be inside me. He pushed up, but I squeezed, repeating, “My turn."

  He quickly relented and I drooled onto the tip, my hot spit sliding over his swollen head and down his rock hard length. I admired his glistening cock before I sank my mouth to the base, holding it still while I massaged his balls.

  “Fuck.” Damien tangled his fingers in my hair and push up hard into my mouth, deeper than I thought I could handle. But just as quickly as I took him in, I pulled my head up. His cock came out of my mouth with a pop as saliva stretched from his head to my lips. A little dizzy, I squeezed my eyes shut, recovering from the pressure of his cock in the back of my throat.

  I didn’t care. I wanted more.

  I sank the length again, this time causing a little gag. Rhythmically, I pumped my mouth up and down while grasping his balls with one hand and slipping a few fingers from my other hand around his cock every brief second my head came up. My fingers well lubed, I slipped one down under him and into his ass. As his balls shrank and he cried out, I realized that might have been enough to send him over the edge.

  I wasn’t ready for it to end.

  I slipped his cock out of my mouth and released my grip on him. Without saying a word, I straddled his hips, guided his cock and slid down, a deep moan escaping from the depths of my soul. Damien took over hard and fast right away, penetrating me with his full length. It was almost too much.

  Leaning back, I placed my hands on his thighs and continued to bounce, gyrating with his cock growing inside me. He reached forward, one hand guiding my hips and t
he thumb of the other played with my clit. Electricity sparked through me, and I yelled out his name, coming in waves until I fell on top of him, spent.

  He continued to thrust up into me, slamming me harder and harder with each thrust. I had to hold myself steady and our lips met for a brief but intense kiss. The force of his thrusts pushed me to the edge, yet again. He was able to hold back, but my thighs began to shake and I squeezed them together, trapping him in my grip.

  “I want you to come again,” he whispered.

  “I can’t.”

  My body began to tire, my energy sapped and I tried to catch my breath, but he wasn’t going to allow that. I seized and rolled off him, lying next to him on my stomach with every muscle quivering. I knew what was happening. I knew the final orgasm would seal my fate and I would be his.

  Positioning himself behind me, he grabbed my ankles and pulled me towards him, lifting me to my knees by my hips and slamming into me.

  “Fuck!” I screamed out in dizzying pleasure. This time, my orgasm was uncontrollable and I tried to crawl away, just for a break from the intensity. Reaching down, Damien grabbed my wrists and continued pound me from behind. Face in the carpet, I moaned, yelled, and squealed. No one had ever made me come like that before, and he showed no signs of slowing down.

  With each thrust, warmth spread through my body. With each scream I let out, the harder his cock became. It was so intense, I felt like I was being ripped in two. Pictures and memories flooded through me.

  Damien and I holding hands.

  Damien sleeping next to me.

  Dancing.

  Laughing.

  Kissing.

  And a scream.

  The moment I was taken flashed and I screamed for Damien.

  “Mila!”

  “Damien, please!”

  “Stay with me. Mila, stay and be mine.”

  Time stood still and I responded, “I will.”

  With one last thrust, he emptied himself into me, and the whole world shattered.

  NINE

  When Damien called for me, I knew I was ready. Admittedly, I was nervous and my fists opened and closed in time to the click, click, click of my heels on the stone floor. He and I had been getting to know each other again. I could feel the connection, he craved it, but I was always looking over my shoulder, waiting for the other shoe to drop. But life with him in Hell was better than any lifetimes spent in Heaven with the likes of Gabriel or Eryn.

  “Fuck,” I muttered the word to myself in frustration every time I thought of how she fooled me, erased me, and attempted to rebuild me how she saw fit.

  Damien explained Gabriel would continue looking until he found me and would follow me wherever I went. At first, I didn’t understand until I realized that having someone wanting to have me was entirely different from them needing to have me. And Gabriel searched because he wanted to wreak havoc, because his desires overtook him and clouded his mind. But it didn’t matter. When the opportunity came, I was going to use it to end him.

  I paused at the entrance to Damien’s workspace, smoothed my dress and adjusted my cleavage.

  “Enter.” A female voice floated through the door as soon as I lifted my hand to knock.

  The door opened and I stepped inside what could only be described as a waiting room. I didn’t venture to this area of our living space too often, and I was always taken aback at what I found. Instead of chairs, chaise lounges, floor pillows, and velvet wrapped sofas were placed around the area. Couples and threesomes and the occasional single writhed and moved in time to the moans and screams of ecstasy that echoed through the space. And every time I entered that room, my pussy tightened and my clit throbbed to life.

  To my left, Misha was lying on the couch with her red hair splayed around her head. Armand was poised on all fours above her sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. Jasper, too, was on his knees with his tongue in Armand’s ass; Misha effectively spreading his cheeks far enough apart to make way for Jasper’s thin face and thick tongue. My clit twitched.

  To my right, Eliza was riding Hale’s cock while Simeon penetrated her ass. She screamed every time Hale lifted her and dropped her onto his shaft. Simeon was sure to keep his thrusts timed precisely as his hand fisted into her long silver hair. As Eliza was lifted off one cock, another pushed deep inside her. It was beautiful. My clit ached and sweat ran from my temples down my jaw before dripping onto my shirt. Simeon caught my eye and snaked his tongue toward me.

  “Mila.” Damien opened a side door and strolled, ignoring Jasmine’s flexibility and dexterity as she finger fucked herself raw. Her mocha colored skin, toned legs, slender arms, and long fingers were of no interest to him. He leaned in, kissed me, and took my breath away.

  “You look beautiful.” Damien’s bright blue eyes glittered with mischief.

  “What’s going on?” I raised an eyebrow.

  “I have a surprise for you.”

  “For me?” I smiled. I loved his surprises.

  “Ah, yes. Please. We will go to my office.” I followed him. “Are you having a good day, my dear?”

  “I am.”

  “Be careful.” He pointed.

  “Are you comfortable here? Is there anything you need?”

  We stepped over Adelaide and Geena as they explored each other with hands, tongues, and lips. Soft moans and mews fell from their mouths. Geena’s small breasts and hard nipples begged to be sucked. Adelaide’s curvy ass screamed to be pounded.

  “Everything is going wonderfully. I feel so comfortable here,” I answered while keeping an eye on Geena’s fingers pushing in and out of Adelaide’s soaked pussy.

  Geena reached up and grabbed my leg, sinking her nails into my skin.

  “Join,” she whispered before guiding her fingers dripping with Adelaide’s cum into her mouth.

  “Next time,” I promised her before following Damien into his office.

  I was surprised to see that I wasn’t the only one there. A hooded, wide-shouldered figure sat on the chair with his back toward me. Dark hair peeked out of the hood.

  “What is this?” I motioned toward the figure, and Damien placed his finger on his lips to quiet me.

  The man wore a white suit stained with splatters of fresh blood. My hands instinctively fisted.

  “You feel it too?” Damien smiled when he saw I realized he was watching me. I hadn’t even noticed I was close enough to touch him.

  “What is it? And who is he?” It felt like he was all over, touching me inside.

  “What you are feeling, Mila, is your desire. And he,” he nodded toward figure, “is what you desire.” His voice softened as he spoke my name.

  “No.” I stepped back, aghast that he would ever consider my desires to lead me elsewhere.

  “You see,” he continued, “his presence has caused quite the conundrum, and I am not quite sure what to do about it.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You remember when I would help you satisfy a certain need?” He winked and I knew.

  “Yes.” Revenge.

  “Well, revenge and the desire to complete it are two different things. Sometimes, the desire makes us crazy, drives us mad. Other times it fuels us, drives us. But once that desire is quenched, some move on and others falter looking for something to fill the void.” He waved his hand. “Or something like that. What the hell do I know? I didn’t make the rules.” His smile was wicked and under it, not quite hidden, was his own thirst for revenge.

  “And you brought him here?”

  Damien leaned back and sat on the edge of his desk while I stood looking between him and the hooded body. “It seems as though Gabriel—”

  “Gabriel.”

  “Yes. It seems as though he fucked up. Royally. He figured out where you were, what we did to get you here and came anyway. His pompous arrogance has led him to some terribly poor decisions.” He kicked Gabriel’s leg. “Isn’t that right, Gabriel?”

  “So, he did come for me.”


  “Yes.”

  “So now I can—” I found myself leaning over and trying to see through the cotton shroud.

  “Carry out your revenge.”

  “I can kill him.”

  “Yes.”

  “And that will end it? I’ll be free?”

  “Yes. You will be free to go, if that is what you want.” His gaze dropped to the floor. “I told you that you have a choice, Mila. And you have one now. You can walk away and I will kill him for you. Or you can do it yourself. Either way, my promise remains. You will not be required to stay.”

  I chewed my lip. “Wake him up.”

  Damien stepped toward Gabriel.

  “But don’t take off the hood. Yet.” A smile found it’s way to my lips.

  I circled the room, keeping my eye on figure in the chair. By the time I circled once, he was awake enough to run his mouth.

  “Damien! You fucking coward! Give her to me.”

  “You dare come here and give me orders?” Damien’s boot connected with Gabriel’s knee.

  “You know I seduced her. Fucked her. Shoved my divine cock in her ass.”

  Damien slapped him across the head, but Gabriel only laughed.

  “I can smell her, you know. I can smell her fear. Her lust. I can taste her on my tongue.” His hooded head twisted and turned, as if he were looking for me. “You remember my tongue, don’t you, Mila?”

  “Shut up!” Damien lifted his fist.

  “No!” I yelled. Both men froze. “You can hit him after I get Gabriel under control. He has a bit of a temper, you know.”

  “He does?” Damien faked surprised.

  “Brutal.” I smirked and paused to let the comment sink in as I walked over to the wall, taking down a long thin sword that was heavier than I’d imagined.

  “Mila.” Gabriel spoke.

  “Can you take his hood off?”

  Damien obliged and I pulled a chair in front of Gabriel sitting, slowly crossing my legs, catching his attention and smiling as he licked his lips.

  “You came for me.”

  “I did. You know you don’t belong here.”

  “Who are you to tell me where I belong?”

  “I fucking own you!” His eyes widened and anger vibrated through me.