Heaven to Hell (A Naughty Box Production Book 1)

by Rue Volley

  “The women you were intimate with, what made you decide to mix the pleasure with the pain?” I look away after asking him the question and studiously observe a patron trying to haggle for a lower price on some kind of little bottled oil. Levi still has said nothing. I swing my gaze back to him, and his lion like eyes are already focused on me. What is it with the way Levi looks at me? So much fire crackles from within them and it makes me yearn to burn with him.

  “Will you be answering my question, or have I won this little get to know you game?” I ask it as saucily as I am capable of, which was most likely just cute, but it earns me another soul-shattering smile.

  “It kind of just happened one day. I mean are you really sure you want to know?” I nod yes to his question.

  “Yes, I went on a small sabbatical to visit the undying fields for a month, heavenly time. When I came back, you were in mid-coitus and spanking a very…robust woman…with a paddle. Her name I believe is Isabella Marie Cortez.” He lets out a large gust of air but continues talking. I can feel his thumb rubbing back and forth over my knuckles, the sweet gesture softening the blow of him telling me about another woman he once had sex with.

  “She was the first person I fed from like that. The first time we were together, she wanted me to hit her. I just couldn’t do it. She egged me on and on, but when she laid herself across my lap, she said it was just a spanking; one that she needed to feel good. I gave in, and it was drugging. Afterwards, my hunger was sated completely, and I could go for a month without needing any more pain. With the increase in hunger came the increase in the pain level I delivered to the person I am with. I hate it.” The self-loathing in his voice is overwhelming.

  “My mother…” He pauses for a beat. The subject of his mother is a sensitive one, even ten year after her passing. “My mother encouraged me to not harm others. The need to feed was mind over matter. It was only after her passing that I found out to curb my appetite she would hurt herself in my sleep while holding my hand. By hurting herself in some way daily, she fed me. Purposely stubbing her toe while we walked hand in hand, having me yank knots out of her hair while brushing it. I was young and didn’t know any better.” He pulls me a little closer as more people begin to show up to this little outside market. The sun’s heat brings out the subtle, mouthwatering sandalwood scent on Levi’s skin. I lick my lips and hear his breath hitch before he continues to speak.

  “I accidently cut myself in my late teens. It was deep, and the pain was…exquisite.” He shivers with the phantom pain memory, and it is unnerving. I am still trying to get past that I fed him last night with my virginity. And now I am blushing again. I turn my inner musing off to listen more closely to Levi.

  “Mother caught me one day and asked me why. The look in her eyes was pity, and I didn’t understand. When I told her how it made me feel, she decided it was time to tell me about my father. I asked her many times how she could go to bed with a demon. She would always make her face go blank and excuse herself.” He sighs deeply and puts his hand through his hair. It falls back into his face like an obsidian waterfall. My fingers ache to reach out and twirl the silky strands. His voice becomes smaller, and I find myself straining to hear him over the escalating noise surrounding us.

  “She took me to have the scars covered soon after. That it is why I have the tattoo here.” He lifts our conjoined hands to indicate the stunning and colorful dragon on his arm. I look at the tattoo closely, seeing the raised and slightly discolored slashes across the dragon’s hide and belly. Scars he inflicted on himself. Scars he is ashamed of.

  We walk over to a booth selling little red potatoes and green beans. Though I am loath to let go of Levi’s hand, I do, so that I can walk across the way to a booth selling beautiful watercolor paintings of the female form. They are painted in vibrant colors to highlight the elegant curves and facial expressions in each individual subject.

  “I would love to paint you, Beauty,” the proprietor says. I smile shyly. Strands of his long blond hair blow in the slight breeze making him look angelic. It makes me a little home sick.

  “Very sweet of you to say, but no thank you.” I turn my gaze away towards Levi and watch as he hands money to the man in the booth.

  “Are you sure? I can immortalize you. This face needs to be remembered forever.” He grabs my hand, and I look into his bright sky-blue eyes and flash on his life. After a beat of time, I try hard to yank my hand away, but his grip is firm and unrelenting. My strength is hampered by the hiding of my wings.

  The horrible man’s name is Nathaniel Montgomery the III and these beautiful paintings are all of women he was abusive to. Flashes of every hit and kick he gave these innocent women are delivered to me in detail by the touch of his hand. His touch is making the visions so much stronger.

  Nathaniel grew up in a rich affluent home with a controlling father who ruled his house with a sharp tongue and an iron fist. A fist he uses to bash on his wife with, on too many occasions. It is now a learned trait in which his son engages in gleefully.

  “Get your fucking hand off her.” Levi snarls at Nathaniel. I can feel his anger vibrate through me. So palpable it is a force pushing up against my being, amplifying my need to strike at the man. Nathaniel raises his hands to pacify Levi. The same ones that commit atrocious acts to such lost souls.

  “I’m just asking her if she would like for me to paint her.” He points towards me and I feel anger so potent rise like waves crashing against a sea wall. I step closer to Nathaniel not knowing that I have until I am a good foot away. Levi moves in to stand between Nathaniel and I, acting as a shield. Fury drives me to reach past Levi to swipe at Nathaniel and miss. This sorry excuse for a human need not ever put his hands on another woman again.

  “She already told you no. That answer should’ve been enough.” We are starting to attract a crowd with our behavior. I see people pulling out their phones, and it dampens my ire.

  “Whatever,” Nathaniel says rudely, “Take your bitch away from my booth.” I wholeheartedly agree…well except for the ‘bitch’ part and only because I do not want Levi to get in trouble. But before I can stop him, Levi pulls his arm back and his fist flies into Nathaniel’s face. His eye begins to swell immediately, and I cannot help but relish the pain that has just rocked the sadistic man. Levi shivers. I’m sure it is from the injuries he is inflicting on Nathaniel. I grab on to Levi’s arm and grip him as firmly as I can. He looks at me, and for the first time I see red veining seep into his golden eyes.

  “Oh Deity, Levi! Please, let us go before you get into trouble! Please!” I pull on his arm even harder, worrying about this new development. He takes a deep breath and nods yes to me. I take a relieved gulp of air and begin to step back.

  “Yeah, listen to your bitch. You pussy-whipped, mother fucker!” The obnoxious tone of Nathaniel’s voice was all Levi needed to hear. He was once again on Nathaniel, throwing his fist in his face and knocking him to the ground. This time, while Nathaniel is down, Levi delivers a swift kick to the man’s stomach. The gleam of satisfaction is prominent in Levi’s eyes. The angry red veining even more prominent, making my stomach churn at what he may be becoming.

  “Levi!” I scream to get his attention. We need to leave now before authorities are called in. I cannot bear to see any more of this barbaric display if it means harm will befall Levi.

  He grabs my hand, and we rush off the way we came in, swerving our way through the crowd. The sound of his motorcycle boots pounding on the pavement matches the thudding of my pulse. We make it to his car, and he hurriedly opens my door practically shoving me in and slamming the door. I just barely avoid my leg being amputated. He slides in on his side. The car door crashes violently into its frame. The only noise in the vehicle is of our heavy breathing. His hands clutch the steering wheel and it creeks under the pressure. I fear he will break the darn thing off.

  “Levi, are you…” My words cut off as he uses both hands to grab the hair at the nape of my neck, pulling me for
ward. Levi crushes his lips against mine, demanding entrance into my mouth with tongue and teeth. I part my lips for him on a moan, giving him the access he desires. Levi invades my mouth like a marauder taking everything he can from this kiss. He is so powerful to my senses. I grip onto his wrists, nails digging in to anchor myself. All I can do is take what he is giving me, and I revel in his ownership over my mouth. I pull slightly away and bite down on his lip. The action elicits a moan from Levi as his inner demon feeds on the pain. I use this short beat of time to catch my breath. His eyes are their fiery, gilded selves, swirling hypnotically. The red veining is no longer present. My chest is heaving, trying to catch the breath he has stolen with his kiss. My sex is slick with my arousal, and the need to be touched makes me throb.

  Levi moves his lips down my neck, setting his teeth firmly into the flesh and I yelp. He soothes the sting away with his tongue and repeats the action over and over again until he reaches my collar bone. My hands snake into his silky hair, and I pull.

  “Fuck, Celine. I need you so bad,” he says, groaning against my mouth. Our shared breaths are warm and erotic, as I lick at his lips. He lets my hair go, and I feel his hands travel down to the neck-line of my shirt. With both fists wrapped tightly in the material, he rips the top open, exposing my black lace clad breasts to his hungry gaze.

  “Beautiful. You’re so perfect, Celine.” He shakes his head and lets me go. Quickly, he turns away from me. “We can’t do this here. Buckle up now, Celine.”

  “But, but…,” I stutter out in shock that he is stopping this from happening, “What is wrong with right here, right now?” I can hear the whining in my voice. I am changed after last night. I am this new erotic creature, and I want him moving inside of me, now.

  “Jesus, woman!” Levi says, as I lean in and give his neck the same treatment he gave mine. Mmm, he tastes so good. I want to lick every part of him, I’m sure it could only get better after this little tease on my lips.

  “No, I…no.” He is growling all his words at me now. It is so earthy, and my nipples harden painfully at the thought of his tongue teasing them like the first night we were together.

  “You deserve better than a half-ass fuck in a parking lot, Celine. This is a place where anyone who dares to look into the window can see you.” He turns back towards the steering wheel again and jams the key into the ignition. “No one is going to look at or covet what is mine.”

  Oh Deity! He just said that I am his. The Neanderthal statement makes everything feminine in me pant for more. Once again, I am pathetic, but I do not care. I want him and the passion he ignites in me. Who cares what happens tomorrow?

  Levi reverses the car. The tires squeal in protest, and there is a rancid smell of burnt rubber in our wake as he speeds out of the parking lot. I grip the seat when we take a corner too quickly. Adrenaline courses through my veins, making me shake with need. I decide to amp up this situation, I unbuckle myself and lean towards Levi. I run my hand up his thigh and feel the hard muscles under my fingertips jump in response. I move my hand higher until I am rubbing Levi’s cock. His rigid sex is kicking up at me with the mere stroke over the soft denim of his pants. Such a powerfully seductive high takes me over. Knowing that all this, the beating of a man who dare touch me in aggression, speeding to get me home so he can have his wicked way with me is intoxicating. My heart expands in hope that I really am special to him.

  “You have to stop, Celine,” he tells me while I caress his length, kissing and licking at the lobe of his ear. I savor any taste of him I can get.

  “Why, Levi? Do you not like my touch?” My voice is unrecognizable to me. Who is this sultry woman I am channeling? Right now, it seems I would trade anything, even my wings, for the chance to be with this man.

  “You know why. And if you don’t take your hand off my cock, we’re probably going to crash into something.” He presses harder down on the gas. The engine revs up and I can feel it like a beast under my seat. The vibration of the vehicle is enough to make me pant. My body is so much more receptive after our last two encounters. It is now priming itself for the thorough workout I hope I am about to receive.

  “But you feel so good against my hand.” I press more firmly and start to play with the zipper. I pull it down at an achingly slow pace.

  “Oh God, Celine! We are so close to the house, Baby.” A light sheen of sweat begins to bead on his brow, and his grip on the steering wheel tightens with a crack.

  “I can’t wait to have the feel of your cock in my hand.” I put a heavy emphasis on cock, knowing the dirty word coming from me would amp up his lust.

  “Thank fuck!” He shouts out as the car comes to a hard stop, making me grip onto Levi so I don’t go through the windshield. He opens the door and pulls me out the driver’s side. Levi picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. He smacks my bottom, and we both moan at the delicious sting. Instead of him possibly kicking the door down, I mist us both into his place.

  “Why the hell didn’t you do that earlier?” He snarls as I slip down the front of his body. My feet barely hitting the floor before his hands are back on me.

  “Because you were driving,” comes out sounding garbled as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth. His lips are fierce on my own. Levi’s hands travel over my body, leaving electric tingles along the way. I slip my torn top off while he is ripping open my jeans. Sliding the denim down my thighs, I step out of them along with my shoes. He rushes at me, picking me up. My legs wrap around his waist. My back slams up against the cold wall, but it does not hamper the heat coursing its way through me. Our teeth hit as his kiss becomes all consuming. Reaching down, I shove my hands into his pants. Lucky for me they are already undone and barely hanging on his hips. My hand makes contact with his long, thick, rigid length, “Oh Levi, you’re so big.”

  He smiles against my lips, “Flattery will get you everywhere with me.” Levi slides the black lace bra up, exposing my breasts. My nipples are already beaded and begging for his attention. He succumbs to their request by surrounding one and then the other with the warm heat of his mouth, swirling his tongue and scraping his teeth all around the mound of my breast, making me arch. I grab his hair in my fists and hold him to me, not wanting him to stop the teasing of his lips against me. He removes his mouth but works one long lick up the center of my chest and neck to settle at my ear where he begins to speak. “Tell me what you want me to do to you, Celine. I want you to tell me in excruciatingly clear detail. I need to know that you really want this.”

  I can now reach down and wrap his hot sex in my hand. I smoothly run my hand up and down his shaft. The feel of velvet melded over steel makes me ache to have him inside of me. The crown of his member is hot against my palm and moisture beads there. I smooth my thumb around it and push my hand down his length.

  “Is this answer enough?” I say pumping my hand up and down, cupping the head of his member against my palm and rubbing around it in smooth circles. “I want you, Levi.” I moan as he slides a hand into the barely-there panties. He caresses my soaking core and my teeth sink into his shoulder at the sensitivity of my sex. Levi’s fingers are magical, playing in the wetness he creates with each glide against me. Slipping back and forth he brings the digits up to the hardened nub of my sex at an unrelentingly slow pace. “Please, oh please,” I pant.

  “That’s not going to be enough, Celine. Tell me what I want to hear.” The tension in me rises as he sucks hard at my collar bone and then soothes it away with each whirl of his tongue.

  Fine! He wants me to say it. “I want you to fuck me, Levi. I want your cock sliding deep into my pussy.” One of his hands clamp hard under my thigh, and I know there will be fingertip bruises in the morning that I will look lovingly on.

  “God, yes Celine. You’re so perfect,” he says while stroking himself over my panties and along the seam of my slick sex, teasing my core making me clench in anticipation. I unwrap my legs from around his waist. A look of confusion crosses his face and then disappoint
ment. He lets me slide down his body, and I drag my hand down his chest as I go. I keep making my way to my intended destination, the waist of his pants in my grip. I slide them over his legs as I settle on my knees, nails scraping lightly along his thighs. The jeans get caught on his boots but I do not need the shoes off for what I intend. I look ahead and his cock sticks up straight and proud. So thick and long; a vein runs the length and I want to feel it pulsing against my tongue. A slight feeling of trepidation flutters through me and I wonder how in the world he will fit inside of me. The head of it is plump and the creamy liquid of his pre-cum pools slowly at the tip. I tentatively lick around the crown and savor the unique flavor of his seed.

  “Fuck, Baby. That feels so good.” Levi’s words embolden me. I feel powerful in this giving of pleasure. Now I understand why it feels good for him to give me pleasure and receive none for himself. Levi’s hands hold the sides of my head while I give his cock long seductive licks. Up and down his rigid shaft my tongue works. I cup and fondle his sac the way I have seen many do before, and Levi’s hands tighten on my head. I can hear his toes crack from curling so hard in his boots, that I smile. I pull back and look up into his burning liquid eyes. There is a tenderness in them that goes beyond the fire of lust. I remove myself from thinking too hard about his feelings for me. Concentrating on the moment, I redouble my efforts, moaning at the wickedly erotic taste of him.

  “Celine…I can come from just watching that pretty little tongue teasing my cock.” His hand wraps in my long hair like a handle as I open my mouth and slide his cock in as far as I can, using my hands to make up for the length I cannot fit. I pull back and instinctively swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, “Yes, Baby, just like that.” His hands still holding my hair, he directs the pace of my mouth, taking him in. I pump my hands along his shaft and entwine my fingers to grip him more firmly. I look up at him. When just the head of him is in my mouth, my tongue circles it, collecting more of his flavor. I look up and Levi’s head is thrown back and his chest moves up and down at an almost alarming rate. “You have to stop, Celine,” he says, growling and pulling my head back. I fight for just a moment longer, sucking hard as he pulls out of the warm cavern of my mouth. My teeth scrape lightly on the head of his cock, making him pant harder.