by Claire Marta
I’d torture, maim, and murder for him too. Raise hell and enjoy every single second of it with the blood of our enemies painting my hands. With trouble knocking on our door, one way or another, I’ll never get bored.
The coolness of a stone tomb sends goose bumps over my skin as I’m gently perched on top of it. I shiver as his lips search my shoulder, neck, exploring to my mouth.
Caressing up my legs, he brushes the material of the black dress out of the way. As he delves past my inner thighs, I hitch in a breath.
“You’re not wearing any panties.” His tone is purely sensual as he finds my wet heat. “Devious woman.”
“I thought we were leaving?”
“We have time for this.” He’s so arrogant. Yet, he knows he can’t always get what he wants when it comes to me. I’m not as predictable as he first imagined. I’ll flip everything he plans on its head just for the fun of it.
Our mouths fuse, bringing with it hellfire racing between us. Whimpering into his mouth as the kiss turns savage, I shudder with delight. Buttons ping free as I rip open his shirt. Warm, muscled flesh meets my searching fingers. Finding the raised scars, I trace the initials with my fingertips. He’ll wear my mark forever. Digging my nails deep, I keep the pressure up until he hisses against my lips.
“Just a reminder, darling, of who you belong to.” I whisper, nipping his bottom lip between my teeth, giving it a sharp tug.
His answering growl vibrating through me has heat pooling between my legs. When he reaches for his zipper, I stop him.
“Wait. I have a better idea.”
Gaze locked on his, I hop off the stone and sink to my knees. I can’t hide my hungry wanton expression. I’m greedy when it comes to him. Unbuckling his belt, I tug the zipper down. A pair of black crisp underpants come into view. The unmistakable outline of his huge cock is clear against the material. Mouth watering in anticipation, I can’t wait to have a taste. Fingers hooked in the waist band of both materials, I drag the garments down to his thighs.
The fact anyone can see us doesn’t bother me. It just serves in turning me on further. There’s nothing hotter than when we have an audience and I know we both enjoy it. We’ve done it in public more than once now and having lustful eyes on us makes me want it even more.
His glorious cock springs free, hard and waiting. “On your knees before me at last,” Lucifer purrs, smug and arrogant.
Wrapping my fist around his shaft, I stroke his length. Moaning, his hips push forward, pressing more insistently into my palm. It twitches in my grip, swelling larger.
“Don’t get used to it.” I tell him with a haughty raise of an eyebrow.
I enjoy having him on his knees face buried in my pussy just as much as he loves me taking his cock like this. Swirling my tongue over the rim, I taste the bead of pre-cum at the end. Caressing, fondling, I work the length of him, lavishing attention along his shaft, licking him from tip to root.
“Fuck yes.” It’s a hiss as he bucks forward.
With a long, wet swipe down, I nuzzle a ball sack before sucking it into my mouth. Letting out a harsh breath, Lucifer fists my hair, a silent command to continue. Hand pumping his cock, I roll the ball with my tongue before releasing it with a pop. Giving the other one the same loving courtesy, his excitement builds.
Rocking his hips forward, his moans get louder. Teasing him, I string it out with soft torturous touches. I know just how to drive him nuts. Welcoming him into the warm wet cavern of my mouth, his shaft throbs in reaction. I moan, the sound vibrating around the meaty flesh.
“You look stunning with my cock in your mouth.” Eyes dark with desire, his stare is fixed on mine.
His praise makes me want to please him more, but the need to toy with him is stronger. Pulling back, I tease him. Closing my lips around the crown, I flick it over and over. Grunting, his grip in my hair tightens at the same time I slick my hand up and down his base.
“Either start sucking like the slut you are or I’ll start fucking that beautiful face.”
I know he can feel and see my lips stretch wide in a wicked grin. He may be the Devil, but he’s not the only one who enjoys playing games. Over and over, I bring him to the brink, only to draw him back.
Cursing, his hands move to cruelly clutch my cheeks, holding me in place and I know his patience has finally snapped. Thrusting, he jams his dick as far down my throat as it will go. Hips working in a rhythm, he pumps in and out of my mouth, breathy grunts and moans growing louder. As he rides my face every thrust sends pleasurable jolts down to my pussy.
It doesn’t last long. Throwing back his head, he comes hard.
Cum fills my mouth in long leisurely blasts. Swallowing it down, I don’t stop until I have devoured every last drop. His love-making has become more sadistic when it suits him, but I wouldn’t want him any other way. I’m addicted to what only he can give me. Maybe I’m more of a masochist than I realised.
Rocking back on my heels, I swipe some of the salty liquid from the corner of my mouth away with my thumb. Body on a slow thrum of arousal, I know when he fucks me at home he’ll have me screaming his name over and over.
“I want to see Lucinda and Rosella pleasure you with their hands and mouths while I watch.” He tells me, tucking away his spent cock.
At the mention of his whores I inch away. “I know you haven’t slept with the sluts since we’ve been together, but that still doesn’t mean I like them sniffing around you like bitches in heat.”
A smirk flits across his sexy lips, eyes half-mast with a dangerous light I know so well. “Let’s make a bargain. If you grant me this fantasy, I’ll let you kill the one who displeases you the most.” Offering me his hands, he helps me up off my knees.
“You say such romantic things,” I reply coyly back. There’s no denying the intimacy we share even if its sick and twisted.
He gives me a bow. “I aim to please, my Flower.”
“All right. I agree to your terms.”
I’m free to be who I am. He doesn’t try to curb my needs and urges. In fact, he encourages them uninhibitedly. The Devil is aware of every one of my vast, dark desires.
“You two lovebirds done fucking yet?” Raziel asks, voice laced with irritation, observing us from the gravel path. “I really don’t need a bunch of high and mighty angels breathing down my neck. And baby Juliana is due her next feed.”
The small bundle in his arms chooses that moment to fuss loudly. Tiny fingers clinging to his hand she lets out a hungry wail. Sympathy and worry take over. Without any need to think, my legs move and I don’t stop until I’m beside them.
“Hey, hey, sweetheart, it’s ok. We’re going to get you some nice milk and then we’ll have a cuddle.” I croon softly, taking her from his arms.
Quietening down, she stares up at me with eyes just as emerald as her father’s. I can’t imagine life without her now. She’s become my whole world. All of them have.
We’re a family. Not a conventional one, but the Devil and his Queen protect their own. If that means bloodshed and taking lives, then we welcome the challenge with relish.
Rocking Juliana, I sigh. “I know Gabriel’s a little over protective.”
“Obsessed is more like it. Why do you need angelic bodyguards when you have us to protect you?”
Protective arms encircle my waist, bringing me into the heat of a masculine frame. “The agreement was both sides would have warriors to protect my Queen and daughter as part of the new peace treaty.” Lucifer reminds his second in command.
“Who would’ve thought she would bring Heaven and Hell closer together?” Downy soft, I lovingly caress my baby’s cheek.
“If she’s anything like you, Mavi, I don’t have any doubts that she will be anything other than exceptional.” There’s a gleam in his devilish eyes. “Let’s go home. I want you all to myself after she’s been fed and put down for a nap.”
Raziel huffs, brawny arms folded over his chest while he scans the graveyard for signs of troubl
e. “The way you two fuck you’ll have another babe in her again before she can blink.”
From the smirk on his lips, I can see that’s Lucifer’s plan.
“You will always be my Flower in the darkness. My Heaven and my Hell. Happiness and torment. The only creature who has ever been able to bring the Devil to his knees, my beautiful deadly Queen, and make him enjoy every fucking second of it.”
“I love you too.” Cupping his cheek with a free hand, I guide his mouth down for a passionate kiss.
This male holds my heart. He loves me like the King he is and fucks me like a savage. They call him a monster. Weaver of lies. The great deceiver. Yet the Devil himself has wept for me. Fought for me. Taken me in his dark embrace.
He’s my salvation.
My love.
Together, we’re a symphony of pleasure and pain that will never end.
Coming Soon
The Cease Fire series will continue with Raziel’s standalone story.
The Devil’s Plaything Playlist
The Devil’s Plaything Playlist
The Only Way Out – Andra Day
Look What You Made Me Do – Taylor Swift
Paint It, Black - Ciara
Bleeding Out - Imagine Dragons
Howl – Florence & The Machine
Bad Girl – Avril Lavigne, Marilyn Manson
Mad Hatter – Melanie Martinez
Monster – Semonthy Jones Remix
Devil In Me - Halsey
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About the Author
Claire Marta has a passion for writing and finally took the plunge and became published with her first book, Frostbite, Book One in The Hunter Chronicles.
She has always been a fan of everything paranormal, especially romance books.
A native Brit, she lives in Italy with her husband and daughter. When she is not writing, and drinking copious amounts of tea, she enjoys taking photos of her adoptive country, trying to stay fit with running, reading amazing books and being a stay at home mother.
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Also by Claire Marta
The Hunter Chronicles Series
Frostbite (book one)
Dark Desires (book two)
Claimed by Magic (book three)
The Serpents Kiss (book four)
Twitch (book five)
Standalones
Coloring Under The Covers
The Ceasefire Series
The Devil You Know (book one)
