The Devil Made Me Do It by Alysha Ellis Read Free Book Online Page B

excitement. The frantic pace of his strokes stirred her to passion and her heavy eyelids drifted shut.
    “Look at me.” The Devil’s voice was harsh with command, low and gravelly with desire. “Don’t you dare close your eyes. Look at me and know what we’re doing. Know what it means. Look at me when you come. When I come.”
    Her eyes snapped open and she stared into fiery orbs, where her own face was reflected. The low throbbing presaging her climax began to beat deep within her.
    The Devil stopped, held himself still. His body clenched and vibrated with the effort. A tiny drop of sweat rolled down his forehead and caught in the corner of his eye like a tear. She reached up a hand, caught it on her finger and drew it down to her lips.
    A shudder passed through him so strongly that she felt it, even inside her, where they were joined.
    He lifted his hips and pulled his cock back, almost to the point of withdrawal. With a groan so loud it was almost a shout, he plunged back into her. All restraint, all control was gone. His thrusts pounded into her, beating, punishing. Hard and heavy. One hand tangled in her hair and pulled her head back. His lips devoured hers, biting and tasting. His tongue ravaged and claimed her mouth as surely as his cock filled her.
    It was rough and wild and drove all thought from Jess’ mind. Her skin flushed as the blood pulsed in time with his savage rhythm. Her muscles drew up tight. She twisted and turned and writhed, trying to feed the unbearable need. Her body hungered for release even as she begged, “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
    The words were barely out of her mouth when the first waves of orgasm hit. The walls of her vagina clenched and released, over and over. The pulsing went on and on, like wings of darkness beating against her. In the distance she heard the Devil’s shout, felt his body tense and jerk as he followed her over.
    Eventually the Devil pulled away from her. He slumped to his side and hugged her to him so strongly, it almost crushed her rib cage.
    His face was unreadable, the expressionless mask he sometimes wore firmly in place. The silence grew threatening.
    At last the Devil rolled on his back and looked at the ceiling. Jess struggled up onto one elbow. He spoke without looking at her. “I did everything I could to make you learn to like it here.”
    Jess fought against the urge to tell him just how much she did like it, how little she wanted to leave. But what would be the point? He was the Devil, Master of the Underworld. He could have everything he wanted. She was just his latest plaything. How could she explain she wanted to be more, to be the one he wanted forever?
    To save herself the humiliation of letting him know how much she cared, she summoned up another falsely happy smile. “Of course I like it here. It’s a really interesting place, and I’m grateful for the chance to see what Hell is really like. You’ve been a wonderful, giving…” The right word escaped her. Fling? Mind-bending experience? The man she loved and always would? “Er, host. When I go home, I’ll do my best to correct people’s misconceptions about this place.”
    The fires of Hell, conspicuously missing during her stay, kindled in his eyes. “A host? I’ve been your host? Is that what you think? You’ve had the package tour, now you’re leaving? Can’t wait to go back and tell people about your fascinating little adventure? Has all that we’ve done together meant nothing to you?”
    He spat the last words at her, loaded with contempt and something that seemed very much like pain.
    Jess stared at him in confusion.
    “No. I don’t want to go home. And I know, we both know, you’ve been much, much more than a host. But I do have to go back. I…”
    He reached up, cupped her chin with his hand and forced her to meet his eyes.
    “Why? What do you have to go back to that is so important? I want you to stay here with me.”
    Hope flickered in Jess’ heart, but died