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  Asmodeus felt his internal heat rise up through the pit of his stomach. He wanted to lash out. All his attention was on the archangel. A second of clarity came to him. The sun, the breeze. The idyllic Italian vista flooded his mind. Thousands of locals and tourists alike milled around on the nearby promenades, in the harbor itself. Although they didn’t seem to hear the argument or know the two opposing forces, he calmed his anger. If not, he wouldn’t be responsible for the chaos and destruction he would let loose.

  “Almost, Asmodeus, almost. It’s a known fact, that we the angelic host always end up clearing up your mess. Even Lucifer laughs at your misdemeanours.”

  “Fight me all you want. You won your last battle. The whore. But this one you will not win. I will have Elizabeth Cromwell. I will have her, by deception, or by true love.”

  “You are incapable. You will never find her. I have her, safe and sound. I have my host protecting her.”

  “I have the entire community of hell working for me. Deal or no deal, Elizabeth Cromwell is mine by birthright, by my own blood line. You will lose this one Azreal. It is my turn. Now get the fuck off my yacht. Your very presence stains it.”

  Azreal smiled and stepped back onto the walkway, turned and walked away.

  Asmodeus reluctantly watched as his foe walked from the port and disappeared. With a sigh, he turned and took out his anger on two beautiful actresses with pure lust.

  Chapter Three

  Elizabeth straightened her back, running the front of her hand across her brow. The slick sweat stuck to her skin and she rubbed it off on her shorts. She was cursing the fact that she’d forgotten a hat at this point. She let her gaze scan the landscape until she found Jared. Her lips curved up in the corners as she watched him.

  One month.

  They had been there now one month and not a word was uttered from the mute monk. She knew his name to be Josef, and that was all. He spent the same amount of hours scanning books and scrolls with her and Jared. Elizabeth also knew that the key to breaking the curse wasn’t in saying you wanted out. You had to bargain back and give the devil something he wanted. From what she could tell, she was what he wanted and that was about it. The whole thing was turning out to be so much more complicated.

  However, she had been free. For one whole month, nothing. Not a quiver, not the feeling of being watched, nothing. She felt comfortable enough to sign up for online classes at the university Jared attended. He was doing the same, refusing to leave her after the break was over.

  “I trust me with you, that’s who I trust.”

  As she followed his movements over to the well water and scooping up his lunch from the older, gentle monk she had come to know as Paul, she looked down at her nearly full basket of grapes. Harvest had come nearly as she’d shown up and she was more than willing to help. Not only had they taken her in, but they were all tirelessly trying to find her out clause.

  She bent to pick up the basket and walked over as quickly as she could to the truck that would take the grapes to be juiced. First, each individual grape would be tested for ripeness. Elizabeth was happy she’d learned something new, something that got her mind off of all the bullshit that her life had become.

  Quickly, she brushed off her hands and headed over for a cup of water and a sandwich. She followed Jared up the small incline and over the hill. The huge cypress that watched over the small alcove into the ocean was their spot. She and Jared had claimed it nearly a week after coming. Whether it was to read, research, write, or to just be still together. It was theirs.

  “Are you stalking me again, Bethy?” Amusement was clear in his tone.

  “Such a fine piece of meat. How could I resist?” she joked back. “After all, I can’t let the town girls think I have let you go.”

  Jared turned quickly and pulled her in close. Her breath stuttered to a stop, yet her heart kept pumping blood so fast it filled her cheeks and that hot spot between her legs.

  They did this a lot.

  Flirt.

  Play.

  Then they would retreat.

  Jared seemed to be unsure how far to take her so soon. She was just worried she would come off some harlot from hell who’d been officially tainted by Asmodeus. Elizabeth flicked her tongue out, caressing her bottom lip as she gazed up at him. Her fingers made circles on his t-shirt, damp from his hard work. His muscles were flexed and tense from lifting and picking.

  I want him.

  Oh, she did.

  He was everything she’d dreamed about since getting into this mess. Normal, loyal, unselfish, and so handsome he seemed unreal. They’d started sleeping in the same bed again a few weeks ago. Nightmares hit Elizabeth hard and she’d been worried Asmodeus had found her again. Turned out she had a little PTSD from her experiences at the convent.

  “Elizabeth,” he breathed.

  She nuzzled against his chest and breathed him in.

  “I’m going to kiss you. I’m not asking permission. I need it. I’m done being patient and following rules. I need to taste you,” he growled.

  Gulp.

  “Um, yeah, okay—yes?”

  He didn’t wait for any more. He cupped her cheek and she rose to meet him on tip toes. Jared’s mouth slanted over hers and she leaned into the kiss. Slow, careful, passionate. He tasted like man, salt, and fire.

  God, did fire even have a taste?

  Elizabeth realized she was on her back when she pulled away for a breath and he was over her. The sun glinted through the trees behind Jared’s head. He looked down at her in awe.

  “Can I have you?” he breathed.

  He didn’t wait for an answer. Jared took her lips again and this time it was deeper. His tongue nudged her seam open and he owned her mouth. He played with her while seduction filled the world around them. His hands coasted to her hips and she dropped her legs open. He rested his groin between her legs and pressed up against her. Elizabeth allowed a whimper to escape as she met his slow grinding motion.

  She broke the kiss and tilted her head back. His warm kisses trailed down her jaw, her throat. His tongue swirled in the sensitive hollow. Jared’s strong hands kneaded her hips, pulling her in close as his engorged cock nudged at the seam of her shorts. Her clit pulsed. She was so wet she could feel the moisture soaking her panties and through the denim.

  “Please, God, please, more...” she whimpered.

  Normally, begging wasn’t in her nature. In this case, she wanted him inside her. They connected, they fit, they were perfect. Then a throat clearing shattered their pretty little passion bubble. Elizabeth’s eyes flashed open and looking down at them was Josef.

  His look wasn’t totally displeased. Mischief clouded the serious expression. Josef’s gaze travelled towards the sun and they got it. Time to close up for the day and come in for more research. Jared lifted off her with a groan. He reached for her, taking her hand, and began to pull her to her feet. She hadn’t realized her necklace had shifted. The chain was caught in a root that had pulled up from the ground, and the delicate links snipped apart. The pendant slipped to the ground with an almost audible thud.

  Everyone froze.

  Jared reached down and it was then that Elizabeth felt it. Arms, all too familiar, wound around her waist. The gravelly voice that turned her whole body to putty.

  “Gotcha.”

  “Jared!” she screamed.

  She saw Jared jump for her just as the world went dark.

  ***

  “Jared?” she whispered.

  A dull ache had settled into her shoulders. When she attempted to blink the fog away, Elizabeth found the world was still dark.

  Am I dead?

  Nope, cause my arms hurt something annoying.

  She tried to ease the ache but realized with dawning dread that she couldn’t move her arms. The kiss of a chill over her belly and nipples brought the realization that she was naked as well. Yet she still couldn’t see. Her legs were lifted up somehow and she wiggled her ankles, realizing they were
bound and she was spread-eagled.

  Elizabeth jerked helplessly at the bindings. The only comfort was the soft silk sheets under her that kissed and caressed her skin.

  “Jared? Really, my sweet one? You really want to piss me off even more after the stunt you pulled with that little boy?”

  Right.

  She shifted her head to the side, blinked, and realized her lashes brushed fabric.

  Blindfolded. Trapped like a rat in a cage.

  “Now, how are you going to make this up to me?”

  “Fuck off!” Elizabeth growled back at him.

  She didn’t want to play; she wanted to go home. Or back to Jared, rather.

  “Racking up the punishments, I see.” His deep, gravelly voice was calm. He sounded reasonable, and that only pissed her off more.

  “I don’t want to be here!”

  She felt the bed dip next her and a wet heat covered her right nipple. His tongue flicked, his lips pulled—and her pussy got wet. Elizabeth fought to control her breathing, tried to shift her torso away, but with her legs bound to the ceiling, spread the way they were, she was royally stuck.

  Hands.

  It felt like he had so many hands as they worked her body. Asmodeus plucked at one nipple while biting and sucking the other. His other hand travelled right between her legs. Without so much as a warning or foreplay, he shoved two thick fingers in her tight pussy. She was wet, her body betraying her to this beast.

  His deep, mocking laughter didn’t help.

  “I see your greedy little cunt missed me.”

  His lips trailed up her chest. He lingered on her throat. Teeth and tongue zinged right to her clit and her hips jerked off the bed.

  “My naughty little whore.”

  “I’m no one’s whore,” she said between clenched teeth.

  Asmodeus swirled his fingers inside her, hitting just the right spot as his thumb circled her clit, and that was enough. She erupted. Stars exploded behind her closed lids and she cried out for more, spewing out naughty bullshit that she would beat herself up for later.

  Slowly, she came down from the orgasmic high, his fingers still playing in her wetness. Hot breath teased her ear.

  “My little whore, only mine. If you ever let that child touch you again, I’m going to let Theresa and Patrick fuck you until you are weeping for me to come for you. They have particular—fetishes—that aren’t for the weak at heart.” He paused, kissing his way over one cheek to her other, catching the tears that spilled out from under the silk blindfold. “Are we clear, sweet one?”

  “Y-yes,” she stammered.

  He was gone. The heat he took with him left only the chill which forced her body to tremble.

  “Now. I’m going to get us some food. You wait right there. I’m going to make you come until you pass out. How does that sound?”

  He didn’t wait for a reply; he was gone.

  Elizabeth felt shattered. All the calm, the ease, the freedom was demolished. One petty mistake and she was God knows where with HIM. The fucker that wanted to steal her life.

  She knew the moment he came back in the room. Asmodeus didn’t make a sound as he no doubt swaggered. Elizabeth shifted her head back and forth, trying to remove the blindfold. She heard tisking close to her ear before the bed compressed and his heat washed over her. The familiar scent of sulfur, brimstone, and fire—like a fireplace was always alight with him around—filled her nostrils and she caught herself as she started to lean into him.

  “Don’t fight it, sweet one. At the end of the day you’ll give in,” he started. Elizabeth could feel a speech coming on. She wasn’t in the mood but being bound like a slave to his whims didn’t really give her much of a choice. “I’m not very patient. As you can tell, you’re not very resistant to what I can offer you in the ways of passion.”

  Elizabeth felt something cool touch her bottom lip. She jerked away and icy liquid dribbled on her cheek.

  Asmodeus sighed. “Must you be difficult about everything!” It wasn’t a question. She could feel the heat in the room rising from his annoyance.

  "Did I give you the misguided impression that I wanted any of this?" she snapped.

  Silence filled the room. The temperature rose, and she whimpered. His weight didn't leave the bed and she could feel him move closer just before she heard a slight humming.

  "I was going to allow you to eat before I wrung the truth from you." His voice was low. That threatening edge started a heat between her legs that spread out through her thighs and tightened her nipples to the point of pain. "But I see I need to break you before I get some compliance."

  The threatening rumble of his voice was the only warning she got before warm fingers spread her wet pussy lips. Elizabeth's hips jerked off the bed and his rumbling laughter sent a pulse of fresh heat through her. She tried desperately to wriggle away from his probing fingers. A thick digit slipped up and down her betraying slit that was so slick with her hunger for him she could feel the sexual moisture as Asmodeus's finger circled her opening.

  "Your body is so honest about wanting me," he purred. "I wish your mouth was that honest. Maybe filled with my cock it will start mumbling the truth."

  Elizabeth yanked on her bonds. She thrust her hips and fought with his hold on her. The ominous humming got louder, the room hotter. Hell wasn't below her, it was here, in this fucking bed.

  Without warning, his fingers pinched her clit before his tongue and teeth nudged at that kinky pain that shot through her body and forced her cunt to clench desperately. She was shaking her head from side to side.

  "No, please, don't..." she pleaded with him.

  "God, I love hearing you beg. Soon it will be for my cock down your throat," he promised.

  "Never," she swore.

  Asmodeus laughed. The effect it had on her was a mix of fear and arousal so strong that when he pinched her clit she panted, crying out a curse that made her a liar.

  "Now, my sweet one. Who do you belong to?"

  She bit down on the inside of her cheek as she clenched her teeth. Elizabeth was breathing hard through her nose, fighting with everything inside her to hold back the orgasm.

  "I can't have that boy stealing what is mine. You will say who owns you, now!" he roared. His patience was at an end. She pressed her lips together hard and shifted her head to the side, her intent to appear to look away from him. The blindfold made the effect useless.

  "Very well, my stubborn little toy," he rumbled.

  Elizabeth soon discovered what the humming was, when a sharp vibration touched her clit and she screamed her release. Hot fire flashed through her cunt. Her inner walls pulsed almost violently as she came harder than she knew she could. She felt the wet heat gush from her gnash as she her hips thrust at the air.

  "Please, please, please..." she begged.

  His lips caressed her cheek, her body still pulsing with orgasm. Asmodeus didn't release her from the vibration; he shifted it down to her quivering hole and pushed it inside her. Elizabeth jerked her hips, her cunt swallowing the little device that vibed her full, wet passage.

  "Look at that greedy little snatch eat my little lie detector." Amusement laced his tone.

  "F-fuck you," she stammered.

  Asmodeus pressed his lips to her nipples. His tongue swirled around the tight nub and her pussy swallowed the device deeper. The low timber of his voice filled her with foreboding. This wasn't over by a long shot, she realized.

  "Not until you say who owns you."

  "I will never give you what you want." Her threat came off weak as she trembled on the cusp of a fresh orgasm.

  "As you wish, my love," he growled before he took her mouth with his.

  The kiss was rough, possessive, and demanding. He thrust his tongue into her mouth as his fingers invaded her tender opening, and pulled free the vibrating torture device. Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief, but it didn't last long as he pressed it against her aching, pulsing clit. Her release built, the fire lit anew inside he
r groin and she cried out against his mouth. He roared as he pulled his mouth free.

  "Who do you belong to?"

  Elizabeth started to betray everything. "Y-" She caught herself before she finished and it enraged him further. The snarled reply made her glad she wore the blindfold. She feared he would be in his demon form.

  "Come!" he demanded. Come she did.

  It sizzled through her body with a deeper veracity and ache. Exhaustion washed over her and she went limp. Asmodeus was having none of it as he shifted away from her. The vibe still tormented her wet, pulsing cunt. There was no warning when he made his next move. His dick invaded her cunt. He slammed home and she cried out. He stretched her, filling her to the point of pain.

  Asmodeus didn't stop there. He pulled out, to the head. Elizabeth's opening nearly sucked his head to get him back in. He slammed back inside her, repeating this process with a sexy precision that had her begging again. The man worked the vibe over her clit as he fucked her quivering cunt and still he didn't relent.

  "Say it!" he demanded.

  "N-no," she sobbed. A whimper of pleasure rippled past her denial.

  It pissed him off.

  Elizabeth could swear she felt fire lap at her arms as he pumped her harder, faster. A new orgasm rose and peaked.

  "Come, NOW!"

  She came, screaming his name as the orgasm rolled through her.

  "Fuck ya, now make that greedy little cunt suck out my seed. Take it all!"

  She felt him give another jerk and hold as his hot seed pulsed into her pussy. Elizabeth cried out and a series of releases flowed from her. She was panting, begging, her head lolling from side to side.

  "Mine." He gave one final thrust and it was the last she heard before she fell into darkness.

  Chapter Four

  Asmodeus breathed her in, his eyes still closed. It was a beautiful scent, the mix of heat, her natural aroma, and the sweet smell of sexual release. His own included. The thoughts made him rise again. Elizabeth lay with her back to him, her naked body so soft and warm. She was unbound. He had released her soon after she fell asleep. Where could she possibly go? The devil’s hiding places were unrivalled and out of sight from any angel. It brought a wry smile to his lips as he pulled her close and pressed his growing erection into her fleshy buttocks. In a matter of seconds he was fully erect. He pressed harder, keeping it so. It felt good to have her in his possession. If he wanted he could ejaculate against her flesh. He growled softly, cupping her soft breast in his palm. The nipple, so warm and supple began to harden. A light moan left her lips.