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“Bethy? Beth, it’s you, right?” His panicked whispered tones did warming things to her body. He sounded handsome, and a little bit dangerous.

  She shook off those silly thoughts and answered.

  “Yes, yes, it’s me.” Her voice a little hoarse from the running, she took in a deep breath to calm her thumping heart.

  “Fuck, if it ain’t good to finally hear your voice, Bethy. I thought you would just disappear one day without ever knowing—” He paused. “You know what, nevermind. We need to get you the fuck out of that fucking hole. Look, I made a mistake, a huge mistake. Or Asmodeus is just that fucking clever with the shit he drops around the web. Who would have fucking known the devil knew how to make fake webpages?” He scoffed.

  “Or he has a concubine doing it for him,” Elizabeth stated.

  “You know, together we could start a country.”

  She laughed. She couldn’t help herself. The relief, and finally hearing his deep husky voice did things to her body that made her want to weep.

  “Well, that was a nice sound, Bethy. Promise you will do that again when we are face to face.”

  “Face to face?”

  “Yes, no more of this online bullshit. I just finished my semester and I’m going to meet you. I stayed up all night researching. I couldn’t sleep, I was too stressed out. I was worried, I didn’t want him...” He couldn’t finish. Elizabeth didn’t want him to either. “Anyway, you are literally in the belly of the beast, Bethy. Like Satan’s main haven of followers. It is even rumored that a gateway to hell is under the convent.”

  This time her knees melted right under her and she hit the stone flooring hard. A whimper escaped from her parted lips and she felt the tears fall down her cheeks. Fear, regret, and anger all rioted for a front row seat with her emotions.

  “I’m sorry. I mean, you looked it up too. We all thought it was legit.”

  “It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault, Jared,” she whispered.

  “It is, but let’s not talk about that now. Right now you need to know two things. One, I think your parents are still in on this. I think they knew about this place, or were told and sent you knowing you would be heading right into the jaws of the asshole.”

  “How do you know this?” she nearly screamed into the phone, but maintained an odd level of calm at this knowledge.

  “Because they were just in Forbes magazine last week boasting as one of the top ten business of 2014 after a huge financial loss the year before, Bethy. I mean, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it fits. According to the contract, once he has the female, the family prospers until her death.”

  She nodded, not even realizing he couldn’t see. Her silent tears still fell as defeat became a very real thing.

  “But I have good news.”

  “Oh, really, what?” she scoffed. God, she sounded bitter.

  “Hey, I need you strong, Bethy! Do you hear me? Get your ass up. I have a plan. You need to work with me here, got it?”

  Elizabeth didn’t answer for a long time. She just stared in a daze towards the front door and the pretty dawn that waited to greet her and send her to her fate.

  “Fuck,” she heard him mumble under his breath. “Please, don’t give up on me now.” She could have sworn she heard a faint English accent come out in him. His rich, husky voice dropped to a deep baritone and it knocked her right out of her stupor.

  Elizabeth got to her feet slowly. The heat of the rock in her pocket distracted her for a moment before she smiled.

  “I’m here. It’s okay, go on,” she whispered.

  “Okay, you need to get yourself to Polignano A Mare. You are about eight hours out from it. It is a small sea side town. Just before you hit the rise that will take you down to the coast is a very small farm with a vineyard attached. Three monks are living there. One doesn’t speak, and that is who we are looking for. I already wrote to him. He got back to me and said he would be more than happy to help you. I have a car that will be waiting for you tonight to take you at this same time. You have cash, right?”

  “Yes, I gutted my savings. I have a lot actually.”

  Hope started to fill her. She might just be able to do this. The stone in her pocket seemed to get uncomfortably warm and she reached in for it. It sizzled and she yelped.

  “Beth! Beth, what is it?”

  She hissed as she pulled her hand out of her pocket and looked at the angry red tips of her fingers.

  “The stone—it burned me.”

  “Fuck, Goddamnit! He’s there.”

  “What, wait, hold on...” She darted her gaze around and the only person she saw was Mr. Crose at the front counter stacking up gum on the racks. “No, I see no one.”

  “Look, Beth, you need to leave now, and act normal. Same fight, same you. He can’t suspect anything. You might need to stay up again another night—dreams, well, he can get into dreams.”

  Elizabeth froze. A tremor sliced through her body as she parted her lips to answer but nothing came out but a violent whine.

  “No, Beth, tell me you haven’t been dreaming about him, please, bloody hell!” the accent was back and it wasn’t enough to rid her of the fear.

  She decided to lie.

  “No, nothing happened. Just worried about not sleeping again.”

  Elizabeth heard his very loud sigh of relief through the phone. The air brushed against the mouthpiece and she had to move the phone away from her ear.

  “If you take a nap during the daylight hours you will be fine. He’s strongest at night. That’s his domain and he can play however he wants. No rules, no limits, just remember that okay, love?”

  Love?

  Closing her eyes tight, Elizabeth swallowed, “Yes, I’ll remember.”

  “Good. Now, get going. He is close to you if the stone is that hot, just—please, be careful.”

  “I will, Jared. Bye.”

  “See you tomorrow.”

  Elizabeth set the phone lightly back on the receiver and felt the instant weight of Jared being gone. He made her feel stronger for some crazy reason. She made her way silently out of the store, mechanically nodding towards Mr. Crose, who eyed her warily. Stepping out into the warm sun, she halted. The stone in her pocket flared to life, the heat nearly unbearable—but she refused to get rid of it.

  Leaning against a very posh looking automobile was Asmodeus, or she liked to call him, the beast, and she would continue to call him that.

  He was all suave handsome air. The man walked in the room and panties dropped, women and men swooned, and he emitted a low-level heat that shot straight through any rational walls and nearly had you begging for him. Asmodeus pushed away from the car and reached a hand out to her.

  “Join me for a drive, my sweet one.”

  It wasn’t a request.

  Chapter Eight

  The posh looking automobile was a Bentley Continental GT, in blazing red. As Asmodeus walked away from it, his grin accompanied the heat of flames, which began to lick the paintwork like a seductive temptress.

  “I do hope you weren’t thinking of, as we say in hell, ‘doing a runner’. It would disappoint me to think you hated me that much, Elizabeth.”

  “No, I was out for some candy. I have a fixation; I am American. And the air in the abbey is stale. The morning walk did me good.”

  “I’m glad to hear it.” The flames licked at his body. He could see the trepidation in her eyes at the sight of his tricks. The deep reds, the burnt oranges and purples hugged him, unwilling to let go. “Passion, it is my favorite emotion. After sex, love and lust, I like wine, fine wine, and Italy can boast some of the best. Italy is one of my favorite places: good vineyards with excellent restaurants. I’m going to Barbaresco vineyard. Care to join me? It’s a nice drive. You’d make it very enjoyable for me. Call it my treat for staying around.”

  “I’m very grateful of course, but I have things to do at the convent. They’d be concerned if I didn’t return.”

  “Oh, I’m sure they wouldn
’t miss you. After all, they are caring for you because of me.”

  “I need to go.”

  “You need to get in my car, Elizabeth.”

  “No, I...”

  “Get in the FUCKING CAR.”

  The grin grew bigger as poor sweet Elizabeth was held in his devilish spell, unable to move anywhere but the car. Oh, she struggled, but it amused him as the door opened by itself and she climbed in. Asmodeus got in, slipping into the deep luxurious black leather. He sighed with pleasure as the seat hugged him. Looking to his right, he watched her, unable to do anything against her will. Moving his fingers, the seat belts moved, slipping over her chest. They pulled tight and she moaned as the black material emphasized her breasts, making them prominent. The zip of the hoodie slipped down by itself, revealing the tank beneath. Asmodeus sighed as the sight of her breasts aroused him, her nipples hard and pushing out of the thin cotton.

  “Please, I don’t want this. Let me out.”

  “Are you demanding that I, the lord of hell, lets you go?”

  “Yes, please, let me go.”

  “No fucking chance, little girl.” The gleeful chuckle filled the Bentley’s cabin and he tugged the tank top strap from her shoulder, peeling it down slowly until her breast lay exposed to him.

  “Mmmmm, such delights, free dinner for a perfect tit.” He started the engine, which roared into life, and pressed hard on the accelerator. Smoke spat out from the spinning wheels, spitting fire spewed from the exhaust as the turbo kicked in the power. “I’m going to enjoy sucking on that.”

  The brute of a car sped forward as Asmodeus left it to navigate to the vineyard. It was less than two miles away but he had no intention of going the direct route.

  Elizabeth’s breathing turned to panting as the windows blacked over and visions of heat and hot landscapes moved across the glass like video streams. Visions of hell. His hot tongue lapped at her right nipple, circling it, lavishing it as though it were the sweetest delicacy. His hot lips covered it, sucking it in, pulling on the flesh of her sumptuous breast. Her moans urged him on.

  She wore jeans and they were no more a hindrance to him than the top. Her stud quickly unbuttoned itself, the zip slowly tick-ticking until it was down. He slipped his fingers into the open invitation, stroking her pubes, his sharp nails catching on them as he touched the tiny hood. He growled as her body flinched at his touch, and his hot fingertip pulled back the pink cover to expose her clit. It was so hard, swollen and tender. She gasped as he tickled it and spasms pushed her hard into his hand. The threads holding her jeans together started to move like snakes, unraveling, writhing up the denim and falling to the floor. Her skin, so soft and warm now, showed as the cloth collapsed and became one with the leather. Her tank top morphed too, and she was totally naked.

  Asmodeus laughed out loud. His sweet Elizabeth, oh, she would be his forever. He lapped at each nipple, her breast cupped in one hand, her pussy in the other. The devil, the king of evil had simple tastes. One he coveted, as he slid two fat fingers into her cunt. The wetness coated them, the tightness of her grip pulling them deeper.

  Her back arched and her breasts pushed out as he finger-fucked her. He didn’t hold back. He was rough with her, plunging them deep, spreading her, teasing her. The heat in the car overwhelmed her; she was covered in sweat. He had done it on purpose. She moaned, whimpering as he parted her legs wide. With two fingers still inside, he slowed, twisting and turning his fingers before easing them out.

  “Sweet juices, aperitif.”

  Her face turned to him, her eyes wide, lost in the lust he punished her soul with. Without warning, he slipped the same two fingers back in her slit, pushing the other two into her anus.

  “Oh, God!”

  “Oh, he can’t help you, but please use his name. It arouses me.”

  Asmodeus pushed his fingers deep, using his thumb to rub her engorged clit. She screamed at the force and the need, coming all over his hand. The sloshing sound increased the wetter she became. Her pussy spat and squirted all over his wrist.

  “Good girl, squirt for me.”

  The devil flicked his fingers more, sucking hard on her nipples. Poor Elizabeth was drenched in sweat, her hair stuck to her forehead and her pussy leaking like a faucet as the dark lord used what was his.

  Everything moved outside in a flash. The journey seemed to last for hours as he had his wicked way.

  “Look at her, Jacob. The seventh daughter. Isn’t she beautiful?”

  The leather squeaked in the back seat as Jacob Cromwell, stark naked, moved to look at Elizabeth, his relative. Beside him on each side sat a beautiful black woman, both slaves. They writhed against him as he looked in Elizabeth’s eyes. Cromwell reached and cupped her right tit. She turned to him and whispered.

  “Grandfather.”

  “Yes, my Elizabeth.”

  Grandad disappeared as quickly as he’d appeared, along with his favorite girls.

  Asmodeus laughed, his head going back as the loud rumble reverberated.

  The car sped on. Asmodeus tilted her seat back and climbed on her. With devilish ease he slipped between her legs. His huge, ridged cock rubbed against her belly and then dipped, entering her. He licked her neck, kissed her and took in her glorious scent. Arms hugged him, pulling him down as that ridged shaft filled her and pumped her hard.

  A tiny hand gripped his hair, pushing his head into the crook of her shoulder.

  “Please, come inside me.”

  Asmodeus fucked her, his ass clenched, driving his cock hard into her sweet cunt until he came, filling her with his demon seed.

  The world around them quickly returned to normal. The windows, still tinted, simply stopped the sun from burning them. Trees moved softly in the breeze and corn swayed. The scent of grapes filled the air as the tires rolled onto compacted gravel.

  Elizabeth, dressed in her jeans, tank and hoodie, looked his way.

  “You bastard.”

  “Who, me?”

  “Yes. You did it again.”

  “No, I did nothing. Here we are. Hungry?”

  Asmodeus stopped the car and smiled at her, that smile only he could smile, belied with mystery and tricks.

  *****

  Elizabeth had a hard time handling the situation at the moment. Her body felt sticky, like he had actually licked her. The swollen bud between her legs was a sign she’d been aroused at some point. She bit down on her bottom lip and shot him a glare.

  “Kiss my ass!” Elizabeth stormed ahead of him.

  If he would only show her what he really looked like. The handsome man that stood before her looked elegant and refined—classy even, with his dark hair, light eyes, and heavily chiseled jaw line. When he would give her that devious half-smile she wanted to melt at his feet and just give up. She reached what appeared to be a balcony in the beautiful vineyard. The sun dazzled the landscape. Miles of rows of grapes waited to be plucked and squished under the hands of their master.

  Kinda like me.

  Her eyes glazed over and she felt a pain in the back of her throat as she held back the tears that threatened her. Making herself hard to get seemed to be enticing his little game and want of her. A thought crossed her mind. If she offered herself up, maybe, just maybe, he would get bored. Elizabeth glanced down at her fingers, her knuckles red from gripping the railing.

  Just get through tonight, and get your ass to Jared. It will all be better once you are with Jared.

  Why she felt comfort over a man she had only met over the Internet was beyond her understanding. Maybe because he was the only man that had ever truly given a shit. The revelation that her parents had sent her into the arms of the beast squeezed at her heart.

  Closing her eyes against the light breeze that teased at her flesh, she tried to forget the heat that closed around her as he came to a stop right behind her.

  “No one tells me no, or kiss my ass.” He seemed irritated.

  Good. He needed to be knocked down a few pegs. The annoya
nce in his deep baritone voice made her lips curl up at the corners.

  “Yes, well, maybe it’s good for you,” she snarked.

  “It’s not, trust me. It just pisses me off, and when I get pissed off bad things happen in the world.”

  She felt the heat of his breath against her exposed neck. His arm wrapped around her waist and he pulled her against him.

  “Yeah, I gathered that,” she mumbled.

  He exhaled rather loudly. The air against her skin made her want to purr with pleasure. Everything about the man exuded sex, sexy, lust, and fuck me now. Elizabeth clenched her teeth and fought hard to not give in.

  Maybe giving in will get him off your back.

  The large hand that pressed possessively against her belly slithered to her hips and he spun her around quickly, grasping her hand in the sudden movement. She felt dizzy and out of sorts. Her lips parted on a protest but he pressed his finger against the seam and lazily ran the callused pad against her bottom lip. Her breathing became labored and she felt the tremble as it traveled the length of her body.

  “Let’s not fight,” he whispered. The pleading in his voice nearly had her fooled—nearly. “Look at me.”

  She allowed her gaze to travel from his chest, up his throat, where his Adam’s apple bobbed with his throat contracting on a swallow. Then her eyes locked with his. Tonight they were light, welcoming. When she pissed him off they got dark. Something inside her wanted to keep them light and him pleased.

  God, don’t go insane now.

  The fingers of his other hand danced over her cheek as he nearly cooed at her.

  “Let’s have a nice lunch. Get to know one another. We are rather stuck, aren’t we, sweet one?”

  She gulped. Literally, she felt and heard the sound when she swallowed down her own spit. Fuck, this asshole was good.

  “If you were really like this, you would win,” she confessed.

  He tossed his head back, that full-throated laugh booming throughout the halls of the vineyard.

  “But this is me.”

  He took her hand in his and started to guide her away from the railing. Down a few short halls and onto a terrace that still kept the valley in sight but had vines of grapes on trellises overlooking the beauty that lied to her in this moment.