Page 58 of Burn for the Devil

He set his drink down and moved closer to me. “Did you want Ammar to touch you?” he snarled.

“What? No, why would I?” There was no reason for him to think this way.

“Mm.”

Another whimper sounded in my throat. “Ramone, please. I’m begging you, please stop this.” A tear rolled down my cheek.This was too much; I couldn’t take it anymore. I was powerless against his magic and unable to end the sensations on my own.

Suddenly, it stopped. I felt something leave my body and I fell sideways onto the seat. The ache between my legs lessened and I began righting myself, pushing my skirt down. Ramone scooped me up and set me on his lap before I had the chance to sit back.

He fisted my hair at the back of my head and tugged lightly. “Look out the window,” he ordered.

The city lights were coming back into view, the buildings glittering on the horizon. I hadn’t noticed when the car had turned around, but I’d been busy. If I could’ve, I would’ve turned and asked Ramone what it was he wanted me to see in the skyline.

“All that,” he pulled my head back, so my neck rested against the edge of his shoulder, “that’s mine, a tiny sliver of what belongs to me. Everything you see could all be yours, as well. If only you’d submit to me.”

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Ramone

She couldn’t see what she did to me, and I couldn’t articulate it any more than I already had in the past. I knew what the issue was. She wouldn’t forgive me for having thrusted her into the Fourth Realm every night. It had to be done; otherwise, I would’ve been distracted from the task I’d had at hand due to the power my little witch, Samantha, has over me.

“I don’t want Boston, or any of that. I already have everything I need,” she insisted.

Oh, do you now.

“You can lie to yourself, but not to me.” Samantha smelled delectable; her desire pooled in the lace between her legs combined with her unique fragrance. Her aura sparkled lightly around her, hanging in a delicate mist. I noticed with satisfaction the tinge of pink in the ether, centralized between her thighs. She still needed relief.

I was well aware of my power over women, whether through magic or my looks, but the fact that this incredible woman was enthralled by me filled me with a sense of wonder. She kept so much hidden from those around her yet when she was in mycompany, she’d let her guard down. I remembered her calling me a “fucking weirdo” and while it’d angered me, she’d never speak to anyone else that way. She wouldn’t dare; she’d keep her mask on. She only took it off for me.

Samantha hesitated. “I’m not lying. I mean, I have a happy life.Life.”

Releasing her hair, I smoothed my hand down her bare arm, and she shuddered. Not from fear, but from my touch. “Still afraid I will kill you?”

She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye. “You said you would.”

“I also said, if you’d care to remember, that you should’ve died, and it didn’t happen. You have selective memory.”

Samantha tried to free herself from my grasp. “So I’m only here because you failed to kill me when you tried?”

I wasn’t going to let her go; I quite liked having her on my lap right where she belonged, where I could thrust my cock into her with ease.

“I didn’t try. I didn’t and don’t want to hurt you. It’d kill me if I did.” I had to tell her the truth, she was the one person who deserved it.

She pressed her lips together before letting out a breath. “What are you, really?”

Her voice was so soft, and I felt her put her trust in the question, faith that I would answer honestly. It was a loaded question, and one I rarely answered, but as I said, I owed her the truth. “I’m not human, if that’s what you’re asking.” I heard her sharp intake of breath. “I’ve never been human.”

I gave her a moment to comprehend my words, noting her grabbing the hem of her dress and pulling at it out of nervousness. She turned her head toward me slowly, waiting for more.

“I’m the prince of darkness.”

To be fair, Ihadtold her I’m the devil. Watching the myriad of emotions cross her face was amusing. Disbelief, ridicule, annoyance, and anger flashed across her countenance before settling on annoyance.

“I know you’re arrogant and narcissistic, but really? Is that just what you call yourself?”

“No, my love, that is not just something I call myself. Its who I am.”

“Then your name should be Lucifer or Satan, not Ramone. You need to step up your game.” Now, she was just making fun of me.