Page 16 of His Little Devil
Luke moves closer to me and puts his finger under my chin. The pain starts to fade, and I sigh.
“Silver, this is the way things are. Traditions are everything to some of the Council members. I know you have been through a lot, so I will table this conversation for now. How about a shower and some food? We can discuss things over coffee.”
He presses a kiss to my forehead, and I nod. Taking my hand, he leads me into the biggest bathroom I have ever seen. I peeked last night, but it still blows me away.
“Wow,” I mumble out loud, and he laughs.
Not only are there two sinks, there is a vanity, filled to the brim with face creams and makeup. On the other wall, there is a shower with a bench that could sit twenty, and I wouldn't even call that a bathtub. Maybe a dipping pool would be more accurate with a huge waterfall.
“Come, let's shower and we can explore the bath later,” Luke says and I nod once again. This is unreal.
I don’t tell him to stop as he strips his clothes off, then mine, and pushes my back against the warm stone wall. God, if I thought seeing him shirtless was a sight to behold… This man is pure sin incarnate. Literally. His body has to have been carved from marble.
Tentatively, I reach out and run my fingers along the dips and crevices of his abs. He shudders and I don’t miss the lust-filled gaze when I look up into his eyes.
“Careful, Little Devil, don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warns, and I bite my bottom lip, before slowly lowering to my knees and gripping his hard cock. Now I know what some girls mean about a man having a dick the size of an arm. I don’t think he will fit inside of me.
Using two hands, I jerk him up and down, before leaning closer and licking up the pre-cum he’s leaking.
“Hell, baby, that’s good,” he groans, and I smile before sucking his tip. My lips burn and I know my jaw is going to ache if I take this any farther.
Warm water starts to pour on top of us, and I moan at the sensations. Something about being around all this brimstone has me feeling dirty. Fingers run through my now black hair, and grip my skull tight.
Whimpering, he pushes me harder onto his cock until my eyes are watering. “Such a good little cock sucker,” he grunts. I release him with one of my hands and trail my fingers down my stomach to my swollen clit.
He doesn’t like that. Growling, he pulls me up until I’m standing and spins me around so fast, I have to place my palms against the wall so I don’t fall, leaving my back arched and my ass exposed to his brutal slaps.
“Did I tell you that you could touch my pussy?” he grunts as I gasp. He spanks me three more times, hard and fast, and I’m about to be a puddle at the bottom of this shower.
“Please, Sir. I need you,” I moan, and he laughs.
“Such a needy little slut. Just gagging for my cock, but I don’t think you deserve it yet. All the teasing I had to suffer. Watching you with those boys. No, you haven’t earned my dick yet. So you’re just going to stand there and let me use you like the little fucktoy you are.”
My eyes roll back when his cock bumps against my clit, and grinds into me from behind. He teases me to the point that I’mcrying, sobbing incoherently, begging him, and he still won’t give me what I want.
Hot jets of his cum splash against my ass and thighs, and I almost come from the feeling. I’m shaking. I need him so badly. I have never felt anything like this before.
Luke turns me and helps me wash my body, and then massages some shampoo into my hair. It’s nothing like the stuff I used at the cottage, and my heart aches at the reminder that I probably will never go back there again.
Grumbling under his breath, he pulls me closer, and I cry out when he brushes my nipples. They are so hard and my piercings hurt.
“Kane, for fuck's sake!” he shouts, startling me.
Someone laughs from the bedroom, and then I feel immense relief. I no longer crave Luke like I did, and I take some deep breaths as I try to calm down.
“Fucking sex demon,” Luke mumbles and I freeze. Did he just say? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. We are in Hell, after all, even if this shower feels like Heaven.
Shutting the water off, I let Luke wrap me in a warm robe and dry my hair. He offers to brush my hair, but I tell him no. Only one man has done that for me, and I’m not ready to replace those memories.
Leaving me to finish getting ready for the day, I sit at the vanity and stare into a new reflection. I may still have silver eyes and snow white skin, but the hair is throwing me.
I don’t know if I will ever get used to the dark strands. Maybe I can dye it. Grabbing the brush from one of the drawers, I ignore the mirror and quickly finish. I don’t even know if I have anything to wear here, but I’m not putting that dress back on.
Not only is it filthy from the cells I was kept in and the forest floor, but Luke has ripped it to the point it's indecent.
Worst case scenario, I will keep the robe on.
When I leave the bathroom and enter the bedroom, there is a woman waiting for me. She has pure white hair and snake-like eyes. I’m honestly a little freaked out, but then she smiles and I relax, ignoring the pointy teeth and split tongue.