Chained to the prince of darkness by Lunasads (ebook reader that looks like a book .TXT) 📗

She wasn't supposed to feel like this, but what she could do. Her body was not in her control, not anymore.

With his two fingers inside her, he rubbed her clit in slow tantalizing circles.

Continuous tears flowed down her cheeks. 
It's only been a week since Matthew's death and here she was giving her body to somebody else. The one who destroyed her.

She felt like whore, enjoying the pleasure given by a man who killed her love. Who destroyed her life, who tainted her soul with his darkness, the one who was not human, who was a beast hiding behind godlike beauty.

"I'm gonna turn this pussy inside out, and you are going to enjoy every bit of it." He grumbled as he fastens his pace on her clit resulting to build a pleasurable pressure inside of her.

She writhed in pleasure as she reached almost near her climax, again, but he pulled his fingers away.

His fingers left her cunt and wrapped around her throat in a vice-like grip, leaving her breathless.

"Not so soon, love, we have a whole night for this." With this, he slammed his lips against her. 

"You are a monster." She snarled as soon as he pulled away. 

He chuckled at her words.

"So was he," He said near her ear, biting it in process. Loving every single fiber of her body touching his.
His lower region hardening in excitement, in pleasure, in need.

"I will kill every single man who will dare to touch you, you wholly belong to me," he nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck inhaling deeply.

"And I'll make you watch, while I cut their dicks off and shove it down their throats." 

Her gut twisted with disgust. 

Why does she forget he was inhumane.

He kissed along her jaw moving towards her neck, sucking there, and moving down. His hands held her wrists above her head. 

A wave of goosebumps spread across her body as he reached the end of her breasts. His mouth was hungry, critical, excited, and impatient as he latched his mouth on her. His light beard tickled her skin as he take her hardened nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirling around her nipple, he opened his mouth to get more of her smooth breasts. 
She was getting wetter, it was a new sensation for her. She never felt this much scared, this much needed at the same time.

Lucifer's find himself hard to control, he was trying to control himself from fucking her on the very surface of this room. But he knew better, he can't rush things. He was supposed to wait just for a few more days.

He knew well her sweet scent, her intoxicating arousal, her sinful body will make him do things that he will not regret later. 

He pulled himself away from her, standing to his full height, looking down at her. She was panting loudly, for his ears. He didn't miss the startled look she gave him as he undressed, only standing there in his boxers. 

She tried to crawl back but her body gave up all her strength. He chuckled at her vulnerability. He picked her up and walked towards the bathroom. 

He takes his time washing her, knowingly giving more attention to her breast and her legs. She stayed in his arms lifeless, exhausted. 

After washing her, he washed as she sat on the sink cabinet with her face down. 

He wrapped a towel around his bottom and dried her off with another towel and picked her up again. 

He didn't cover her in the towel, thinking it was useless. 
He laid her down on the bed and walked towards the closet. After two minutes he came back and laid next to her. 

Her eyes were sleepy, she was exhausted. He wrapped his huge arm around her and pulled her against his chest and planted a kiss on the back of her neck. 

"I want to go home," she mumbled as she tried not to cry again.

"And I want to go to the moon, it ain't happening, sweetheart. Time to accept that."

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