Page 34 of Boyfriend From Hell
“I’m yours,” I repeated, the verse felt more natural in my mouth this time.
Raios wasted no time pushing his hand back to the spot between my thighs. With his thumb, he pushed my underwear to the side, then pressed a finger inside me, immediately working my pussy with slow, deliberate strokes.
I could feel her pain ebb away with each pump of my finger. The way her pussy pulsed around me made my mouth water. The taste of her wetness lingered on my tongue, and it took everything in me not to shove her back and suck her soul through that wet, beautiful cunt of hers.
I curled my finger inside her, pressing on that specific spot that made human women go berserk. Maybe I could just have one lick. I wanted to feel her soft clit on my tongue—just for a second.
I dipped my head between her thighs, using my free hand to pull the fabric that covered her center to the side, pinning it against her thigh.
The moan that left my little nightmare’s mouth after the first swipe of my tongue was nearly enough to make me cum then and there. Hell, she was divine. And that fucker neglected her? Maybe I’ll kill him. It had been a while since I tortured someone for leisure—the sound of my name leaving her lips snapped me out of the thought.
I jerked my head up, nearly startled to hear such ravenous, sultry beauty wrapped around my name. Her head was tilted back, and I could feel her pussy throbbing around my finger.
My nightmare is close.
“Do you want me to make you come, sweet one?” I purred to the mortal little hellhound grinding against my touch.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Please.”
“Who do you belong to?” I coaxed.
“You. I’m yours Raios—”
I dipped my head back between her thighs, lapping at her clit—slow, deliberate strokes of my tongue, sucking and twirling around that sensitive little spot.
It was easy for me to know how to please her, all it took was a small peek into her mind to know where she needed to be touched.
“I’m yours, I’m yours,I’m yours—”
The words tore from her lips like a forbidden hymn as her orgasm ripped through her, raw and divine. I felt her soul seep into mine, our deal locking into place—sealed in pleasure and power. I smirked against her cunt.
Deer collapsed onto my bed, her chest rising and falling in deep, measured breaths.Good. I let my shadows explore every corner of her mind. No memories of that bastard and bitch remained, just the essence of a forgotten memory. I knew her memories of them would resurface again, at some point, but I couldn’t tell her that. She needed this, and I needed to show her that even when those memories came back, she no longer needed anything like that, or them, in her life.
I shrugged my approval,that should be fine enough.I needed her to be mine. Fully.
I couldn’t rule Hell without a mate. But what compelled me to choose a mortal? I had no idea. I didn’t even know what they required in their fragile bonds. Maybe it was her fractured heart—ripe for the taking, making her an easy target. The broken ones were always the easiest for making deals, desperation typically greased that wheel.
What I hadn’t anticipated, was feeling anything real for her. That part came as a complete surprise.
It was about three years ago when I had first heard her heartbroken wail in my mind. It was the first time that pig of an ex-boyfriend and her had fought. The names he called her,the way he dismissed her, it left me wanting to send a demon up there to ruin him wholly.
She’d pleaded with God that night—bargaining with him, offering to become a better person, in return for Him fixing her slowly deteriorating relationship with that failure of a man.
I listened to her thoughts nightly after that—almost as if it were an addiction. Soon after, I began to take her nightmares from her. Her waking life was filled with enough pain. I couldn’t bear the thought of allowing her sleeping life to be equally so. It became my own selfish mission, from then on, to make her mine—to show her what lovecouldbe like.
Human love was so fickle, but love from an Underworlder?Thatwas damn near an entity of its own.
Having not known that they didn’t have bonds, but instead bizarre relationship habits that were more or less just drawn-out courting rituals ending in marriage, this was likely going to be a long game. It seemed like a waste of time to me, and despite how much I hoped that when she woke up, she’d be ready to take on her role of Queen so we could get straight to ruling, I knew it could be a slower build to win her love—deal or not—but I needed to expedite that process.
Changes needed to be made in Hell. Father’s reign has been sloppy—demons left and right were slipping through the cracks and fucking shit up, up north.
I had no idea how long I watched her sleep. Not knowing how much sleep mortals required, I was unsure if this amount was excessive or not. I watched as her breasts rose and fell, taunting me with each shallow breath. Part of me wondered how she’d react if I woke her up with my face between those perfect thighs. My cock throbbed at the thought.
Next thing I knew my cock was in my hand as I stroked myself, thinking of the woman who had haunted mynightmares.
The bed rocked gently as I woke—a raspy moan made its way to my ears. My tired brain fought to clear the confusion that had taken residence there. I felt hollow inside—as if some part of me was missing, or I had forgotten something important. It felt like when you leave the house in a rush and can’t remember if you unplugged your hair straightener, or shut off the oven.
A grunt beside me followed by heavy panting convinced me to lift my head from the bundle of covers I had burrowed beneath.
