Page 49 of Boyfriend From Hell
I snorted. “Did you shine them?”
His eyes widened and a blush spread across his perfect cheeks.
“What?” His hand flew up to his horns and he squeezed his eyes shut. “Shut up!” He laughed and covered them with his hands.
I couldn’t help but howl with laughter.
“You’re too cute! Shining your little horns for the big show,” I said in a baby voice.
He peered over his shoulder and flashed me a timid smile, rolling his eyes. Who knew the happiest moments of my life would be with the devil, in Hell.
“Are you ready, future Queen of Hell?” He lowered a hand from one of his horns and held it out to me.
“Let’s show your—our—Underworlders who their new rulers are.” I smiled through my nerves and slid my hand into his.
We stood atop a large stone cliff—which was far less intimidating than I thought it would be, given I was under the impression we’d just be fucking in the middle of a room with every one surrounding us.
Nervously, I looked up at Raios as he looked down at me.
He stooped down and knelt before me, and kissed the mark of our bond on my chest.
“You and me?” he whispered.
Was he nervous?
“You and me,” I echoed.
He rose, releasing my hand, taking a step toward the edge of the cliff before throwing his arms out wide.
Below, the mix of unfortunate souls and demons howled and screamed for their new ruler. He waved a hand behind him, beckoning me to join.
I stepped up to his side and he took my hand once more, joining our fingers and raising them into the air.
The Underworlders screeched twice as loud, and I couldn’t help but smile at the acceptance.
“Are you ready, sweet one?” He smiled deviously down at me, between our arms, and I nodded.
“Just, right here?” My throat was dry.
“Just right here, baby. It’s okay. It’ll be quick.” He winked.
Hand still held high in the air, we turned to face each other. He took his free hand and cupped my cheek. I leaned into the warm, comforting sensation as he lowered his head and brushed his lips against mine.
He lowered our arms and placed my hand on his chest, while his free hand found the strap of my dress and brushed it off my shoulder. The flimsy fabric fell with ease, my breast immediately exposed. The crowd below hushed as the show began—it took all of my might, and confidence, to not cover myself.
“You’re doing perfect,” he whispered against my lips, as he palmed my breast and twisted my nipple between his fingers.
He stepped closer and pressed his hips into me. His erection pushed against me, causing my pussy to flood with desire.
I lowered my hand to palm his bulge; he hissed at the contact.
“So much for the virgin devil, huh?” I smiled against his lips.
He pulled away for a moment in mock offense, and flicked his hand against the dress, ripping it straight off my body. The hot Hell air caressed my skin and, in that moment, the only thing that mattered was the man in front of me.
He forced a hand between my legs and slid a finger along the wetness that he found between my thighs, groaning.
“So wet for me, little nightmare. Maybe you like this little show more than you’ve let on.”
