Crave(11)

“I thought you were smarter than this, Elizabeth.”

Shit, he used her name. She had somehow pissed him off, and she somehow failed to give a shit as she took another step back.

“It would be wise to stop, Elizabeth, unless you want me to force you. Then there is no telling what my flock will do to an innocent little female unable to move. I imagine it would be quite—disturbing.” He winked.

“Fuck you,” she snarled.

He laughed. It wasn’t just any laugh. He didn’t chuckle or muffle it with his mouth closed. The laugh came from deep in his belly and exploded out of his chest and filled the whole room with that horrible sulfur scent that seemed to arouse her and make her want to vomit at the same time.

“I believe I did that last night, sweet one.”

And we are back to the endearments.

Elizabeth allowed her gaze to roam around the room. She took it all in. Every single sister was engaged in some vile sexual act. Father Patrick was now violating Margaret from the rear and her own tender hole tingled from seeing the act face on.

“Tut tut, sweet one. You’re watching.” He paused and started down the steps.

He didn’t walk—nope, that was too simple of a word for how the devil came towards her. He had swagger. His over-six-foot frame moved with a confident air that froze her to the spot. Her brain screamed at her to run. Yet her heart thumped wildly and her pussy creamed and made her panties uncomfortable. Her clit throbbed as he came to stand in front of her.

He towered over her lithe frame. The devil took hold of her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his.

“You fight and it is useless. If you keep moving I’ll tie you down.”

She felt the cold shiver run up and down her spine and she mentally swore at herself for showing any weakness or arousal for the man.

He lightly ran his fingers down her chin, her throat. The man made little circles over her bare collar bone.

“If you keep fucking with me, sweet one, I will let every one of my flock have a taste of you.”

Elizabeth swallowed and righted her spine.

“Kiss my ass!”

She took a step back and put space between them. His eyes went dark and cold.

“You dare!” he snarled.

“No, I’m telling you to kiss my ass, you dirty mother fucker!”

Elizabeth turned quickly and yanked open the door. Before she could get through it, it was yanked from her fingers and slammed back shut. The heat and power that was suddenly behind her forced her to suck in a breath. Both the devil’s hands slapped against the old oak on either side of her head. His lips grazed over her cheek. One hand dropped to her belly and he started to gather up the skirt of her dress. The whisper of fabric against her thighs brought a whimper to her lips. She felt a haze of lust fall over her. The realization that she craved this man hit her hard and she forced the arousal out of her mind. She felt the smile against her cheek.

“You are going to be my biggest prize. My due is all in you. All these years waiting, with women that fell at my feet—” He paused and his warm, callused fingers slipped under the waist-band of her panties. “You will be most sweet of all.”

The devil’s fingers dipped further, brushing past her mound and teasing the top of her slit.

“Now strip. I want you laid out for me, now,” he demanded on a whisper.

It took all her self control, her strength waning quickly with each centimeter lower he got into her slit. He was just about to part her wet lips when she screamed and slammed back against him.

She heard the growl behind her and felt incredible heat against her back. Elizabeth didn’t want to turn around and look, she couldn’t. Fear replaced the arousal and she stepped over the threshold of the church and ran.





Chapter Six


“Elizabeth please, please don’t leave me. He will hurt me.”

The sweet Samantha called out to the running girl, the devil inside, Asmodeus possessing her, watching through her pretty, yet tear-worn eyes.

“Please.” He knelt in her form, his eyes aching, watching as Elizabeth turned. The habit, white as scented roses, clean as the girl herself, rubbed against the flesh, stirring and teasing.

“Samantha, I...”

“Please, Elizabeth.” He tossed the hood back, loosening the long hair, once hidden. “Come back to me.”

Now he felt the doubt and his lips quivered, eyes reddening with soreness. Elizabeth took a step forward.

“I am still untouched. Please Elizabeth, please, don’t let him harm me.” He fell forward and cried hard, the tears hitting the stone floor. He saw it in slow motion, watching as each drop bounced and shattered into tiny droplets. Oh, what glorious fun. Kneeling once more, he slipped the robe from the shoulder, exposing flesh. His hand, delicate, tiny fingers, gripped the hem and lifted, exposing soft naked skin and pubic hair.