Crave(17)
“If you take a nap during the daylight hours you will be fine. He’s strongest at night. That’s his domain and he can play however he wants. No rules, no limits, just remember that okay, love?”
Love?
Closing her eyes tight, Elizabeth swallowed, “Yes, I’ll remember.”
“Good. Now, get going. He is close to you if the stone is that hot, just—please, be careful.”
“I will, Jared. Bye.”
“See you tomorrow.”
Elizabeth set the phone lightly back on the receiver and felt the instant weight of Jared being gone. He made her feel stronger for some crazy reason. She made her way silently out of the store, mechanically nodding towards Mr. Crose, who eyed her warily. Stepping out into the warm sun, she halted. The stone in her pocket flared to life, the heat nearly unbearable—but she refused to get rid of it.
Leaning against a very posh looking automobile was Asmodeus, or she liked to call him, the beast, and she would continue to call him that.
He was all suave handsome air. The man walked in the room and panties dropped, women and men swooned, and he emitted a low-level heat that shot straight through any rational walls and nearly had you begging for him. Asmodeus pushed away from the car and reached a hand out to her.
“Join me for a drive, my sweet one.”
It wasn’t a request.
Chapter Eight
The posh looking automobile was a Bentley Continental GT, in blazing red. As Asmodeus walked away from it, his grin accompanied the heat of flames, which began to lick the paintwork like a seductive temptress.
“I do hope you weren’t thinking of, as we say in hell, ‘doing a runner’. It would disappoint me to think you hated me that much, Elizabeth.”
“No, I was out for some candy. I have a fixation; I am American. And the air in the abbey is stale. The morning walk did me good.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” The flames licked at his body. He could see the trepidation in her eyes at the sight of his tricks. The deep reds, the burnt oranges and purples hugged him, unwilling to let go. “Passion, it is my favorite emotion. After sex, love and lust, I like wine, fine wine, and Italy can boast some of the best. Italy is one of my favorite places: good vineyards with excellent restaurants. I’m going to Barbaresco vineyard. Care to join me? It’s a nice drive. You’d make it very enjoyable for me. Call it my treat for staying around.”
“I’m very grateful of course, but I have things to do at the convent. They’d be concerned if I didn’t return.”
“Oh, I’m sure they wouldn’t miss you. After all, they are caring for you because of me.”
“I need to go.”
“You need to get in my car, Elizabeth.”
“No, I...”
“Get in the FUCKING CAR.”
The grin grew bigger as poor sweet Elizabeth was held in his devilish spell, unable to move anywhere but the car. Oh, she struggled, but it amused him as the door opened by itself and she climbed in. Asmodeus got in, slipping into the deep luxurious black leather. He sighed with pleasure as the seat hugged him. Looking to his right, he watched her, unable to do anything against her will. Moving his fingers, the seat belts moved, slipping over her chest. They pulled tight and she moaned as the black material emphasized her breasts, making them prominent. The zip of the hoodie slipped down by itself, revealing the tank beneath. Asmodeus sighed as the sight of her breasts aroused him, her nipples hard and pushing out of the thin cotton.
“Please, I don’t want this. Let me out.”
“Are you demanding that I, the lord of hell, lets you go?”
“Yes, please, let me go.”
“No fucking chance, little girl.” The gleeful chuckle filled the Bentley’s cabin and he tugged the tank top strap from her shoulder, peeling it down slowly until her breast lay exposed to him.
“Mmmmm, such delights, free dinner for a perfect tit.” He started the engine, which roared into life, and pressed hard on the accelerator. Smoke spat out from the spinning wheels, spitting fire spewed from the exhaust as the turbo kicked in the power. “I’m going to enjoy sucking on that.”
The brute of a car sped forward as Asmodeus left it to navigate to the vineyard. It was less than two miles away but he had no intention of going the direct route.
Elizabeth’s breathing turned to panting as the windows blacked over and visions of heat and hot landscapes moved across the glass like video streams. Visions of hell. His hot tongue lapped at her right nipple, circling it, lavishing it as though it were the sweetest delicacy. His hot lips covered it, sucking it in, pulling on the flesh of her sumptuous breast. Her moans urged him on.