Father Samuel held up a hand towards Theresa.
“Please, let me. I understand her fear.” The dark glimmer in his gaze pinned her to the spot.
Unlike before, she could move if she wanted. The thing was, she didn’t want to. His eyes willed her to listen to him and she slowly lowered herself to sit.
“He has invaded your mind, my sweet Elizabeth.”
She jerked at the endearment.
“No, you─” Elizabeth jumped up in her seat and pointed an accusatory finger toward him.
She dared to stab him with said finger. It did nothing. The solid steel of his chest was unharmed and unmoved.
“No one else calls me that! Only HE called me that! You will not have me, you sick fucking evil bastard! I will not be yours to rape and discard! Get the fuck out of here or I will! I’m going to find a way out! Do you understand me?” With each exclamation she stabbed her finger into his powerful chest. She could feel the heat and muscle ripple against her now sore fingertip.
Elizabeth panted hard. Her chest rose and fell. All the while, that smirk remained and he looked very calm. Before she could register what he was doing, one hand cupped her cheek and the other grabbed her wrist in a death grip.
She sucked in a deep breath and yanked. It was useless. He had her, he wasn’t letting her go.
“Sweet Elizabeth, he has gotten in so deep. The devil can be whoever he wants. He is the god of the underworld. A ruler of evil in his own right.” As he spoke in his deep calming rumble, he brushed his thumb back and forth over her cheek.
She leaned into the touch. A sense of ease and calm filled her limbs, and made her toes and fingertips tingle.
“We are going to catch him. You have no fear here in this house. Now, Mother Theresa, take our sweet one to bed. It has been a hard day. Now that we know he has come for her, we will set precautions into place.”
Looking back down at Elizabeth, he leaned forward and pressed a long, firm kiss to her forehead. Liquid heat filled her body and she could have melted to the floor then and there. A whimper escaped her lips as Theresa came for her, slowly guiding her out of the church.
“Sweet dreams, my sweet one.”
Turning back to him, she watched him wink, and when the lid flashed open she watched the red flow flicker then die before he turned away from her.
She was powerless.
It was him.
Everyone was against her.
She had no way out.
And this night—she would be lost to whatever he had done to her in her dreams.
Please, someone, help me.
Chapter Four
With each passing moment of the dreamless sleep, you are at my mercy.
Relaxing in the chair by her bed, Asmodeus sat, his legs parted and Mother Theresa bobbing her head slowly up and down his aching shaft. It wasn’t the Victoria Secret model, at his engorged member which made it hard and stiff. No, it was Elizabeth, sleeping soundly, dressed in tank top and cami-knickers under a soft sheer sheet.
Breathing hard, Asmodeus watched her chest rise, the pin prick nipples pressing against the cotton. Moving his fingers in slow deliberate ways, the sheet slipped from her body. The wet patch between her legs made him smile, the vulva, hard and swollen, belied her nightmarish thoughts. Mother Theresa sucked on his head, purple and rigid against her warm, wet tongue.
Gripping a fistful of her hair, he twisted her head and forced her to look at him.
“Thank you for bringing her to me; you shall have your reward. Now, though, I need to be alone with my Elizabeth.”
“Yes, Master.” She licked her lips, smiled at him, and left.
Asmodeus got to his feet and slipped onto the bed, sitting by Elizabeth’s side.
“Let’s go somewhere more exotic.”
The scene changed around them both. Windows let in light from all four corners, and only four six-inch-thick columns held up the room. It overlooked a beach. The soft waves lapped at the golden sand. People dressed in nothing but their skin fornicated outside, performing the most delicious acts─in his mind anyway.
Elizabeth lay on the bed, soft furs hugging her flesh. His eyes lit up at the sight of her, his breath increasing as he watched her, chest rising, her eyes rolling beneath her lids. All this was a dream to her, lost in it all, unable to control her own destiny.
He touched her skin, allowing his warm fingers to explore every inch of her hip. It reminded him of a glorious landscape as his hand rolled across the wave of her silky curves. A sigh escaped her lips. Her tongue slipped through the seam and licked, desperately trying to moisten the dryness. With a tight pull on her thigh, he rolled her onto her back, dragging his fingers down to her pubic hair, his manicured nails catching on the delicate threads. Her legs opened for him, her eyes still tightly closed. Using his middle and forefinger, he parted her labia, the tantalizing wetness coating the tips.