Lust (9 page)

“Hey.”

“What? You’ve got enough for the whole ninth level. Stop being a poop.” Asmodeus sucked it in his mouth and winked. He unfastened a button on his shirt and let the breeze cool his skin.

“There’s a lot of that social media around, you know. People have cameras and video on their phones these days,” Mammon said.

“So?”

“Well, dear dark lord, we could end up on the internet.”

Baal burst out laughing. “Yes, just imagine it. The three of us on Facebook or Twitter tonight.”

Asmodeus joined in. “Yes three twats sat on a bench, eating ice cream and pink fluffy floss. Our reputations could be ruined.” He began to chuckle. “I wish.”

“I wonder if God has Facebook?” Baal smirked.

“God, no he’s still on Myspace. He’s into his music. I’ve been waiting for him to like my business page. Hell R Us. Not a twinkle.”

The three of them laughed.

After a few minutes Asmodeus settled and watched the people milling about, going about their business and enjoying their vacations. Children ran about, eating ice cream, pestering their parents with questions and disobedience. Couples sat holding hands, others kissed and nothing in their tiny world could distract their loving ways. Could he really be like this? In truth he believed not. But it was what he wanted. Elizabeth Cromwell wasn’t going to relent, was she? She would curse him until the end of time. All he wanted was a relationship, to be able to walk hand in hand, kiss her cheek and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. They could go home or visit a bar, eat and drink and slip home to sleep or have sex. No, she didn’t want him; he’d fucked up on a global scale.

“I think a change of tack is needed in my little problem, boys.”

“Do you have an idea or is this pure conjecture?” Mammon said, finishing his floss with a lick of his fingers.

“Maybe you should have settled for the fourth, fifth or sixth daughter,” Baal suggested.

“Maybe. It would have been a lot simpler. But as you both know there are rules and the number seven is crucial to cutting deals in our crazy world.”

“Hark at you, Mammon. Maybe I should have assigned you to sorting the contract in the beginning. I’d be in a better position, who knows? The small print can seal a deal.” Asmodeus sighed. “To be honest, gentlemen, I am at a loss. I have nothing, no ideas, no more oomph.”

“You need to stay distant in that case. From now on, make it look as though it’s a case of bad luck. Let her believe whatever happens to her is her own doing. Stay away for a while. Control her from behind the scenes and then strike once all her chances are gone. You are her last chance. You come in when her world cracks and you save her, you give her a reason to go on. Make it so all those protecting her look as though they have failed.”

Mammon’s words had a ring of truth about them. It gave some impetus to a string of lost hope. “Make her see I am her only true path for the future ahead, her future.”

“Exactly,” Mammon said.

“I like this idea. It just could work with the right planning.” Baal finished the end of his cone.

“Hmmm, but how do we do it?” They all looked at each other, just as a blue Gendarme car flew past, its sirens screaming.

“Another ice cream?” Baal asked.

“Yes, ice cream all round. Frozen dairy products make me think. Oh, and Disneyland tomorrow. I’ll update my status on Facebook. The boys are back in town and are having a foursome with Anna in her frozen realm. No reindeers allowed.” Asmodeus nodded.

“I don’t believe you just said that.”

“What, it’s my favorite movie, for God’s sake.”

They burst out laughing.

––––––––

"W
ell, that’s the last of it." Jared puffed out on an exhale as the last box dropped to the floor.

Elizabeth followed the sound until her eyes locked on the box full of potted fennel and celestite stones. Her hand went unconsciously to the small stone around her neck and her lips curled up at the corners. It was the last of their things to be shipped over to them. Jared had contacts. Who exactly, she had no clue.

She doubted this would be the last time they would settle. Elizabeth just doubted she wanted to keep going. It wasn't that she wanted to give up; it was more of an accepting fate deal.

Did she want to be with Asmodeus?

Not really.

However, she saw no other out at this point.

Warm arms wrapped around her waist and she allowed herself to fall back against Jared. While she was here, in this moment, she would enjoy him. Make him believe it was all sunny and roses and true love. Before she made her move. Elizabeth wasn't raising the white flag—not by any means. She was simply walking into the jaws of madness, to kill it from the inside out. It would be the only way for her to be with Jared for real. She needed to take out the source, and then take out her God-awful parents.

"You doing okay there, love? Hungry? Josef says there is a bistro down the road. A few good things, and then we can finish getting settled in?"

Elizabeth just kept her gaze pinned out the window. The busy crowds went by, totally unaware of what truly went on in the shadows around them. Jared's words were a muffled stream of thoughts that tried to bulldoze through her ill-worked-up plan.

She knew what she needed to do; it was executing it and psyching herself up for it that was the hard part. The idea that she would willingly walk into the arms of evil and accept that at any moment Asmodeus could feel annoyed with her and send her to his evil female groupies to entertain was a very real truth she faced walking into this.

It would be worth it, she realized, gazing up at Jared.

That boyish smirk on his handsome face was all the push she needed to realize she needed to finish this on her terms.

Josef had yet to explain to them what his 'deal' had been. But it didn't matter; every situation was different.

"Yes, go on and get us something. We have been here too long to keep hiding in the shadows. We came here to live; let’s do just that." She smiled and he leaned down, pressing his lips against hers in a chaste but hard kiss.

Jared released her and headed out. As she turned to watch him out the window, it was then she felt it. The tell-tale feeling of being watched. Her eyes scanned the landscape until they found
him
.

Asmodeus looked up at her with that smug expression and glowing wicked eyes. She followed his gaze over to Jared coming out of the building and he winked.

"
No more.
" She spoke through clenched teeth.

She snatched up her coat and was heading out the door when Josef grabbed her upper arm, halting her movements. Elizabeth gazed up at him, and his expression looked tired, remorseful—he knew. Her hand came down over his in a comforting pat.

"If I don't do this, Jared could die. Then what? It was for nothing. I'll go and end this."

On a firm nod, he released her, and she bolted out of the flat. She took the steps down two at a time before she hit the ground floor running. It didn't last long when she came slamming into someone. Strong arms caught her from behind. The lingering stale scent of brimstone tickled her nose. Elizabeth sucked in a deep breath and went to step back.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Bethy. What's wrong?"

Jared?

She looked up into those smiling brown eyes and, relieved, threw her arms around him and hugged him close.

"You know, on second thought, I don't want to eat."

Suddenly bashful, she gazed at him through her lashes. She knew what she wanted.

One night.

Just one with Jared, to hold with her. To keep her strong through all the pain she was about to accept.

"Wha-what is it you want?" She watched his Adam's apple bob up and down. He gathered the back of her jacket in his hands in a tight fist.

Unconsciously, he pulled her closer and she felt his arousal press against her belly.

"Let’s go upstairs, Jared," she whispered.

Without any further coaxing, he swept her up in his arms—very chivalrous of him—and nearly ran them both upstairs. Jared kicked the door shut behind them and she noticed Josef was oddly missing.

Elizabeth cupped Jared's cheeks, leaned into him, and kissed him—hard. Her tongue teased the seam of his lips and they parted, allowing her access to his mouth. They fucked one another orally. Together they took and they gave, thrusting and caressing, owning every inch of one another’s mouths.

The ache between her legs proved it wasn't enough. Elizabeth slipped her legs free, and with one careful maneuver wrapped them around him. Jared wasted no time pinning her against the door. His hands worked her coat off, and soon she was shirtless.

Her body nearly begged for skin to skin contact as she tugged at the hem of his shirt before he reached a hand back and tugged it off. His exposed hot skin made her tremble. Jared's lips were against her ear.

"I promised to eat your pussy until you screamed, didn't I?" he teased.

Hot lightning shot through her and nudged her already wet core. Elizabeth whimpered as he lowered her to her feet and dropped to his knees. She trembled, not knowing how long she should stand like this. Jared never took his eyes off her as he worked the buttons of her jeans and peeled them off, leaving her panties behind. He rubbed his palms up and down her calves and trailed them slowly to her thighs. Without looking down, he brushed her legs open wider, one going over his shoulder, and his mouth wrapped around her mound through the cotton barrier.

The heat of his breath sizzled through her core and her knees buckled. Elizabeth cried out his name, fisting his hair as he brushed the fabric aside and slipped a finger up the seam of her very wet pussy.

He watched her as she jerked. A smug grin decorated his full lips just before he yanked down her panties, achingly slow. The fingers of his other hand still danced up and down her slit, circling but not touching her clit.

"Tell me to eat your pussy, Elizabeth," he growled.

Her cheeks flamed and she closed her eyes. A pinch to her rear had her glaring down at him.

"Say it," his voice rumbled.

He continued his lazy torment of her wet seam and she nodded.

"Eat my pussy, Jared, please." He snarled and dove in. His mouth quickly sucked in her clit, drawing pleasured tears from her eyes. Elizabeth fisted his hair and started to thrust as his tongue began fucking her pussy.

Her eyes slammed shut, and she fucked his face harder. His fingers soon joined his tongue and it was all like magic. He pulled the orgasm from her. Her clit lit up, a buzzing heat shot through her core, and she started to pulse, deep.

"Fuck, baby, your pussy is trying to suck up my fingers..."

Her blurred vision looked down at him in awe and he was smirking into her now gushing pussy. It literally was flowing out of her as her cunt tried to eat his fingers.

God, she was a greedy little hoe.

She giggled as Jared allowed her to slip to the ground. His hands cupped her breasts and he casually rolled her nipples through his fingers. Elizabeth hissed and arched her body. On a deep chuckle Jared stood, unbuckling his leather belt. Her throat contracted as he worked the buttons of his jeans and shoved them down his legs. Strong thighs guarded a huge cock. He was uncut, yet so hard the head pushed its way through the foreskin, hot and shiny. Big, deep blue veins pumped blood to the intimidating cock and she gazed up it in wonder.

Rising to her knees, she reached out and fisted it in her palm. It jerked and she felt her pussy pulse with it.

"Sweet baby Jesus." He threw his head back, his powerful hands fisting at his side as she explored.

She glided up and down, stroking. Elizabeth noticed a bead of precome. Her tongue danced over her lips and she saw double just before she flicked it away. It was salty and thick against her tongue. She hummed with approval before wrapping her mouth around the tip, sucking him down. Her tongue worked the length as she swallowed him as far as he would go. His fingers gathered up her hair into a ponytail, and he thrust lightly into her willing maw.

Elizabeth glanced up, and a wave of satisfaction and power took over as she watched his pinched expression as she took his dick deep into her mouth. The thick member pulsed once in her mouth and, hissing, he tugged her head back. His cock came free with a wet pop and she pouted up at him. She wanted to feel man come in her mouth.

Jared laughed and ran his thumb over her bottom lip.

"Fuck, you are so hot with your lips all swollen from sucking my cock."

She smiled up at him, and before she could protest, he pulled her up under her armpits and carried her over to the dining room table. Jared set her down carefully, took a step back and just looked at her.

"Fuck, your breasts are fucking perfect." He reached for those first, tormenting the tender tips with his fingers and mouth. He pinched and bit, flicking the pain away with his tongue.

"Spread your legs for me—wide." He looked up at her and she complied, her legs dropping open for him, so open her thighs ached.

"Good girl." He smiled before nudging her opening with the head.

Impatient, and desperate for his cock to be inside her, she arched, only to have him pin her hips down with his weight as he thrust fully inside her with his momentum. The pain and pleasure warred inside her as she squirmed under him. He was in total control and she loved it. Elizabeth reached up and grabbed the end of the table, and he started to move, slowly at first. She could feel every pulse, each ridge, and fuck, she wanted more.

"Harder," she begged.

Harder he gave her. Jared slammed in and out at a painful speed but it hurt so good. He was fucking her good and hard right into the table. All this time of holding back, letting it all stay dormant had taken its toll. Jared was a feral beast. He was growling, fucking her, his fingers digging into the tender flesh of her hips. Elizabeth could hear screams and realized it was her. Quickly she climbed back up the peak and then tumbled. Jared was still pumping hard as she was coming down from her orgasm. Her thrusts quick and frantic, he pressed his thumb down hard on her clit and roared, "Come again!"