Hell's Belle - Eve Newton Page 0,15

body shudder with the effort of not annihilating everything in my path.

“Damn you for making me do this,” I grate.

“I humbly apologize, Your Majesty,” Elijah murmurs. “I am at your service, here for your bidding and that alone.”

I nearly bite my tongue in half as the desire to burn the realm to the ground almost overpowers me. I try to remember what Gregory told me to do. It is blurry, a haze through the red fog that has descended upon me.

One. Two. Three, and smile.

It takes four times, but eventually the Devil fades and I resume my normal human form, eyebrows and, more importantly, my pants intact. My heart is burning in my chest and each breath scorches my lungs.

“You’re lucky you weren’t closer to me,” I spit out at him.

He lifts his head up to look me in the eyes, but he remains silent, unsure of what to say. It’s not often that she comes out anymore. She used to have free reign, but I murdered far too many of my minions and Roberta, the Demon in charge of Incoming Demons, was getting more and more pissed off with me. Shax, along with my mother and stepfathers, convinced me to pull back. But it was mainly Shax’s words that clinched it. He told me the more they see the Devil, the more they will be complacent about it. Bringing her out once in a while will hold so much more impact and fear, and he was right.

As always.

The fact that I now worry about what I will do if I lose control, is something that will go with me to my grave, if I ever have one. I have the capability to destroy worlds and while that sounded like a blast a year ago, I now have my domain to think about. What just came out here was nothing. A small speck on the Devil scale of what I can really turn into. But there isn’t a Demon in here that will survive that and I’m not risking my family for anything. Shax is a whole other ball game. I can’t hurt him, not permanently anyway. We are too closely tied for that.

“Forgive my arrogance, my Queen,” Elijah says quietly. “I live to serve you.”

Seeing him submit to me in such a way fires up the lust engines, which were already revving pretty high after the shift. A good fuck is the only thing that seems to calm the beast down. Getting that release from a mind-shattering orgasm is the only way to regain my sanity at a time like this. This isn’t what I want. I don’t want him to deal with this for me, but I have no choice. It’s him or one of the hounds and quite frankly, his dick is still taunting me even stashed away in his pants.

I stalk over to him and shove him roughly by his shoulders to the ground. He falls back as my strength far outweighs his and now he knows it without a doubt. His eyes go wide with surprise as I drop down onto him, rubbing my pussy over his hardening length.

“Knew you’d want it,” he mutters to me, that arrogance returning in spite of everything he just witnessed in the last few minutes.

“Shut your mouth,” I order him. I scoot back a bit, unzipping his fly and reaching in to pull out his cock. I run my hand down the underside of it and then flatten my palm against him, pushing him up slowly so that his cock lies flat against ripped abs that makes me want to climb up them.

He is huge.

He has the biggest dick I have ever seen, and I want it. My pussy has gone so wet, it’s making it very uncomfortable in my leather pants.

So I lose them.

With just a thought, they vanish, and he groans as he feels the wet heat of me when I slide over his rock-hard cock.

He sits up suddenly, wrapping his tree trunk arms around me and lowers his mouth to my chest. He grabs the zipper of my top between his teeth and then pushes me back slowly so that he can lower it with his mouth, releasing my tits from their leather prison.

I throw my head back as he latches onto my nipple and grip the back of his head tightly.

In the next second, he is on his feet with me still in his arms.

I wrap my legs around him.

He slams me against the wall