Hell's Belle - Eve Newton Page 0,85

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He raises an eyebrow at me. “I see,” he says. “Were you going to ask me to join the party?”

“Do you want to?” I venture cautiously.

“What are the rules?” he asks in a low voice, leaning forward.

“I claim you as mine,” I reply, also in a low tone. “You don’t stray from my bed unless one of these males takes your fancy. You don’t get to leave in the morning.”

His sparkling blue eyes flash with a dangerous desire that I’ve never seen there before.

He licks his lips as he contemplates my words.

Then he sits back and lifts his feet up onto the table. He digs a cigarette out of his jacket pocket and lights it. “Well, about fucking time, Annie. This necromancer has wanted you to man up for years and see that I can rock your world for good, baby. I’m fucking in!”

My eyes widen at this sudden turnaround. “Seriously?” I ask, because I’ll be damned again if I take that as a given. He has never given me any indication that he felt this way.

“Serious as a fucking heart attack,” he says and then looks around, his eyes landing on Gregory with interest.

“Hands off,” I warn him.

Devlin locks eyes with me but understanding floods his features. “Gotcha,” he says, standing up and then pulls a pair of handcuffs out of his back pocket, holding them up for all to see. “Now, who’s gonna let me cuff ‘em and whip ‘em til they start to beg?”

I raise my hand slowly, seductively and all eyes land on me again.

The mood changes instantly.

I have gone from being the predator to the prey. I see Gregory slip out of the Dining Hall before I am swept up, stripped of my clothes, laid out spread-eagled on the dining table with my hands cuffed above my head, for my males to ravish me however they see fit.

Until it’s my turn, of course, and then they had better watch out…there’s a She-Devil about.

38

Annabelle

“I have a fantasy of you,” Devlin whispers to me as I wiggle on the table. Drescal is licking my cunt as Elijah finger-fucks me and it is driving me wild.

“Oh, yeah?” I pant. “What’s that then?”

He tweaks my nipple, then twists it so hard it sends a bolt of lust straight to my clit. I arch as the climax tears through me.

My hands are cuffed above my head, so my shoulders ache as I buck through the heat whirling through my veins, making my head go light.

“Oh, yes,” Devlin purrs in my ear. “You are perfect, Annie.”

As the orgasm dies down, I give him an ingratiating smile. “Tell me your fantasy, Dev. I’m here to please until I decide it’s my turn.”

He laughs darkly. “Are you sure you want to hear it?”

“Now? Even more.”

He leans in closer and lowers his voice. “I want to fuck you while you are completely still. Held down. I want to ride you so hard while you just lie there and let me.”

“Don’t like active partners?” I giggle, his words having made my heart beat faster.

“Not this time,” he says, placing his hand in between my tits and pushing down hard. “No moving,” he states louder so that the other men can hear. He looks at Elijah. “You’re a big boy. Hold her down for me.”

Elijah gives me a questioning look, but at my nod, he agrees and moves around to push down on my hands with his great strength.

“War? Be a dear and use your magick to hold me still,” I say, with a wicked smirk at Devlin.

Killian, who has thus far just been watching this show from the chair that he hasn’t moved from for a while, flicks his wrist and I feel myself pinned to the dining table, not able to move a muscle. I know that I out power him and could get myself out of it, but I don’t want to. I want to give Devlin his fantasy and a really big part of me wants to feel helpless again. Ever since that night in the sin bin it has plagued me. I have never been helpless a day in my life. Not even as a hours’ old baby. Suddenly, I want what Aleister accused me of engaging in when he came to me the morning after the Gargoyle and Razor had sex with me. I want dark and dirty playtime. I want to be running for my life, chased down. Hunted. I want to feel fear, I want to be afraid