Married To The Devil Bride

2.

His gaze stalked up and down my body as his grin widened. I was suddenly way too aware of my own nakedness. Instinctively, I blushed and snatched the blanket up off the floor to cover my body.

“Mm. Beautiful.” His tongue, slick and deep pink, slipped across his lips. “But it’s a little early for playing coy, love, don’t you think?”

He shifted to the edge of the bed with an athletic gracefulness and curled his fingers around the blanket’s edge. As he did it, his knuckles grazed my calf. His touch made me shiver involuntarily—but it wasn’t cold.

It burned.

“Hard-to-get is a good look for you, but…” His eyes glinted as his gaze met mine. With a single, sharp tug, the blanket slipped from my fingers and back to the floor again. “Naked is a better one.”

For a moment, I was frozen naked before him again. In fear? Confusion? In lust? All three?

I didn’t know.

In the next instant, his hands curled possessively around my hips, pulling me right back into bed.

He took my wrists in his hands as we rolled together—my body struggling. His, conquering. His hips pressed firmly against mine, pinning me to the mattress. His c**k, still hard, slipped against my belly as he deftly worked one of his knees between my own, parting my thighs.

“My Evie,” he breathed, lowering his lips to mine. “Mine.”

He moved so slowly; I could have tried to fight him. But his grip on my wrists was too strong. The weight of his body on top of mine was too heavy to push off. And as I breathed in his scent, dark and spiced and without even the slightest hint of morning breath…

I was frozen all over again.

This time, I knew exactly why.

Every warning signal in my brain was going off, telling me to struggle. To knee him in that big, gorgeous c**k of his and run far. Run fast.

Meanwhile, every bone in my body was ignoring my brain entirely.

I wanted him—and he was making it very clear that he intended to have me.

His mouth slipped against mine gently, like butterfly kisses from his lips, and my lips…they wanted it. They ached for him. They yearned for more… and got it. When the kiss deepened from a graze to a crush, my eyes closed, and my mouth answered his.

My body wasn’t listening to me. I wasn’t sure it could listen. That kiss lit up my every cell, left my hips bucking greedily up toward him and my cunt flooding with warmth and light and…

And need.

“Good girl. That’s better. Now…” He pulled away just as slowly and released my wrists so he could smooth my hair and the bridal veil I still wore pinned in it away from my cheeks. “I’m starving.”

His hands ran down my body as he shifted between my thighs.

I had a good idea of exactly what he intended on eating—but finally, something snapped into place in my head.

“No,” I blurted out. I gripped his shoulders hard and pushed him away. “Stop!”

“Mm. Good point, love.” His shoulders rose beneath my fingers as he breathed in and composed himself. “Breakfast first, f**k later. You must be famished, too.” He rolled off me then and reached for the black rotary phone on the nightstand. “I’ll call room service. What do you fancy? They do everything.”

My stomach rumbled like the idea of eating breakfast in bed with this strange, gorgeous, horny naked man was the best idea it had ever heard. My cunt ached like it could think of one thing that might be better.

But…this man was not my fiancé.

Looking like that, I wasn’t even sure how he was real.

“Who…why…” I scrambled for the sheets and clutched them over my breasts again. “Why did you just kiss me? Why are you naked?”

“What?” The man paused mid-dial and looked at me like I’d just started reciting the Pledge of Allegiance. Backwards. “All right. I’ll bite.” He smirked again. “I kissed you because you’re mine and I wanted to. As for why I’m naked…”

His gaze prowled over my body through the sheets all over again. The way he looked at me—it wasn’t just like he appreciated how I looked. It was like I was something he owned.

“Same reason you are,” he purred. “We can get dressed later. I intend to spend as much of today exactly like this, exactly in this bed…” His hand moved from phone’s dial and slid beneath the sheets…then between my thighs. “Exactly with you.”

His fingers slipped against the lips of my cunt. It was still so soaked I could hardly believe it.

But this time, when my brain called, my body answered. Immediately.

I drew my hand back and smacked him across his stubbled cheek so hard, for a second, I think both of us saw stars.

“Don’t.” I drew my hand back again like a threat. “I don’t want your f*****g hands on my cunt. I don’t even know who you are.”

The man rubbed his cheek slowly—then, to my amazement, he smirked again.

“Why, I’m the Devil himself, darling.” His hand moved between my legs again, almost playfully. If anything, the slap had only encouraged him. “And if you want to roleplay a little resistance… you only needed to ask, love. I, for one, fully intend to consummate our unholy union again…”

This time, when my palm connected with his cheek, he blinked and withdrew his hand.

“What is wrong with you?” I spat at him, scrambling backward.

“Many have asked that question throughout the ages,” he said slowly as he placed the phone back on the hook. “For once, now I’m wondering the exact same thing about you.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not the one going around trying to…to fingerbang strangers!” I kicked at his hand as he tried to rest it on my ankle over the sheets. “Get off me. I mean it.”

“You don’t remember last night?” He furrowed his brow and tilted his head to the side. If anything, he looked even more gorgeous from that angle.

Fuck.

“No,” I answered breathlessly. “No, I don’t.”

“Strange… I recall it all so perfectly. The champagne, the sacred vows, the s*x⁠—”

“s*x?” I yelped in horror.

I was mortified. Although, that would explain why I’d woken up so wet…

“Yes, darling.” His blue eyes got that wicked light in them again. “So, so much sex.”

“No. No, no, no.” I nearly fell off the bed as I tried to put as much space between his body and mine as I could. From the very edge of the mattress, I leveled my index finger at him sternly. It was the only weapon I had. “You need to tell me what’s going on here. Don’t make me ask again.”

“Maybe the ring on your finger will jog your memory,” he suggested.

I looked down at the hand I was pointing at him with. When I turned it over, a black diamond glittered up at me. It was huge, set ornately in silver, with two rubies on either side of it like drops of spilled blood.

“What…” I glared down at it.

Not only was this man not my fiancé—that was not my engagement ring.

“I can show you the marriage license too, if you like,” he said with a shrug as he rose from the bed. “I thought last night was rather memorable. If anything, I’m hurt that you’ve already forgotten.”

“That…that can’t be true.” My brain cells were scrambling again—to pitiful results. “You’re lying. That’s a lie.”

“They do say I’m the father of those—but this hardly seems like the time.” He glowered as he moved across the room. I blushed as I tried not to stare at the sculpted muscles of his ass while he did it. “If this is some kind of game, Evie⁠—”

“It’s not.” I backed up against the wall and shook my head. “You need to tell me where I am and who you are. Now. Before I call the cops.”

“The police? Funny.” He chuckled to himself as he picked a pair of black slacks up off the floor. “This isn’t how I imagined our honeymoon starting, but…well, ask and ye shall receive.”

He sighed as he stepped into his slacks.

“Where are you?” he repeated my question back to me as he zipped up his pants. He gestured to the room around us. “This is our honeymoon suite—and my building, for that matter. You’re in the Inferno—finest entertainment establishment on the Vegas Strip. Or, below it, I suppose.”

Suddenly, I wanted to hit him all over again. He would’ve deserved it, too. “Stop talking in riddles.”

“You first.” He sighed again as he tightened his belt and buckled it. I squeezed my thighs together as my p***y throbbed. Somehow, even watching this man put his clothes back on was doing it for me. “Why am I naked? That much seems a bit obvious. Who am I?” He moved to a bar cart in the corner. It was laden with glimmering crystal decanters all filled to the brim with liquors, dark and light. “Lucifer, Satan, Star of the Morning… They call me Deal-maker, World-breaker, King of Hell… I could go on. For our intents and purposes…I’m Luke Dawnstar. That’s the name on our wedding certificate, anyway—because most important, Evie, I am your husband. Legally and spiritually. Whether you remember it or not.”