I MARRIED A DEMON BILLIONAIRE

Chapter 3_What A Greedy Demon

JOANNA-ROSE

I whimpered as his hand reached for my labia, brushing his fingers against it. What a greedy demon; he knew having s*x with him was going to stop the heat. He was trying to get me to agree because of the wish. I placed my hand on his shoulder.

"Fine, get rid of this heat," I muttered.

"Gladly." His lips curled into a smile.

He lifted me into his arms. It was then that I noticed how small I was in his arms. He was far larger than me, which was why he called me Tiny Ember. He carried me all the way to my bed and placed me on it. He climbed on top of me and kissed me, pulling the bathrobe off completely. Leaving me naked beneath him, he stroked every part of my body, and I moaned against his touch.

His touch was driving me nuts; this was my second encounter after my sister's boyfriend literally r***d me. He couldn't find her when he came, so he came to me, and it was so painful. He wasn't gentle at all; that day had been the worst day of my life.

"Tiny Ember," he called. "Don't think about anything else while I am still here."

I slowly nodded at him. He brought his lips to mine and kissed me until I was gasping for breath. He worshipped every part of my body, and I could feel my inner thighs getting soaked.

"Open up your legs," he ordered. "I want to see what your pussycat looks like."

I opened up my legs, and he went in between them. He pushed a finger into my labia, and I arched my back in response. I could see his face, and he had a smirk on.

"If you can't take four fingers in at once, you can't take my d**k at all."

"Just shut up and do your job!" I yelled.

He chuckled before his finger began moving inside of me. I grabbed the bedsheets and moaned out; he finger-f****d me with his finger. Soon, he inserted two, and when he was about to make it four, I felt like I was going crazy. He grabbed one of my breasts in his hand and finger-f****d me with the other.

His mouth was on my other breast; the heat wasn't getting any less. It was increasing, and I was about to explode.

"Can't you just f**k me now?" I asked. "I am getting worn out."

He stopped what he was doing and glanced at me. "The more excited you get, the more I gain."

I didn't understand any word he was saying; what does my excitement have to do with him? I watched him as he unbuckled his belt. I wondered if it was going to be as painful as the first one was. He held his c**k in his hand, and I was surprised at how big his c**k is. I hurried, sat up, and closed my legs.

"Let's just say we should let this go, okay?" I muttered. "I will find a way to get rid of this heat; you can go home now."

The size of his d**k scares me; was that going to fit in my labia? He seemed to notice my fear because he grinned at me.

"Backing away now, Tiny Ember?" He taunted. "You are already wet, and it is going to fit in just fine. You gave me your permission, and I can't stop."

He grabbed my legs and forced them open. I laid back on the bed and waited for him to slide in. I felt his c**k at the entrance of my cunt; he pushed it a little and then pulled it back. He rubbed my cunt with his d**k, and I moaned out.

"Should I keep going like this or give you my d**k?" He asked.

"Just get it done," I mumbled.

He slammed into me, and the impact didn't give me the chance to scream at how huge he felt inside of me.

"Stay still; you are going to adjust to my size."

I moaned as he slowly began to thrust in and out of me. My lips were slightly parted, and my eyes were closed; the pleasure was too much for my body to take. I shivered as he began thrusting harder and faster. I was almost on the verge of coming when he pulled out of me and lifted me off the bed.

He sat on the bed and placed me on his lap. I moaned as his hard c**k pressed against my cunt. He lifted me, his hand on my buttocks, as he placed me down against his c**k. His c**k filled me once more, and my body shook from the pleasure. He did the same thing over and over again; I clutched tightly to his shoulders.

How long was he going to do this? My eyelids felt heavy, and soon I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, he was nowhere in sight. I was under the covers, and I glanced down to look beneath the blanket. I was still naked. The heat was gone, and I finally felt relieved. I stared at the window; it was dawn. I knew I had to get ready for my regular chores. I wondered if he had left; he could at least tell me he was leaving.

I sat up on the bed and held the blanket up to cover my boobs. Just then, the bathroom door opened, and he stepped out of it. He was in his trousers and shirtless.

"You are awake," he said when he saw me.

"Of course, I am." I blushed in embarrassment.

"I hope you don't mind me using your bathroom."

"I don't."

"Good girl." He replied. "I will be leaving. If you still need your wish, you can say it now."

Wish? He was still giving me a chance to make a wish. Now, I have to think of a wish; there was no way I was going to waste such a wish. I still doubted him when he said he was a demon; he was a human who does cosplay or whatever.

"I will have to think about it," I muttered.

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever, what's your name?"

I pushed the strand of my hair behind my ears. "Joanna. Joanna-Rose Miller."

"The second daughter of Miller?" He inquired.

I shook my head. "You got that right."

"Joanna-Rose." He muttered, and I loved the way my name sounded on his lips. "I have to make something clear."

I peered at him, unsure of what he was talking about. My curiosity was at its peak.

"What?" I inquired.

His eyes bore into mine. "Since we had s*x, I don't want those emerald eyes of yours looking at another man. Do you understand me?"

"What the hell?" I questioned. "You don't own me; we don't even know each other. If it wasn't for the heat, I wouldn't have slept with you."

"In other words, I am not your type." He demanded, his voice raising, making me flinch.

"No." I shook my head. "I never said you were not my type."

"Then what?" He asked, his voice harsher this time. "You slept with me, and I don't want the hands of another man on my stuff."

"I don't belong to you," I choked out, barely processing what he was saying. "The truth is, I find you weird. Someone wanted to eat you, and the next thing, he called you a demon, and you told me you are a lust demon, which are all lies."

"What made you think I was lying to you?" He yelled.

"There is no such thing as a demon," I grumbled. "They stay in hell, even if they exist."

"You have to listen to me," he said. "I don't like anyone placing their hand on my stuff. Since you had s*x with me, you belong to me, and no one else is allowed to touch you or kiss you. Am I making myself clear?"

"That's not possible," I replied. "This is just a one-night stand, and I hope we never see each other again."

This dude was crazy; why made him think that I was going to be his because I had s*x with him? Now I regret ever doing that.

"Too bad, Tiny Ember, because I am Lestas Fenris, the Demon of Lust, Passion, and Desire. I am the king of all demons, and I rule the nine hells. You can also call me Asmodeus," he said.

All he said sounded like trash to my ears. What the hell was he saying? He was one of the demons of hell and even a king. This was unbelievable. Maybe one side of me wanted to believe him, but the other side couldn't shake the fact that I slept with a demon if he was one.

"I know about all the stuff you said, Lestas, but there is no way I am believing that. Enough of this trick; it isn't going to work out. I admit that I enjoyed your company, and we had great s*x, but that is all. Nothing more."

He rolled his eyes at me. "I already warned you; if you let someone else touch you, there are going to be many dead bodies rolling around the place."

He was threatening to kill anyone who touched me. What a psycho! I was scared now. I wonder what is going to happen to me now.

"I don't share my stuff," he repeated, as if I were one of his goddamn properties. "And I mean every word I am saying."

I had enough; there was no way he was going to tell me what to do with my body. It was mine, not his.

"Since you said this," I muttered. "I have a plan, and I am going to sleep with the first boy I set my eyes on when I step out of this room."

"Don't you dare!" He yelled; his voice held authority, and I felt myself becoming submissive to it.

Before I could blink, he was in front of me. How was that possible? He was far away from me. What makes him so close now? He pinned me against the bed and stared at me.

"Don't try anything stupid."

I shifted in surprise as double horns appeared on his head. His eye color darkened. His body looked more muscular, his skin looked different, and to me, he was f*****g hot. His demon self also looked so fuckable. I was wondering if his d**k increased in size too.

What the hell was I thinking? It suddenly hit me. He was an actual demon; he hadn't been lying about being a demon. I couldn't believe I had slept with a demon. He grinned at me and gave me a quick kiss.

"If you have an affair with someone else, I am afraid you will die," he mumbled. "All of them do, and I am just looking out for you."

A pair of black wings emitted from his back, and he moved away from me. My eyes widened at the realization of what he had just said. 'I was going to die if I slept with someone other than him.'

What did I just get myself into? He flew away from me, giving me one glance. He shook his head.

"Since you have had s*x with me, you are in danger. Don't worry; I will find a way to help you." He gave me a tiny bit of assurance before disappearing into thin air.

I f*****g can't believe it.

I had s*x with a demon, and I enjoyed it too. I was f*****g doomed.