A Discovery of Demonology (Witchery Hollows Book 1)

by Amelia Hutchins

“Pomegranate and white lotus petals, correct? Just a few petals mixed with the forbidden fruit on a Bishop’s flesh is enough to make the devil notice. I assure you of this: he’s taken notice of you, Moira.”

Hell’s empty, and all the devils are here to play. Shakespeare may have been preemptive, but he wasn’t wrong.”

By the time he’d finished making kissing an art form, I was beyond coherent thought. Rowan was carving through my entire being as if I were an apple and he had the knife, replacing my feminine energy with that of a subservient slave to his carnal lust.

“Is your pussy wet for me? Answer me.” The dominance trembling in his tone had me wishing he’d turn my throat into a fucking daycare.

“Run, little girl. When I catch you, I don’t intend to leave any part of you untouched. Maybe you want me to do wicked things to your lithe body. Is that why you stopped running? Is that pretty mind of yours wondering if I’d be your filthiest, most depraved fantasy or a nightmare? The answer is both, but I promise that you’ll like it either way. Does it make your lovely, pink cunt wet when you think of how I’d feel stretching it while you begged me to ruin you? I’ve thought about little else since leaving you at the gate of your manor. How you’d taste on my tongue, or how you’d feel around my cock. But mostly, I imagine how you’d sound screaming my name as you come for me.”

“When I catch you, which do you intend to take me as? Man, or beast? I assure you that there’s very little difference between them anymore.”

“You look at me when your cunt is dripping from the arousal I produced.”

Closing my eyes, I dropped my head back to the mattress and waited for the Vagina-Annihilator 2000 to destroy my poor pussy. I was certain it wouldn’t be the same when he’d finished sinking his cock to the hilt inside of me. That dick was a game-changer, and no way was it not going to hurt fitting it all in.

“You taste like sin, but your tight cunt promises me heaven. Is that your plan? To take me to church and try to redeem my soul? Just so you’re aware, I’d rather turn you into a sinner and drink from your holy grail, sweet Moira.” “Fuck no. I vote you make me a sinner and let me taste the flames of your hell.”

But honestly, if a bitch had to die, I preferred to go out being fucked brutally so I could prance into Heaven and tell them I got dicked to death. Wait, would I end up in Heaven if I let a demon fuck me six ways to Sunday?