Possessed by the Devil

by Nicola Rose

I’ll bathe in their blood. I’ll take everything…

Lucifer is sprayed with blood. There’s an arc that goes right along his impeccable abs—from his navel, upward, across his face. I feel sticky. I know it’s all over me too. I want to straddle his lap. Lick his face. Suck his lips. Bite his neck. Grind myself against him.

He observes me like I’m the most wondrous thing in the whole universe.

The Devil is looking at me with barely contained awe. At the carnage I’ve wreaked. At the way my chest heaves with the thrill of it. ...

Dammit! Stupid, stubborn tongue!

“You can’t have me,” I whisper, lips brushing his and igniting every lustful nerve. “I’ve had you your whole life.” The

The inhuman pace he sets is relentless. The only pause is when he manhandles me into another position. One minute I’m on my back, sinking through the black stone and floating away on tides of delight, then I’m on my knees, screaming as they’re shredded against hard stone from his onslaught.

He switches from man to monster in a second. I hate it. I love it. Then I hate myself for loving it. And I hate him… and round and round I go. My fucked-up little merry-go-round. The Devil loves me. The Devil loves me not. I love the Devil. I love the Devil not. Am I really this sick? Am I a terrible person?

“That’s my good girl. Scream for me.”

“Oh, God!” I yell. He pauses the assault. “God can’t help you. You might want to redirect your begging my way. I’ll accept Lucifer or my King.”

“I’m hoping you’ve felt enough wrath that maybe I can offer a little comfort again. We’ll see how it goes.” Wrath. The Devil is the master of inflicting pain. But I’m under no illusions here. I know that even the worst of the pain he’s given me is no more than I can take. Purposefully laced with pleasure, keeping me on the edge. Balancing. Ready to topple into his snare and never come out. But damn, if he doesn’t love to receive it, too.

Lucifer flaps a hand dismissively. “I don’t require anything today.” Confused, the demon attempts to say something else, but Lucifer snaps his fingers, and the man disappears into a poof of black smoke. “Was that necessary?!” I gasp. “Yes. Sniveling kiss-asses are tedious, and you know it.”

I’m going to save the Devil. Right before I kill him. Probably.

Don’t you dare come down here, Angel. I can handle this myself. Get the fuck out of Hell. Lucifer’s raging voice erupts through my head, making me feel his power and his wrath all the way to my toes.

‘I’m coming for you, demon. And as for owning me? Granted, you have owned me in the bedroom, but out here in the real world? Nope. Never happening. It all ends tonight.’

‘All those years your father thought he was training you to fight me, but all he was doing was making you more perfect for me.’ Lucifer’s words echo around my skull, and I’m not sure if he’s putting them there, or if it’s just memories of the first time he muttered them. Either way, they feel so painfully true.

whisper. I’ve been denying the fact that I belong to him. But I’ve been missing the bigger picture. The Devil is mine.

“You’re free, Angel. My castle is yours. Roam, kill, fuck… do as you please. Just make sure you return to me here each night, and that the fucking is reserved only for me.”