As Devil strolled into Molly’s condo that afternoon, he still had the same grin he’d had plastered all over his face all day.
She was his. Finally, completely, undeniably his.
He couldn’t stop grinning like a fool. Hell, he didn’t want to.
Everyone had noticed his undeniable good humor; his employees and business associates had been giving him strange looks all afternoon. He simply hadn’t given a damn. Peace had finally settled over his soul, and he was genuinely happy for the first time in a long while.
All because one woman had finally given herself to him.
Molly Ramsey was his.
“Molly?” he called as he closed the front door behind him, ignoring Chanel as the dog snarled at him from the sofa. “Where’s Mommy?” he asked the canine as he peered into the kitchen.
“Dev? You’re early!” Molly called back from the vicinity of her bedroom. “I’m still getting ready!”
Ambling down the short hallway, he followed the sound of her voice and caught his breath as he stepped into her bedroom. Freezing in the doorway, his eyes widened at the sight he found in the attached bathroom.
Clad in a bra, thong, thigh-high stockings and heels, Molly’s back was to him and she bent over to adjust the seam on her hose. Closing the bedroom door with a flick of his wrist, his mouth watered as he eyed the shapely curve of her ass, and he instantly got hard for her.
Until she straightened and he got a look at her hair.
No longer long and curly, it was now straight and sleek, curved around her chin. All earlier thoughts suddenly evaporated from his befuddled mind. “You cut your hair!” he roared, stomping toward the bathroom.
“Oh, hello, Devil,” Molly greeted him over her shoulder. “I’ll be ready in just a few minutes.”
“You cut your hair!” he repeated, staring at her. Truthfully, she looked gorgeous. The cut framed her face and called attention to her beautiful eyes, but still, he’d loved wrapping his fist around those long locks, tangling his fingers in it as he kissed her. Blinking, he noted the color was different, too. Still red, but richer…more vibrant. It looked silky soft and infinitely touchable.
“Do you like it?” she asked, batting her eyelashes at him. “I think Stefan did a wonderful job. Sami was able to pull strings and get me in with him today.”
“You…you’re always beautiful,” he murmured huskily as he allowed his eyes to wander over her. She was wearing makeup – not a lot of it, but enough to accentuate her already gorgeous face. The lacy black bra she wore pushed her breasts up and out, making his hands itch to cup and stroke them. The matching thong barely covered her now-waxed pussy. And the thigh-high hose she wore were simply indecent on her toned legs. “Jesus, Molly,” he growled, his hands fisting at his sides as he gazed hungrily at her.
Hands on her hips, she smiled. “I take it that you approve of my outfit so far?” she teased, aware that his eyes had taken on a slightly feral gleam.
Sidling closer, Devil ran his fingers over Molly’s smooth jaw. “You cut your hair on purpose, didn’t you? Just to prove to me that you could,” he asked her, his voice smooth and low in the bathroom as he ignored her question.
Licking her lower lip, Molly shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Bad girl,” Devil chided, wagging his finger in front of her nose. Perhaps, it was time to show his woman what happened when she tested him. A little discipline would be just what they both needed to begin their evening together. Bending his head, he smiled wickedly when he heard Molly’s breathing accelerate and watched as her breasts rose and fell quickly beneath the lace as he nuzzled her neck. “You know what happens to bad girls, don’t you, sweetheart?” he asked deeply, sliding the palm of his hand over one creamy globe of her firm ass.
“Mmmm,” Molly hummed, tilting her head to give his lips access to her throat. “Tell me,” she breathed, her nipples pebbling against his chest as her thighs cuddled his lengthening cock.
“They get punished,” Devil growled, biting her neck at the same time he lifted and brought his hand down sharply against her ass.
“Oh, God,” Molly gasped, nearly creaming her panties as the right cheek of her ass stung. The slight edge of pain only ramped up her desire for him. “Devil!” she moaned, lifting her head to stare up into his glittering eyes.
“Turn around and grip the sink, Molly,” he ordered softly, rubbing the reddened skin of her butt cheek warmly.
“W-why?” she asked faintly as she slid her hand over his broad chest. “We need to get to the church, don’t we?”
“We’ll go soon. First, you deserve to be punished, don’t you? You were a bad girl today. You deliberately tried to goad me into a reaction. Then you decided to tempt me with this incredible little outfit you have on.”
“In my defense, you weren’t supposed to see this ensemble until later,” Molly defended herself shakily as his lip gently kissed the curve of her shoulder.
“That’s no excuse. You’re testing me, Molly. That’s a bad move, darlin’. You should know by now that I’d never let you get away with that. Now, turn around and grip the sink,” he repeated, squeezing her ass as he rocked his hips into her, pressing his erection against her belly.
Slowly, Molly turned to do as he ordered, bending at the waist and gripping the edge of the sink as she felt him move behind her. Her pussy quickened as she felt his warm hands slide around her waist, stroking her skin. Staring into the mirror, she shivered with excitement as he briefly met his eyes before kneeling behind her. This was a side of Devil she’d never seen before, and it was sexy as hell.
Trailing his lips down her back until he reached the curve of her ass, he nipped both cheeks gently while he stroked the exposed skin just above her stockings with his thumbs. “Do you know what happens to disobedient girls, Molly?” Devil asked in a low voice as he inhaled deeply at her core, drawing the scent of her arousal into his body.
“N-no,” Molly replied breathlessly, biting her lip as his warm breath gusted against her core.
“They get spanked,” Devil growled, delivering two sharp pops against her left ass cheek in quick succession with the palm of his hand and pulling a needy cry from Molly’s lips. He could see her panties darkening with wetness as he landed a third light blow against the other side of her ass. “You like that don’t you, angel? You like being spanked like a bad girl, don’t you?” he asked, licking the skin above her hose with a swipe of his tongue.
Never before in her life had she felt such need, such desire. A strong, independent woman, Molly would have never thought that she would have craved for a man to touch her like this. And yet, this was not just any man, she thought wildly. This was Devil.
“Y-yeah,” Molly whimpered, bowing her back as she pushed her ass toward him. “Devil, please,” she whined, looking at him over her shoulder. She squealed when the next slap she felt was against her shielded pussy.
“Please what, baby? Please spank you? Please fuck you? Please turn you around so that I can sample some of your sweet pussy?” Devil questioned wickedly as Molly shuddered in front of him.
“All of it! Any of it! I don’t care,” Molly cried out desperately. Her entire body was flushed and tense, yearning for satisfaction that she knew he could give.
“God, you look sexy,” Devil growled against her ass. “Your sweet ass is all pink from my hand, and your syrup is sliding down your thighs. And Christ, these stockings! So fucking erotic,” he groaned, sliding his hands up the silk hose, the slight friction almost more than he could take. “You’re so fucking incredible.” She was without a doubt the most intoxicating woman he’d ever seen. He wondered if it would be like this years from now…him desperate to possess her… to taste her...to love her.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded roughly, hooking two fingers around the string of her thong. “I need to taste this luscious cunt,” he bit out as he snapped the delicate lace easily and tossed the remnants of her panties at his feet before burying his face in her core, licking furiously at her puffy folds like a parched man who’d never be able to drink his fill. He slid his tongue from her anus to her clit, lapping at her slit with a violence he barely contained, her moans of pleasure drowning out everything else in the world.
“Devil, God, yes!” Molly panted as his tongue tunneled into her snug passage. Thrusting back against him, she almost collapsed as he captured her hips and held her pinned against the sink as he plunged deeper inside her, forcing her to experience every moment of his tender punishment. The heat of his mouth nearly burned her alive as he replaced his tongue with two long fingers. Gripping the edge of the sink, she moaned deep and long as the tip of his tongue teased her clit, nudging it back and forth as his fingers curled within her. “I’m going to cum!” she whimpered frantically, churning her hips against the sink as his lips tugged at her swollen nub.
“Not yet,” he denied on a growl, quickly pulling his fingers from her slick cunt and rising to his feet to rip open his slacks. “You don’t cum until I say so, Molly. You do the crime; you endure the punishment,” he warned against her neck as he pulled his thick cock into his hand. “Consider this a lesson,” he muttered, whirling her around to face him and lifting her to sit on the edge of the sink. “Guide me in, babe,” he ordered on a harsh breath, leading her hand to his dick and wrapping it around him.
Molly wrapped her legs around his lean hips and drew him closer, guiding the angry purple head of his penis to her entrance. Meeting his darkened blue eyes, she moaned as he teased her pussy with just a taste of his cock.
“This is going to be fast, raw and hard, baby,” Devil warned darkly, his breath cascading over her lips as he clutched her hips. “That’s how I need to fuck you right now,” he breathed, tugging her bra down with one hand so that her breasts fell out of the lacy cups. “I need to see those pretty breasts bouncing for me, too,” he rasped a second before his hips lunged and he sank balls-deep into her amazingly tight pussy.
Devil grunted as he began to thrust heavily into Molly’s wet depths, each stroke bringing them both closer to the edge. Her pussy sucked at him, gripping his cock within its velvety walls. Pumping harder, he groaned as her nails scored his skin through his shirt. “You’re so fucking tight, Molly. I love how your sweet little pussy hugs my dick,” he ground out, tightening his hands around her waist as she rocked her hips and rode his cock. The wet sound of their bodies meeting was one of the sexiest sounds he’d ever heard. The only thing that topped it were Molly’s low moans of pleasure as her back arched.
He couldn’t resist watching as his cock disappeared into her only to reappear a second later, wet and glistening with her juices. “Fuck,” he groaned, thrusting harder as he watched her slender hand move between them to rub her pink, swollen clit. “Yeah, baby! Touch yourself,” he growled, watching as two of her fingers circled the distended bud. “So fucking hot!”
“Devil, I need to cum!” Molly whimpered desperately, tilting her head to meet his blisteringly hot gaze. His blue eyes were nearly blackened with lust. “Let me cum!”
“Not yet. You were a very bad girl, remember?” he growled, fucking her faster as he watched her dusky nipples tighten with arousal. Bending to suck one between his lips, he tugged harder as Molly threw her head back and keened. “I bet you’ll be my good girl now, won’t you, baby? Keep rubbing your clit!” he demanded roughly, moving to suck her other nipple as his balls tightened.
“I can’t!” Molly wailed, nearly insensible from the biting pleasure suffusing her body. “I’ll come if I do! I’ll be a good girl from now on, Dev,” she panted, pressing frantic kisses against his neck as her pussy coiled tighter, hovering on the brink of release.
“Did you learn your lesson yet, baby? You gonna be my sweet girl from now on?” Devil asked against her lips, swirling his tongue around hers before pulling back to stare into her emerald eyes.
“Yes! Yes, Devil! I’ll be a good girl! Just let me cum!” she begged, jerking her hips forward to meet every deep surge of his hips, screaming in rapture as his cock bumped her G-spot.
Groaning deeply as her pussy contracted around his cock, Devil lifted her legs higher, pushing them against her chest and changing the angle of his penetration. Sinking deeper, he felt her pussy liquefy around him. “Fuck, yeah, you’re my good girl!” he cursed as her walls clamped around his cock when he bottomed out inside her. “Milk my cock, baby!” he growled against her ear. “Cum for me, Molly! Cum now all over me, baby!” he groaned, baring his teeth in a grimace of agonized pleasure as her pussy liquefied around him and convulsed as the first spray of his semen erupted from his dick, coating her walls in his seed. He gripped her ass in his hands as he continued pumping into her, emptying himself in her molten depths as she squealed against his shoulder, her body still rocking against his as she rode the wave of her orgasm.
Their harsh breaths mingled as they collapsed against each other covered in a fine sheen of sweat. “Jesus, Molly,” Devil breathed, running his nose against hers as his hand slid up and down her still heaving back. “You’re going to kill me.”
“You started it,” she reminded him, her voice weak as she snuggled closer to him, her body growing chilled as the fire in her blood slowly calmed.
“No, you started it by deliberately cutting your hair when I asked you not to,” he countered, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. “Luckily for you, I happen to love your new look.”
“You do?” Molly asked, lifting her bright eyes to his.
“There’s nothing you could do to change the fact that you’re beautiful, Molly,” Devil murmured quietly. “You could have scalped yourself, and I’d say the same thing. If you were trying to get under my skin, you’ll have to try harder than that. The only thing this little bit of impulsiveness proved is that I’m always going to retaliate in kind,” he warned, nipping her lower lip. “Although, I think you enjoy my special brand of torture.”
Catching her breath as his cock flexed inside her, Molly’s eyelashes fluttered as he kissed her again. “You’re so arrogant. I’ll just have to try harder to make my point from now on. You’re not my boss, Devil. Not anymore. Deal with it,” she mumbled against his mouth as she tightened her legs around his waist just as the phone rang in the bedroom.
“You do what you gotta do to prove that, angel, and so will I,” Devil replied with a sinful grin as he pulled out of her snug passage only to sink back in to his balls. He loved that she tested him. Even when he was still buried in her body, she met his challenge with one of her own.
The sensual spell they were both under faded ever so slightly when they heard the answering machine pick up the call in the bedroom.
“Margaret Ellinor, are you there? You’d better not be there,” Anne Ramsey’s voice threatened sternly through the phone line. “You and Devil had better be on your way to the church, young lady. Tonight is your pre-marital counseling session. I tried calling your cell phones – both yours and Devil’s, and neither of you are answering. Pick up if you’re there,” she demanded impatiently.
“Oh, my God!” Molly squealed, squirming against Devil as he slid deeper into her willing body. Slapping his chest, she shook her head. “Stop it! She’ll know!” She batted frantically at his chest as Devil pulled out of her with a low groan. Hopping off the sink, she sprinted, mostly naked, to the phone as her idiot fiancé laughed behind her.
“Sweetheart, she’s on the phone, not standing in the doorway,” Devil chuckled, watching as Molly darted across the bedroom to snatch up the phone.
“Hi, Momma!” she greeted her mother as she pressed the phone to her ear. “We’re here. I’m just finishing getting ready, and we’re out the door.”
Devil watched as Molly blushed while she listened to her mother. There was no way the woman was going to miss how out of breath her daughter sounded.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t answer the cell phone, Momma,” she apologized, pushing her hair behind her ears as she fidgeted with the cups of her bra, pulling them back up and over her breasts. “What were we doing? I… uhmmm… we were just….we got busy,” she said faintly, squeezing her eyes closed as her momma’s voice squawked in her ear.
Molly hung her head and covered her eyes as she listened to her momma speaking. “Yes, Momma,” she admitted hesitantly, “That’s what we were doing. Yes, Momma, I know fornication is a sin before marriage. I’ll repent profusely for it tonight, I swear! Yes, I’m sure Devil will, too.”
Devil choked on his laughter as he listened to Molly reluctantly confess their alleged sins to her mother. Personally, he couldn’t believe that anything that felt as right and pure as loving Molly’s body could ever be considered wrong. He believed the Almighty would understand that.
Watching the blush on her embarrassed face deepen as her mother continued to talk, he shook his head. The poor woman really couldn’t lie to anyone, but especially not to her mother. Devil couldn’t help his amused smile when she glared across the room at him, and he wondered if she realized she was lying to her mother now since it wasn’t likely that he’d ever be able to repent for laying claim to her amazing body.
Married or not, she was his.
He’d be damned if he’d say he was sorry for that.
Besides, in a matter of days, she’d be his in the eyes of God, the church, and her sainted momma as well.
“I’m going to kill you!” Molly hissed as she finally hung up the phone and turned to glare at him. “She knew, Devil! She knew what we were doing!”
“Because you told her,” Devil clarified as he grinned even wider. “How is your inability to tell a little white lie my fault?” he asked, enjoying the view as she stomped toward her dresser and pulled another pair of sexy underwear from a drawer. How the hell was he going to concentrate on what the pastor said when he knew what kind of indecent panties she’d be hiding under her clothes? Sweet God, what the hell was the point in even putting them on…they barely covered anything at all.
“Given enough incentive, I can make most things all your fault, Devil. My mother said to tell you to keep your hands and all your other parts to yourself and get me to the church on time,” she growled, repeating her mother’s words like the dutiful daughter she was. “So, quit leering,” Molly ordered over her shoulder as she shimmied into the silk underwear. “It’s creepy.”
“You wear something like that, and trust me, I’m gonna look, leer, and lust,” he retorted with a nod at the scrap of black lace covering her mound. “It’s just a fact of life, darlin’,” he remarked when she scowled at him.
Rolling her eyes, Molly stomped toward the closet and pulled out a red sleeveless dress, sliding it over her head and pulling it down with a seductive twist of her hips. Smoothing the material over her hips, she turned to face Devil. “Well?” she asked, holding her arms out. “Do I look okay?”
“Christ, Molly!” She looked fucking phenomenal. “Is that one of the dresses you bought today?” he asked hoarsely, eyeing her body like a man on death row. The soft material fell to just above her knees and clung lovingly to every curve. The sweetheart neckline only highlighted her breasts, offering anyone that looked an enticing view of her cleavage.
“Uh huh. Sami helped me choose some styles and colors that suited my body,” Molly explained with a smile. “Do you like it?”
“You look amazing, but you can’t wear that,” he denied firmly, shaking his head.
“Why not?” she huffed, even though she glowed from his praise. “It’s Prada! I know I couldn’t wear it to any kind of formal event, but it’ll be perfect for tonight.”
“It shows way too much skin,” he muttered, running his eyes up her bare legs. “I doubt the pastor will agree to marry us after I deck him for ogling you. Which he will, because that dress leaves very little to the imagination. Any warm-blooded male would look, and based on what I witnessed on Sunday, Travis was more than a little hot for you.”
Molly couldn’t help her smirk. “Why, Devil, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sound quite so territorial. May I remind you that you were the one that insisted on my new wardrobe? You can’t complain about it now. It was your idea.”
Pressing his lips into a thin line as she stuck her dainty feet into heels that made her legs look a mile long, he nearly whimpered out loud. She was walking, talking temptation, and she was his, damn it. “I’m not complaining exactly,” he grumbled, relieved to see that she’d grabbed a cream wrap for her arms. “I just don’t like other men to see what belongs to me.”
“I’m not property, Devil,” Molly snapped, her eyes flashing dangerously as she turned to look at him. “I’d appreciate if you’d quit referring to me like I’m some kind of possession. If I’m anything, I’m a short-term loan, remember? I’m not one of your long-term assets.”
“Stop trying to arrange yourself to fit on my balance sheet, Molly,” Devil warned, tensing as he realized that she still assumed their marriage would be temporary. He’d allow her to keep her assumptions for now; there’d be time enough for her to learn he had no intention of letting her go once she wore his wedding band on her finger. Clearing his throat, he smiled as he reached for her, looping his arms around her waist. “Let’s not argue. The dress is beautiful, and you’re right… I’ve got no room to criticize your choices after I demanded you go shopping.”
“You remember that, Devil,” Molly ordered, poking his chest with a finger. “Especially when you get the bill,” she added sweetly.
He knew she was trying to bury her knife a little deeper in his chest, but he wasn’t going to rise to the bait. If she thought she’d punish him by spending his money, she was gonna have to take more drastic measures than purchasing clothes. She’d have to buy an island or two. As far as he was concerned, she could have whatever she wanted.
As long as he got her.
“My wallet can handle whatever damage you do to it, Molly,” he replied evenly. His just hoped his heart was padded as well as his bank account.
Because this woman had the power to break him completely if he didn’t move cautiously.