Page 98 of Delivered to the Devil

I blink back and forth between his eyes, unable to believe that I’m hearing right. But he keeps watching me, quietly demanding that I obey. So I part my lips. “Th—thank you,” I stutter, and the words have a strange effect on me that pulls me deeper under his spell and makes the burning sensation in my cheek draw back. I breathe through rounded lips before I say the next part, and as I let out the words, they feel more sincere than I expected. “Will you please slap me again?”

A swish through the air and his hand connects with my cheek. Hard. But this time he catches my head with his other hand.

“Ah,” I cry as my cheek flares up, the force ringing in my ears. But I keep watching him, and the pain morphs into a warm sensation that doesn’t hurt as much as the first.

“Ask me again,” he demands.

“Please slap me.”

A loud smack rings out as his massive hand connects with my cheek, and Gabor’s sadistic laugh is a distant sound that I register but doesn’t quite penetrate the fluffy fog that’s descending over my mind.

“Again,” Janos says and slaps me as I once again ask him to do so.

Pain flares in my cheek with each time his hand strikes, but it quickly drowns in a heated sensation that spreads through my body and makes electricity and desire crackle in my nerves. By the time he delivers the tenth and final slap, my headis swimming and my vision is blurry, but no longer in the nauseating way as before.

“Beg Gabor to fuck you,” Janos demands, nodding his head toward the man at the end of the desk, who I had all but forgotten.

Letting out a whimper, I lick my dry lips, and Janos’s expression turns dangerous. Lethal. It’s almost a relief when I look away to face Gabor. He has taken out his cock—his very hard cock—and is stroking it languidly, eyes shimmering with fascination, like he’s seeing the ocean for the first time.

“Please fuck me,” I say in a weak voice.

“Louder,” Janos demands, grabbing my hair to hold my head in place.

Closing my eyes, I breathe deeply. But I’m not sure if it’s to gather my courage or to steady myself as everything floats. Looking up at Gabor, I let out the words that once tore at my soul, but now drives me deeper into submission. Because those words don’t belong to Gabor this time. “Please fuck me.”

Gabor’s entire stance changes, teeming with sadistic hunger and brutal intent. I cower on the desk, trying to scoot farther up, but Janos tightens his grip on my hair, holding me in place as Gabor shoves my legs apart.

The moment he presses his hard cock against my slick opening, it all comes rushing back. The pain and the panic of all the times he fucked me. The searing helplessness and the worthlessness. But when Janos wraps his wide hand around my throat, forcing my head back and my attention at him, something else comes rushing back too. Our first kiss, his all-consuming possession, and his steadying strength. All the ‘good girls’ and the soothing strokes. I close my eyes and soak it up.

At this moment, I find that I don’t hate myself. I’m not even ashamed about the moan that escapes my lips as Gabor shoves inside me, stretching my inner walls and sinking deep into me.All I feel is submission and belonging. Because Gabor is not the one pulling the strings. Janos is. It’s not the things Gabor does to me that I’m reacting to.

“Good girl,” Janos whispers in my ear, his hot breath tickling my skin. “Now you’re gonna come for me, and then you’re gonna turn over and let him take your ass.”

“Yes,” I moan. Because it’s all I can do. Obey the man who now owns me. The man I belong to, heart, mind and soul.

Gabor picks up pace, and my pussy tightens around him as my world narrows to the man squeezing my neck and the pleasurehegrants me.

Janos tightens his grip on my neck, making it hard to breathe as he says, “Then I’m gonna take you home, cut my own mark into your skin, and fuck you so hard that you’ll never be able to think about anything else again.”

His words send a surge of fear, horror, and anticipation through me. Because I want his twisted possession, and I want to bear his mark on my skin.

Tightening his grip further, Janos cuts off my air. I try to keep my eyes on him to hold the panic at bay, but within moments, I’m writhing and jerking, pushing at his hand as the desperation to breathe builds. Black spots dance in my vision, and Janos becomes a blurry figure before me as he leans down over me.

Just as I’m about to lose consciousness, he loosens his grip. “Come!” he demands with a force that reverberates through the room. The air swooshes back into my lungs with a deep gasp, and my blood rushes in my veins to send oxygen into my deprived cells. It’s like a shock. A shock that sends me straight over the edge.

Pleasure explodes at my core as Gabor grows impossibly hard, and my moans mix with Gabor’s feral groans and Janos’s deep whispers.

“Good girl,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “Mygirl.”

“Your girl,” I repeat, and those two words are the best ones that have ever passed through my lips. Finally, I belong. It doesn’t matter what I’ve gone through to get here or what I’ll suffer through to stay here. All that matters is that I’m his now. That I belong to this mighty, beautiful warrior named Janos.