Free Crave by Bonnie Bliss Page B

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    His hand gripped the back of her neck and yanked her in close. She sucked in a breath, her gaze darting to meet his as she leaned in close. Asmodeus’s lips glazed over her cheek, her eyelids, down her nose.
    “So melodramatic,” he purred.
    Elizabeth tried to get free of his arms, but he held fast.
    “I want to leave,” she whimpered.
    Oh, lovely, sound more weak and off your game.
    His fingers fisted in her hair. He gave a firm yank and it arched her neck and brought her chest flush against his. Asmodeus flicked his tongue out over her lips, his voice low. The deep timber kicked up her heart rate as he punched against her ribcage.
    “You see, I don’t want to leave. I actually want to eat your pussy, while you’re spread out on the dinner table for me and screaming. I want the owners and tourists to watch this. I want people to see me fuck you—hard. I want the world to know I own you, and you’re MINE!” He snarled the last word.
    She let out a squeal and her legs turned to jelly. He held her up against him, and she could feel the hard press of his erection against her belly.
    Asmodeus nuzzled her neck. His laughter vibrated through her insides. Elizabeth’s eyes rolled back, and her body betrayed her quickly. Her pussy grew moist and her clit throbbed between her thighs.
    “I don’t,” she panted.
    “Really?” he dared her. His voice was laced with amusement. “We shall see about that. No more illusions and dreams, sweet one.”
    He moved quickly. Asmodeus picked her up, gripping her ass and tossing her roughly on top of one of the tables. The sounds of glass shattering and heavy silverware clattering to the concrete ground filled her ears. Panic set in as she started to fight back. Elizabeth caught her bearings, slapping at him, her fingers clawing as she tried to keep him away from her. It was one thing to accept the dreams, the fake realities he imprinted in her mind. But to really allow him to do things to her—in public.
    The flat of her hand came up hard and fast.
    Smack!
    She connected clean with his face. Elizabeth hissed as the heated pain coated her palm. Asmodeus paused, glaring down at her. He didn’t stop as he managed to get her jeans unbuttoned and zip down. In one quick fluid motion they were down around her ankles. He shoved his body between her thighs, stretching her open. She shoved at his chest. His nose touched hers and he snarled.
    “Behave.”
    Her arms were yanked roughly over her head and she was pinned. She realized, to her horror, that the act, this whole violent, sexual display had made her nipples achingly hard. Her cunt creamed over her folds, and she was panting, thrusting her hips up against his body. Elizabeth heard his hum of approval as she yanked at the invisible bonds.
    “Shhhh, little one. I promise I’ll make you come for real.” His breath hushed over her panty-covered pussy.
    She fought to close her legs, but he growled and slammed her thighs against the table roughly. Elizabeth felt a finger slide between the cotton of her underwear and the wet folds that pulsed in time with her heart beat. Then the warm breeze lapped at her exposed pussy right before his tongue flicked over her swollen clit. Her head slammed back against the table, her hips thrust up against his mouth.
    “That’s it, little one. Demand, take, enjoy my mouth sucking on your hot little cunt.”
    His voice was muffled against her weeping hole. She thrust up again, her mind trying to yell at her to stop, but her body was already in his hands.
    “Fuck,” she whimpered.
    Elizabeth looked down between her legs. Asmodeus licked the pads of his index and middle fingers before circling her clit, then shoving them deep inside her cunt. She cried out as her walls feathered around the thick digits, sucking him in deeper.
    “Good girl. Fuck my fingers, yes, that’s it. Fuck, you’re tight, I thought this shit was just my fantasy but you are so swollen and wet for me, little one.” He