His Little Devil (Alistar Academy #2)

Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

SILVER

T he next morning, I’m fighting a massive headache, and Luke will not leave me the fuck alone. “We need to formally announce you to the Council, and you will need to be fitted for your gown.”

“Luke, for fuck's sake,” I snap as I rub my temples. He hasn’t shut up since the moment he noticed I opened my eyes. All I want is to take a shower and maybe have something to eat.

I skipped dinner last night, and my stomach is killing me.

“Little Devil, you need to prepare yourself for what today is going to entail. I wish I could give you a few days to acclimate, or whatever, but I can’t. They have already started the preparations for your coronation.”

I glare at him, and I know my nostrils are flaring. “I don’t want a party!” I whine, then whimper. Fuck, I need something for this headache.

Luke moves closer to me and puts his finger under my chin. The pain starts to fade, and I sigh.

“Silver, this is the way things are. Traditions are everything to some of the Council members. I know you have been through a lot, so I will table this conversation for now. How about a shower and some food? We can discuss things over coffee.”

He presses a kiss to my forehead, and I nod. Taking my hand, he leads me into the biggest bathroom I have ever seen. I peeked last night, but it still blows me away.

“Wow,” I mumble out loud, and he laughs.

Not only are there two sinks, there is a vanity, filled to the brim with face creams and makeup. On the other wall, there is a shower with a bench that could sit twenty, and I wouldn't even call that a bathtub. Maybe a dipping pool would be more accurate with a huge waterfall.

“Come, let's shower and we can explore the bath later,” Luke says and I nod once again. This is unreal.

I don’t tell him to stop as he strips his clothes off, then mine, and pushes my back against the warm stone wall. God, if I thought seeing him shirtless was a sight to behold… This man is pure sin incarnate. Literally. His body has to have been carved from marble.

Tentatively, I reach out and run my fingers along the dips and crevices of his abs. He shudders and I don’t miss the lust-filled gaze when I look up into his eyes.

“Careful, Little Devil, don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warns, and I bite my bottom lip, before slowly lowering to my knees and gripping his hard cock. Now I know what some girls mean about a man having a dick the size of an arm. I don’t think he will fit inside of me.

Using two hands, I jerk him up and down, before leaning closer and licking up the pre-cum he’s leaking.

“Hell, baby, that’s good,” he groans, and I smile before sucking his tip. My lips burn and I know my jaw is going to ache if I take this any farther.

Warm water starts to pour on top of us, and I moan at the sensations. Something about being around all this brimstone has me feeling dirty. Fingers run through my now black hair, and grip my skull tight.

Whimpering, he pushes me harder onto his cock until my eyes are watering. “Such a good little cock sucker,” he grunts. I release him with one of my hands and trail my fingers down my stomach to my swollen clit.

He doesn’t like that. Growling, he pulls me up until I’m standing and spins me around so fast, I have to place my palms against the wall so I don’t fall, leaving my back arched and my ass exposed to his brutal slaps.

“Did I tell you that you could touch my pussy?” he grunts as I gasp. He spanks me three more times, hard and fast, and I’m about to be a puddle at the bottom of this shower.

“Please, Sir. I need you,” I moan, and he laughs.

“Such a needy little slut. Just gagging for my cock, but I don’t think you deserve it yet. All the teasing I had to suffer. Watching you with those boys. No, you haven’t earned my dick yet. So you’re just going to stand there and let me use you like the little fucktoy you are.”

My eyes roll back when his cock bumps against my clit, and grinds into me from behind. He teases me to the point that I’m crying, sobbing incoherently, begging him, and he still won’t give me what I want.

Hot jets of his cum splash against my ass and thighs, and I almost come from the feeling. I’m shaking. I need him so badly. I have never felt anything like this before.

Luke turns me and helps me wash my body, and then massages some shampoo into my hair. It’s nothing like the stuff I used at the cottage, and my heart aches at the reminder that I probably will never go back there again.

Grumbling under his breath, he pulls me closer, and I cry out when he brushes my nipples. They are so hard and my piercings hurt.

“Kane, for fuck's sake!” he shouts, startling me.

Someone laughs from the bedroom, and then I feel immense relief. I no longer crave Luke like I did, and I take some deep breaths as I try to calm down.

“Fucking sex demon,” Luke mumbles and I freeze. Did he just say? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. We are in Hell, after all, even if this shower feels like Heaven.

Shutting the water off, I let Luke wrap me in a warm robe and dry my hair. He offers to brush my hair, but I tell him no. Only one man has done that for me, and I’m not ready to replace those memories.

Leaving me to finish getting ready for the day, I sit at the vanity and stare into a new reflection. I may still have silver eyes and snow white skin, but the hair is throwing me.

I don’t know if I will ever get used to the dark strands. Maybe I can dye it. Grabbing the brush from one of the drawers, I ignore the mirror and quickly finish. I don’t even know if I have anything to wear here, but I’m not putting that dress back on.

Not only is it filthy from the cells I was kept in and the forest floor, but Luke has ripped it to the point it's indecent.

Worst case scenario, I will keep the robe on.

When I leave the bathroom and enter the bedroom, there is a woman waiting for me. She has pure white hair and snake-like eyes. I’m honestly a little freaked out, but then she smiles and I relax, ignoring the pointy teeth and split tongue.

“Hello, dear. Master has assigned me to be your personal servant. I’m Layna,” she says in a voice that reminds me of bells.

I step closer and offer her my hand.

“Umm, thanks, I think. Are those my clothes for the day?” I ask, then point to the lingerie and dress she has laid out on the bed. There are also some killer high-heeled boots.

“Yes, Master has certain tastes, but I did tell him that you will need to wear more than your underwear,” she says, then leaves the room, so I may have some privacy.

I don’t understand what she means until I start to get dressed and notice that the material is sheer.

“Luke,” I grumble and shake my head. I hope I don’t run into anyone on my way to get food.

Someone knocks as I’m zipping up my boots. “Come in,” I shout, then cringe, rubbing my throat. Luke may not have gotten far in his blow job, but I am a little sore.

A man with purple hair, wearing a three-piece suit and an old fashioned pocket watch, pushes the door open and gives me a stern once over.

“Passable. I see we have a lot of work ahead of us, but that will need to wait. Come. Master is waiting for you, and he’s not known to be patient,” he says before checking his watch and making some hissing noise with his tongue.

I stand and put my hands on my hips. “Excuse me? Who the fuck are you?” I snap at how rude this little man is.

With a wave of his hand in my direction, he turns and walks away, muttering, “Yes, yes, I can see now why the Master is so fond of you.”

I go to reply, but honestly, I don’t know what to say, and this is the first time that I have left the bedroom, and the expanse of the halls is overwhelming me. You could drive a monster truck along these passageways and still have room.

This place is huge. My eyes are still wide with shock when we reach black iron French doors. I step ahead of the man—I still don’t know his name—and he grabs my hand before I can touch the handle.

Ripping my hand out of his grip, I glare at him, and he rolls his beady black eyes.

“The only way to enter the Master’s dining room is with a blood sacrifice,” he scolds. He then takes his finger and bites the tip until a bead of blood is pooling, and he drips it along the handle.

The iron sizzles and I swear I hear a groan of pleasure. Fucking weird.

The doors swing open, and Luke is there behind a huge table that could seat at least fifty people. He stands and pulls out the chair next to him for me. His eyes eat up my body, and I scowl.

I’m still not happy that he denied me, and we really need to have some conversations.

“That will be all, Thimon,” he says to the man who escorted me, and I make a mental note to remember his name. Names are power after all. Speaking of which…

I walk around the table and take a seat, letting Luke push my chair in, then grab my napkin and place it over my lap.

There are trays of food in front of me, and my stomach grumbles at the smells. Once Luke has loaded my plate, I turn to him. There has been something on my mind, and for some reason, I had forgotten about it until our walk here.

“Did you kill my family?” I blurt, and his eyes widen, before a dark, sinister smile splits his lips.

LUKE

I have been waiting on this question, and though I am annoyed that my day is going to shit, it’s better to get it over and done with now. I give her a smirk and watch as her nostrils flare.

I think I am going to enjoy riling her up now. “Why, whatever do you mean, Little Devil?” I coo, and she slams her fist onto the table, rattling the china.

“The curse about my family. You’re the one my great-great grandmother, Elena, was talking about,” she hisses, and I throw my head back and laugh.

“Such a little spitfire you’re turning out to be,” I mumble, then sigh. “I didn’t kill your family, Silver, but I am a large part of the prophecy. Do with that as you will,” I say, then wave my hand, dismissing the topic. “Eat, or I will lock you back in the room until you can learn to behave,” I order, letting my powers flow freely.

Pouting, she picks up her fork and stabs her eggs, piercing the yolks. I should scold her for acting like a brat, but she takes a bite, and I decide to be lenient… for now.

She glares at me, and I notice how she's squeezing her thighs together. Seems she's still worked up from our shower.

Glancing over my shoulder at my guards, I give them a look. “Leave. I wish to have breakfast with my bride.”

Nodding, they quickly scurry out of the room. I wait until the doors slam shut before pushing my chair back and turning Silver toward me.

“What do you think you're doing,” she hisses, looking around for someone.

Placing my hand on her upper thigh, I run my finger along the lace and satin she's wearing.

“Keep eating, while I have my breakfast,” I order, sliding out of my chair and dropping to my knees between her thighs.

Taking in her scent, my mouth waters.

Silver gasps as I rip the flimsy thong off of her. I don't know why Layna bothered. I hate having any barriers.

“Luke, what, oh fuck,” she moans as I lick her slow and soft, teasing her clit. Moving my hands to her legs, I spread her wider, allowing me more room.

Looking up at her, her lips are parted and her silver eyes are wide. Her skin is flushed and she never looked more beautiful.

“Eat,” I remind her, and she rolls her eyes before bringing her fork to her lips, taking a bite, then licking the tines clean with her tongue.

My dick twitches at the memory of her licking me like that.

If she wants to act like a brat, then I'll treat her like one. Giving myself enough room, I slap her pussy hard.

“Shit. Ow,” Silver yelps, and I smirk.

“I was going to be nice and give you relief after this morning, but I don't think you deserve it.”

Pulling her dress back down, I conjure her new panties, then toss them onto her lap as I climb onto my feet and take my seat once more.

“You can't be serious,” she mumbles and I shrug, grabbing my plate and cutting a piece of ham.

“Don't fuck with the Devil, Silver. Now fucking eat your meal, or I will cram it down your throat.”

I wait until she starts to listen, then I smile.

“Great, now that you’re behaving, we can discuss the ball this weekend. It will be a big event and everyone will be in attendance.”

“By everyone, you mean…” She trails off and I nod, grabbing my napkin to wipe my mouth before continuing.

“Yes, all of the coven will be there, including those boys that thought they could take what was mine. Attendance is mandatory, Silver.”

Her eyes close, and she takes a deep breath, then rubs her chest.

“Merida will be here later. She is my chef and runs the kitchen. She will be catering the party, as I don’t trust anyone else to prepare my meals,” I continue, and she sighs but nods.

Good girl. See, as long as she obeys me, she will be happy by my side.

“You will need to discuss flowers and color schemes, and be fitted for your gown. The whole ordeal. It’s not everyday that the Devil marries,” I say with a big grin, and she chokes on a sip of tea that she just took.

“Mar–married?” she stutters, and I frown. Certainly this shouldn’t come as a complete shock. I mean, how else did she expect to be my queen?

“Silver, I am going to marry you, coronate you, and then fill your womb with many heirs. But that doesn’t mean that you will be miserable as my bride. I will love you, and only you, until my last breath. I will show you all that Hell has to offer, and shower you with jewels and pleasure.”

I take her hand and make sure she’s looking me in my eyes. Her silver gaze shimmers with tears, and I press the top of her hand to my lips, resting it there as I speak.

“I will cherish you. Since the moment I met you in that dreadful coffee shop, I knew that you were meant to be mine. I will make you happy, Silver. Say yes.”

Her lips part as I kiss her hand and release her. I may be asking for permission, but she really has no choice. I will wed her and bed her, filling her with my seed, with or without her consent.

She may weaken me at times, but I still am the Devil, and I will not be controlled.

Silver Forest will be my bride.