I think any guy can be HOT, HOT, HOT, even if he’s the byproduct of the Devil. Yeah, I know, I’m changing up history, right? Well, I’ve always had a fascination for the rather devilish end of the spiritual world, including Lucifer. And I’m not talking about the sexy Netflix show either! I’ve been writing a book that I’ve pushed aside twice (which I never do) in order for another story to take hold. I’m determined to finish this one. It’s sexy, it’s challenging, it’s dark – but not in a way you might think. It also pits good against evil, which is obviously a favorite concept of mine. I thought I’d give you a VERY unedited taste…
The End of Days.
I’d been told for years that the horrific rapture, consuming every mortal being considered righteous was right around the corner. Then darkness would ensue, consuming and feasting. Those who followed the teachings of the Devil would be spared, allowed to control the Earth, enslaving God-fearing creatures to do the biddings of their Master.
Rapture: A mystical experience in which the spirit is exalted to a knowledge of divine things.
Rapture: Ecstasy, bliss, ravishment.
The meaning in the dictionary certainly gave me several other sinful thoughts, none of them having to do with a beast with horns.
I bit back a laugh, wiggling in my seat, my pussy clenching. Such bad girl thoughts.
I’d also heard there was one demon who’d been imprisoned, prepared to fight against the tyranny as established by Lucifer and his followers. She was still enslaved, her mind and body broken from years of torment.
Stories told over campfires, in order to instill good behavior in little girls and boys. Very few believed in the ancient teachings, but I’d come to expect that at least some of what I’d read held a certain amount of accuracy.
Humans, after all, needed discipline.
Evil. Evil. Evil.
The notion continued to swirl around me, nightmares keeping me awake. My eyes ached, so dry and my throat so parched. I hated being here. Coerced. Forced.
Like a good little girl.
I shuddered at the thought. The sad truth? I couldn’t stand my life.
“The Devil is amongst us!”
The way my father shouted from the pulpit made me cringe, but he and his followers truly believed in good versus evil. I slunk down in the hard bench style seat, longing to be with my books and all alone, fantasizing about another life. That would never happen. My parents never left me alone. Being the daughter of a Baptist Minister meant I was required to attend every service. I was twenty years old and was still controlled by a man who believed I was riddled with sin.
Maybe I was.
I read romance novels.
I dreamed of a dark knight taking me away from this place, protecting me.
I longed for the touch of a man, taking me to new heights of ecstasy. My pussy clenched just thinking about a rugged man’s hands gripping my thighs as he pressed his face into my wetness. I shoved my knees together, terrified that the scent of the juice trickling into my already damp panties was detectable. These weren’t proper thoughts for a minister’s daughter. They weren’t pure.
The word licked at me. Shivering, I bit my lip and dared glance around at the congregation as the ultra conservative believers raised their fists in acceptance. Jesus was their savior.
I didn’t have one.
I jumped hearing the clap of thunder, able to see the bold strike of lightning shimmering through the stained glass windows. The eeriness of the vibrant caricatures, depictions of good versus evil, made my skin crawl. Even the rumble of wind through the hundred year old trees seemed more dangerous tonight, as if there was a festering of evil crouching just outside the doors.
The sound was ominous, casting shadows into the dimly lit church. Candles flickered, the howling wind creeping through the aging windows and doors.
“And we shall cast out that demon before he takes hold. Yes!” My father slammed his hand on the wood podium, the clanging noise from the goblet of host wine falling onto the floor more chilling than anything.
I watched as the red liquid flowed from the tarnished sterling silver, everything suddenly in slow motion. Blood. The chalice was spewing blood of the centuries.
“Praise the lord!” The entire room stated. “Praise be to God the almighty.”
I noticed my mother sitting on the first row, her glorious long hair in the required bun. My father was strict, believing that allowing any concept of vanity was akin to following the Devil himself.
The old ways.
The old beliefs.
James Mullins had made certain the entire small town believed the Devil had found us, threatening all that we had. People were terrified, locking their doors at night as if that would keep away the Prince of Darkness. I knew otherwise. If the Devil was ready to drag us to the underworld, he would take anyone at any time.
His burning desire.
I want you. You belong to me.
I could almost hear his sultry voice beckoning me. I twisted my hands, trying to catch my breath as I glanced around the expansive room. Tonight seemed different, another purpose in mind. This wasn’t his normal sermon, the glow and show of a man who enjoyed being in the limelight.
I was sick to my stomach, trying to block out my father’s words. I’d been punished as being a nonbeliever for far too long. I’d also been chastised for wanting a different life. I had to get away, out of this town before it consumed me like it had everyone else. I’d made my decision, sending out a dozen applications to various colleges. I’d saved some money working at the hardware store, and if I was lucky, I’d receive offers for scholarships.
If not, I’d run away, finding a community college in a town far removed from this strangling hold of a town. Whatever worked. Whatever got me the hell out of here.
I needed a savior, someone I could trust without question.
Maybe my hunger was simply insatiable.
Fiddling, my mind wandered, envisioning my hero’s face, his engaging eyes and a smile that could light up a room. I shivered as the fantasy continued; fingers dancing down my naked skin, a thick cock sliding into my molten pussy.
My father suddenly threw out his arm in my direction, his fingers flexed open. “Thou hast found Satan and he lives in one of us. Right here. Right now.”
There wasn’t a person who hadn’t turned their head in my direction. My mouth was parched to the point I couldn’t say anything. What the hell was my father talking about? My skin crawled, my heart racing. He couldn’t be serious.
But he was.
“Blasphemy. We will rid her of the Devil! We will heal her very soul, erase the fires that burn within.”
This was crazy. My father had lost his mind. I tried to shift to the end of the bench but within seconds, two sets of hands grabbed me, massive men in dark suits yanking me into the aisle.
“What are you doing?” My screech was lost in the sudden hum that flowed throughout the church. The entire congregation was alive, stomping their feet as they stood, turning in my direction with anger and fear in their eyes. “No!”
They believed I’d been consumed by the Devil.
“Father. No!” I struggled, trying desperately to get out of the strong clutches, men I didn’t even know, had never seen before.
But they were too strong.
This had been planned.
Now, imagine who just might be coming to her rescue. OR, will she become Lucifer’s spawn’s obsession? Hmmm…
Also, don’t forget, HOT off the presses, the third in the Cenzan alien world. The book can be read as a stand alone, but you will certainly learn a lot by reading Conquering Their Mate and Capturing Their Mate as well. This is Killer’s story…
HUNTING THEIR MATE
They hunted me. They caught me. Now they’re going to breed me.
As far as I’m concerned, the Cenzans will always be the enemy, and there can be no peace while they remain on our planet. I planned to make them pay for invading our world, but I was hunted down and captured by two of their warriors with the help of a battle-hardened former Marine. Now I’m the one who is going to pay, as the three of them punish me, shame me, and share me.
Though the thought of a fellow human taking the side of these alien brutes enrages me, that is far from the worst of it. With every searing stroke of the strap that lands across my bare bottom, with every savage thrust as I am claimed over and over, and with every screaming climax, it is made more clear that it is my own quivering, thoroughly used body which has truly betrayed me.
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Kisses and spanks…