The Devil Made Me Do It Read Online Free PDF

ring to it. It has power and presence. If I have to put up with the horned bit, then I figure they owe me Satan.”
    Jess bit her lip, but it didn’t help. She laughed anyway. There was something endearing about this wholly masculine, totally hot male, admitting he was embarrassed by his name. “You could try Lucifer.”
    He glared at her. “I did. It got shortened to Lucy within a week. Lucy is worse than Stan.” His bottom lip stuck out like a petulant little boy’s.
    Her finger itched to trace the line of his pouting mouth. The Prince of Darkness had feelings, and he could be hurt, just like anyone else. Something under her rib cage did a slow flip flop. Her breath caught in her throat and then slowly let go. “How about if I stick to Dev? Not too formal, but without all the unmanly connotations.”
    The Devil smiled at her. “That’s good. I, um, don’t usually tell people about the Stan thing. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t spread it around. It’s not good for my image.”
    He trusted her to keep his secret. One of the most powerful beings in the universe had willingly given her power over him. Somewhere deep inside her, silently but surely, he was carving a place for himself in her heart.
    The Devil, Dev, leaned over her. His eyes grew dark and heavy. “I believe we have some unfinished business to attend to. I want to hear you scream my name.
     
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    “Dev. Dev? Dev!”
    At the third shout, the Devil opened one eye and grinned at her. “We’ve finished for now, Jess. You don’t have to keep yelling my name. Believe me, I am totally, thoroughly satisfied.”
    The firm, rounded cheeks of his arse were too much temptation. Jess leaned in and bit.
    “Ouch.” The Devil leaped into the air. “You’ll pay for that.”
    He looked ruefully down at his still sleeping penis. “Eventually. You’ve worn me out, woman. Still, what’s the point of being the devil if I can’t…” As he spoke, his cock began to stiffen and grow.
    Wide-eyed, Jess watched it transform once more into a potent weapon. She shifted restlessly. The movement sent a twinge of pain through her overworked muscles and her abraded vaginal walls.
    Instantly the Devil’s erection subsided and he knelt in front of Jess. “I hurt you?” He gathered her into his arms. “I’m sorry. I never wanted to do that.”
    With her forehead resting on his chest, Jess gave a tiny shake of her head. “I’m not used to so much…activity in such a short time. I’m just a bit sore.”
    The Devil cupped his hand over her tender flesh, and Jess winced.
    “Relax, Jess. Let me make it better.” The warmth of his hand soaked into her, loosening aching muscles, soothing burning skin and taking away the itching tightness. He kissed her tenderly on her cheek. “We’ll take a break for a while. There’s a still lot more for you to see and do.”
    His healing hands had taken her pain away. The bed was warm and tempting and they had so little time left. She wanted to stay here with him, storing up memories and experiences for the long, lonely rest of her life. She snuggled back down and held up her arms.
    The Devil shook his head, stood up and held out his hand to her once more. “We’ll have time for that later. Pleasure comes in many forms. Let me teach you to embrace them all.” His sombre expression faded, and he smiled. “You’ll like what I have planned, I promise.”
    “Where are we going?”
    “To do a bit of shopping.”
    Jess’ eyes widened. “I didn’t know you could shop in Hell.”
    “Oh, not in Hell. I thought we’d try Paris. Are you ready?”
    She barely had time to nod before she found herself standing next to the Devil, both of them clad in what was clearly designer wear, on a wide Parisian boulevard.
    Jess took in the mouth-watering sight of the Devil’s elegantly powerful body dressed to bring any woman to her knees. “Let me guess, the Devil wears Prada?”
    “And Armani. Or anything else that pleases