She shivered, and I strode through the throne room doors and into the darkness beyond.

* * *

“What were you thinking?” I set her down, pinning her against the rock, scowling at her.

“I … what do you mean?” she panted. Her breasts made another bid for freedom from that delightfully dirty corset. Under normal circumstances, I would have relished slowly peeling that from her, revealing the pale skin beneath.

But her skin wasn’t pale. She was red from head to toe. Which only fuelled my anger to new heights.

“Did you find the seam I left open in your living room and think to take yourself on a little adventure to see a demon orgy first-hand?” I demanded, making fists on either side of her face. “Have you no sense of self-preservation? This is Hell, Mouse! It’s not a place for you!”

Her jaw set, and that spark of feisty Jemma that I … for badness’ sake, that I loved … appeared.

“Well then why the Hell did you invite me to your demon orgy?” she demanded, folding her arms over her chest. Pushing those breasts higher.

My cock pulsed. I’d thought myself too angry to be aroused. Clearly I’d underestimated my attraction to Jemma Bliss.

“I didn’t!” I snapped back, my hand inching into the strawberry curls, winding and tangling and savouring their softness. Her lips parted on a gasp, and I tugged, tilting her head roughly back to meet my fury face-to-face. “I want you nowhere near this place!”

Jemma sneered. “At least not until my soul comes here for good, right?”

Something in my brain snapped. “Never, Mouse.” I tossed her back over my shoulder and strode away.

“Where are you taking me?” she demanded, wriggling in my grasp. I planted a stinging slap on her jiggling rear. The moan that burst out of her had my cock almost tearing from my breeches.

“You came down here expecting a Hellish adventure, did you not? Perhaps a chance to experience some real-life monster pornography?”

“I … I …” she stuttered. I kneaded the flesh of her upper thighs until she was panting, her nails clawing at my back.

“You have one chance, Mouse. Say you don’t want this, and I’ll open a portal and send you safely back home.”

“And … what is the ‘this’ I shouldn’t want?” she breathed. I spanked her again.

“The ‘this’ is me, being the devil that I am … taking what I want … and ruining you for human males forever.” I allowed myself one skim of the heat between her legs, barely holding back the shudder of desire that wracked me when she mewled. “Mouse, if you knew the things I want from you …”

“Tell me,” she begged. “Please SJ, I want to know.”