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  HELL’S BELLS

  An erotic interlude with the characters of

  HOT HOUSE: DANTE & HAYLEY

  Sheri Gilmore

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  This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and spanking.

  Hell’s Bells

  Sheri Gilmore

  This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Copyright © December 2006 by Sheri Gilmore

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  ISBN 978-1-59632-399-5

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  Editor: Karen W. Williams

  Cover Artist: April Martinez

  “What time is everyone supposed to be here?” Dante asked, unbuttoning the nightshirt the woman before him wore.

  The sound of silk hitting the floor, combined with the warm, sleepy scent of her skin tantalized and teased his nostrils and his cock. With an uncontrollable groan he pulled her closer, nipping and suckling her neck.

  “Um ... in about an hour and a half,” she said.

  “Perfect.”

  “For you.” She pulled away, slightly with a pout. “I'll have to redo my hair and my makeup.”

  “Hayley Thomas, are you telling me you don't want me to give you your Christmas present?”

  “No!” She grabbed his forearms when he would have pulled away.

  He grinned, nipping the soft skin beneath her ear. “I didn't think so.”

  “You know me so well.” Her knees pressed into the mattress as she scooted closer, kissing and licking his chest.

  Dante shut his eyes and sighed. “Not as well as I want.” Even after a year he couldn’t get enough of this woman. He hated the Christmas season with a passion, but for her he would make this holiday special even if he had to stomach his brothers and her parents together carving the Christmas turkey. “Roll over,” he said, picturing Gabriel slicing the bird with superb precision with his khukuri.

  “Okay.” Turning, she stretched her petite frame the length of the bed, slipping her feet and legs between his. The outer portion of her thigh brushed the inner part of his.

  Shit. If his cock got any harder, he’d explode.

  Long, golden brown hair slapped his skin as Hayley glanced quickly over her shoulder. An impish gleam sparkled in the depths of her eyes like the blinking lights on the Christmas tree in the den. “Is this how you want me?”

  Curling his fingers into fists, Dante fought the urge to plunge into the molten paradise of her body. “I want you any way I can get you,” he said between clenched teeth.

  Placing the heel of his palm against the center of her back, Dante pushed her into the softness of the mattress and straddled her hips. The cool globes of her ass tickled the backs of his thighs and cradled his balls and cock.

  A thin sheen of perspiration coated his forehead, but he forced his mind to focus on giving her pleasure through massage. Kneading both of her shoulders, he dug his fingers into the knotted muscles.

  She stiffened, then relaxed with a sigh. “Oh, God, that feels so good.”

  Dante’s gaze shifted to the ceiling with a touch of exasperation. “He has nothing to do with it.”

  Hayley buried her face into the mattress, muffling a giggle. “Sorry. It was just an expression.”

  He continued, sliding his hands down her back and kneading with his thumbs and fingers all the way to her lower back that lay between his spread legs. Following his hands, he leaned forward and kissed a trail down her spine, alternating with nips and licks from his teeth and tongue.

  Hayley moaned, wiggling her ass against his cock just enough to let the length slide up and down the crevice between her ass cheeks.

  Dante couldn’t resist keeping the sensations going. Lifting his weight with his thighs, he placed his hands on either side of her hips, pulling her up and down in opposition to his movements. The slap of his balls against her backside took up a steady rhythm.

  Beneath him she sang, “Jingle balls. Jingle balls ‑‑”

  Dante released her hips, and she fell to the bed, laughing so hard she had to hold her abdomen.

  Crossing his arms over his chest he sat back against the pile of pillows stacked at the base of the headboard. “How could you joke when I am trying to show you how much I care about you?” he asked, not liking the angry hurt her song and laughter aroused. Until her he had never let anyone under his skin long enough to cause any emotional pain.

  “Aww, honey. I’m just in a good mood.” She kissed his arm. “It’s Christmas and we have gifts and company coming. I haven’t met any of your brothers, except Michael. And, my mom and dad have been dying to meet you for a year now.”

  Snort. “They’ve been waiting longer than that, believe me.”

  Her smile vanished. Sitting, she placed her hands on either side of her hips.

  Uh oh. Maybe he’d overstepped the line just a bit with that remark.

  “Are you telling me my parents were slated to go to Hell when you were in charge?”

  “Now, baby, you know I wouldn’t have let your parents stay there for long.” He pulled her to him, sitting her on his lap. “Why don’t you tell Santa Satan what you want for Christmas?”

  She was fighting a smile. He could see it. “Come on now. I know you’re on my ‘Been naughty; needs a spanking’ list, aren’t you?” He slid a hand over her knee and up her thigh.

  A grin spread from ear to ear, lighting up her face.

  “Do you need a spanking?” he asked.

  Hayley nodded, placing a finger in her mouth and pulling her bottom lip down, like a little girl. “Please. I’ve been very bad.”

  Dante’s breath caught and his heart beat accelerated. She was a fantasy come true.

  Flipping her onto her stomach across his knees, Dante caressed the white, firm skin of her ass. “Spread your legs.”

  She did without hesitation.

  Grabbing a pillow, he tucked it beneath her hips, raising her into position. The lips of her pussy, sweet and pink, pouted up at him.

  “Get this wet.” He offered her his finger.

  She sucked into her mouth and circled it three times with her tongue. When he pulled free, his hand dripped with her saliva.

  He lifted his knees off the bed, raising her even higher, almost even with his mouth.

  Later. Right now he wanted to give her what she’d asked for. Sliding his wet finger up and down her slit, Dante played with her clit. When he pinched her with his forefinger and thumb, she wiggled her ass. That was his cue to dip his middle finger deep into her cunt.

  Hayley moaned and pushed back against his hand, working her hips in a slow, grinding m
otion. Her head on the pillow, he could hear her panting as her excitement built.

  Pulling free with one quick motion, he slapped her ass. She jumped and buried her head deeper into the pillow.

  “Like that?” he asked, his cock straining for release.

  “Y-Yes.” Her answer was hesitant and muffled.

  He slapped her again, twice in the same spot. “I didn’t hear you.”

  “Yes!” This time the response was loud and sure.

  Dante smiled. “That’s better. Now, tell Santa Satan exactly what you want from him.”

  “I want you to spank me until my ass is as red as hell.”

  Smack!

  “Then, I want you to lick it and kiss it better, working your way to my cunt.”

  Smack. Smack!

  She screamed.

  “Is there more?” he asked, watching her cheeks grow redder and redder with the imprint of his hand. He kissed the reddened globe nearest him, drawing the skin into his mouth and suckling.

  Hayley’s body shuddered as she gasped and nodded. “Yes. I want you to fuck me until I come.”

  Dante’s eyebrow rose. “That’s all?”

  “I want you to make me scream with it.” She glanced over her shoulder. Tears streamed from her eyes, bright with pain and anticipation.

  Glancing at her pussy, he could see how excited she was. The lips of her vagina were engorged with blood and coated with her juices. Dante nodded. “Because you’ve been such a naughty girl this year and given Satan everything he could possibly have wanted and desired ...” He kissed her other cheek, biting down hard. “… and because he loves you so fucking much he couldn’t live without you ...” He slid two fingers into the beautiful cunt in front of him, liking the way her body clenched around him, drawing him in further. “... I’ll give you everything you’ve requested for Christmas.”

  He played with her a few minutes more. Every time she drew close to orgasm, he withdrew the pressure. By the time he was ready to continue with other pursuits, her pussy had soaked the sheets and his hand. Dante kissed her rear. “Time to play, my dear.”

  Smack. Smack. Smack.

  With each slap Hayley squealed. When her ass was a nice rosy red on both sides, Dante pushed another pillow beneath her hips and rose on his knees behind her. Smoothing his hands over the hot welts, he kissed her bottom.

  Licking between her cheeks, he reached her pussy. With his tongue he circled the inside of her thighs, up and down. Glancing at her clenched fists, he could tell he was driving her wild with his reluctance to touch what she wanted him to touch and lick. He had all the patience in the world. After all, he’d learned in the best place there was about stretching out the tiniest moment of pleasure. It might be the last one that ever came your way. Any type of pleasure, but especially sex, should be enjoyed to the max. He flicked his tongue close to her clit, but not quite on it.

  Her fists clenched tighter and she groaned. “Goddammit, Dante. Please have some mercy.”

  He smiled, breathing in the musky scent of her. “All right, babe.”

  Plunging into her cunt with his tongue, he licked and sucked until she was writhing against the sheets and shouting his name for release. On the verge of losing his control, Dante flipped her over onto her back.

  Grasping her wrists, he pulled her arms over her head while his thighs pushed her legs further apart. With one thrust he entered her, filling her with every inch of his cock. He swallowed her gasp with his mouth, kissing and thrusting his tongue into her mouth the same way his cock thrust into her body. The tight grip of her body around his dick sucked what resistance he had.

  Soon he was tumbling over the edge of a dark abyss with a strange ringing sound resounding like the bells of Hell whenever a new soul fell into its depths. But, this time when he fell, instead of a fiery pit of flame there was the softness of Hayley’s body and the cool feel of silken sheets.

  After what seemed like hours, he raised his head and blinked, not sure he wouldn’t be back in that infernal pit. “Was I asleep?”

  “It isn’t a dream. You’re really here with me.”

  “I heard the bells.”

  “Your family has arrived for their presents and turkey dinner.” Hayley smiled and caressed his cheek. “Merry Christmas, Satan.”

  Sheri Gilmore

  When Sheri Gilmore isn’t creating romantic sexual fantasies for her readers, she’s a registered nurse, wife, and a mother of three. Her most favorite cities are New Orleans, San Francisco, and New York City, but she’s always wanted to visit San Antonio, Santa Fe, and Las Vegas. Visit Sheri on the Web at www.sherisecrets.com.

  To read more about the characters and their world, check out Hot House: Dante & Hayley by Sheri Gilmore.

  Everyone deserves a second chance ... even the Devil!

  A feud older than time, an angel in search of his soul, a love affair that spans the ages, and an innocent young woman tossed into the mix by an ancient god are the recipe for an erotic conflagration set in … Hell!

  Hayley Thomas only wants a man she can share her lonely nights with. But, when she agrees to go “clubbing” with her two best friends, she gets more than she bargains in Dante, the proprietor of the club. He’s a real devil.

  Hot House: Dante & Hayley is now available at Loose Id®

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