He looked down at his drink and lifted it to his mouth, savoring the taste as he licked a drop of liquor off his lips, nodding in appreciation to the bartender for a job well done.
I shifted in my seat, feeling wetness start to build as I pictured being that drop of liquor, having him use those tasty lips and quick tongue on me. I quickly lifted my drink and downed half of it, hoping that the booze would settle the rising need elicited from just looking at this stranger. But I’d forgotten that the bartender knew I liked to have the sin of Lust infused into my drinks, and the slip of power shot through my veins for a second, causing my pussy to clench. My breath got heavy as I watched my prey.
I reminded myself that I liked the chase. I liked to be the one to taunt and entice my suitor, and when they finally had the balls to come talk to me, well, that was when the real game began. If they passed the test, they got to get the prize—a full night of lust and sex that would rock their world.
Just sit here, Lil. Drink your drink, act like you don't have a care in the world. That one of the most gorgeous males you have ever seen didn't just walk in the door looking like a delicious bedtime snack.
I crossed my legs, effectively telling my body to cool its jets for a minute. Reminding myself that he was not the only one in the room. I could have anyone I wanted in here. I just needed to find the right candidate. Someone at my level, like Cass said.
That devilish voice that was the demon side of me slithered out.Oh, he can match me at the level of my pussy just fine.I rolled my eyes at myself.Down, girl. We need to entice the prey to come to us.
In an effort to enact this plan, I looked anywhere in the room but the bar where the golden god was. I needed to keep my head in the game and stay ready for when he came to me, because he would come to me.
I leaned back like I didn't have a care in the world as I sipped my delicious lemon drop, because there was nothing better than sugar with your booze. Until it was gone in two minutes. Soon, without me asking, it was replaced, and I kept up my not-looking-at-him facade. I could feel eyes on me every once in a while. I hoped they were his, but I didn't know, since I was pretending not to care, but, still, he didn't come to me.
I told myself not to worry as drink after drink came and I achieved a nice buzz. Meanwhile, my skin burned with an inferno of neediness. Soon I was not really paying attention to the room, just the yummy, surgery Lust drinks in front of me. I might as well enjoy whatwasin front of me.
I was about four more drinks in, licking a circle around the rim of all its sugar, when my eyes flicked up and I saw the most mesmerizing sea-blue eyes staring at me, watching me with mirth. My thighs felt it when I realized they were his eyes—Mr. Royal Suit. He just watched me. Me with my tongue down this glass like it was a sugar-coated dick.Shit!
Chapter 5
WhenIcameintoVex, my sole purpose was finding Lillian Darkstar and having her soft and pliant like putty in my hands. The plan was to make her forget her surroundings, all of her carefully crafted demoness prowess, and to get her to lose herself. As she was at the precipice of a mind-blowing orgasm, I would press the portal key and have her fall into Hell on a high point. I felt like that was the least I could do since I was sending her back to Hell.
Vex was one of those bars that was exclusive for the sake of being exclusive. It wasn't exclusive for riches—even if all the patrons were wealthy—but for power. Patrons could be in shorts and sandals, but if they had enough power, they could get in just like the rest of us.
There were only a lucky few who were not demons who had enough power to juice up the door to get in. Some are dark witches, whose ancestors made deals with demons long ago for their family line; some are very powerful Others, like the occasional master vampire or fae royalty. Or they could be an incredibly handsome member of The Four Horseman, like me, and were just born this good.
It was unmistakable that this bar catered to demons, though, because of their sinful drinks. No, they literally infuse sin into their drinks, giving you a shot of power as you sipped down your gin and tonic. It sounded cool, and I would try them if I didn't have the opposite problem. I wasn't looking for any more power. I was looking for greedy little power leeches to be able to relax for just a second. Since I wasn't a regular, I didn't have a booth dedicated to me, so I waltzed up to the bar.
Once I’d talked to Garth, the bar owner, and asked why he didn’t let any and all demons come in. He could rake in the dough if he just let a few of the demons that may not be very powerful but had tons of money come in. He just smiled a creepy smile and rubbed his hands together as he answered.“I'm not interested in money. I'm interested in status, knowledge and favors.”
It was a very demonic answer, and I knew that I was going to have to watch out for Garth. Even if he was more of a mid-tier demon, he must have already collected enough favors or friends to have whatever he wanted. It was an interesting business model.
I sat at the bar and asked for a regular martini, dry with extra olives, since this was the type of joint where you’d drink that. This place had the secluded vibe of a posh speakeasy, and I just had to match with the atmosphere.
I turned on my charm and thanked the bartender, who blushed while also looking like she wanted to rip my clothes off. But I didn't pay attention to that because I was here for a purpose—one sexy purpose—and I didn’t want to waste any of my sensual vibes on the wrong woman.
I took a sip of my drink and started to scan the room. I saw a few demons that I knew and raised my glass to them as they nodded. I recognized the dark witch in the back from a local rival brokerage and smiled her way. She scowled back at me. You win some, you lose some.
My gaze finally snagged on the reason I was here. I could pick out those silky dark tresses, gorgeous full lips, and dark seductive eyes anywhere, but she wasn't looking at me, and it irked me. Did she not sit in the booth that faced the door to see who walked in? Was she colorblind? I purposely wore this suit to make sure I stood out and caught her eye easily. War called it ‘peacocking’, but I called it marketing the goods. It's all about the packaging, right?
Speaking of packaging, I was damn near swallowing my tongue every time I looked at her because she was that stunning. If I’d thought she was sexy as fuck in her picture, she was downright bow-worthy in person. Seriously. It was taking some willpower to not go over and prostrate in front of her, swearing to worship the ground she walked on for just a lick of her skin. I bet she tasted like smooth sin—the kind that you didn’t care was going to damn your soul because it was that epic.
I had to remind myself that I was here for a debt that was owed—owed to her damn father. One that I was not able to renege on, because I wasthis closeto saying fuck it and whisking her away to really savor her for a couple of nights—maybe a week, a month if she would let me—dodging Lucifer for however long we could. She was his daughter after all, the one who ran away and hid. I was sure she could tell me how she did it, but I couldn't. My brothers and I needed to clear our debt with the devil if it’s the last thing we did.
I didn't want to seem too eager, so I stayed in my seat and watched. I watched as waiter after waiter refilled her drinks as soon as she sipped the last drop. After she’d received her most recent one, I’d asked the bartender what she was drinking because “it looked good”, and she’d laughed. She said that a man like me wouldn't want to drink that.
I lifted my brow and asked her again with power lacing my voice, letting her know not to fuck with me when I asked her a question. She quickly back-tracked, shaking in fear, as she said that she was a regular who always ordered lemon drops, extra sugar on the rim, with the Lust infusion sin. I smiled as I asked her to make me that same drink, and she went to work on it.
My little demon had a sweet tooth, and I filed that information into the steel trap that was my brain just in case I could use it later. As soon as the bartender finished making the drink, I looked over at Lillian to find her going to town licking the rim of her empty glass.
I don't think she meant it to be seductive. In fact, it was quite sloppy, as she had the glass tilted sideways to lick each crystal she could find. That didn’t stop me from finding it incredibly sexual though. As I imagined that sloppy tongue wrapped around my dick, my heart beat faster, and my eyes stayed glued to what she was doing to that glass. I have never been jealous of drinkware before, but I guess there's a first time for everything.
As soon as she gave the last lick, she looked up and her eyes locked with mine, widening in shock, cheeks growing red with embarrassment. A slow smile pulled at my lips.It was showtime.
I snatched the drink the bartender made and waltzed over to her. I watched her gulp with wide eyes at my approach before she closed them for a moment. When she opened them again, the transition from lustful sugar loving woman to strong and powerful demoness was sudden. She stared at me, leaning back against the booth wall, watching me with a calculated edge to her desire. It was amazing at how quickly she turned from the drunk girl enjoying herself, onlookers be damned, into the sly demoness ready to make a deal that she knew was going to be in her favor.
I had to admit, both sides were intriguing for different reasons, but I wanted the demoness tonight. I think the drunk girl could convince me to abandon my brothers and run away with her. We couldn't have that now, could we?
