“Not thewholething. When I realized that you were going to finish in the elevator, I turned around and played a game on my phone.” He could see the questions burning in my eyes and sighed. “I'm a level two demon from the Sloth circle, all of that”—he waved his hand in the area we were fucking—“seems like too much effort for me. I'm not interested in it.”
Well, that answered my questions. I patted the demon's shoulder and thanked him for stopping the elevator when we were obviously too caught up in each other to think of it ourselves.
“It's my job,” he replied, sad and slow, like that depressed donkey on that kids’ show I watched once as I flipped through channels. What was he called? Eloy, Enron, Eskimo?
I noticed that Con was pulling his pants up, so I went to the corner where my red thong laid in shreds and picked it up. As soon as I turned around, Con snatched the fabric from my hands and put it into his pocket.
“I owe you new ones, right? Well, that means these ones are mine.” He stuck his tongue out at me, and I laughed, watching him button his pants and put himself back together.
“Whatever floats your boat, pervert.” I winked at him as the elevator dinged open and grabbed his hand as we walked over to the hotel next door for a night he would never forget.
Chapter 7
Holyfuck,I'mintrouble. I kept reminding myself all night, this was for my brothers. We needed to get out of Lucifer's clutches and a debt must be paid for us to be truly free. But the longer I spent between her thighs, the quicker my steadfast resolve waned.
I tried; I really did. A few times, I took out the portal key and positioned it behind her while her head fell back in ecstasy, but I couldn't push the button. Every time I was about to, my mind kept playing all of our greatest hits. That time in the shower, that time against the window so others could see, that time we broke the desk, twice.
She was a firecracker in the sack, truly amazing, but I found that I was starting to enjoy her company too. She had this soft side to her that bled out every once in a while. Like when she made me clean my cum off the bathroom wall because she didn't want the maids to have to deal with it. She said that it was just plain rude since we’d broken the desk, which she’d already called, apologized, and paid for. Most demons would've just left without saying anything and canceled their card so they wouldn't get charged.
Then she had this funny, goofy side that reminded me of War, which I loved and hated at the same time. She convinced my dumbass that she was really into freezing cold sex and told me to jump into the ice chest in the hallway, as she would get ready to warm me up.
Of course, I did because the sex we’d been having was next level and I was pretty much down for whatever she thought was sexy. After a few minutes, I realized that I had been duped. I stormed into the room, my dick barely swinging because it was almost frozen, and found her watching TV on the bed. I marched up to her, and she curled into the covers, laughing.
I was getting ready to grab my clothes and leave when she caught me by the waist, cheating by hugging me from behind with all her warmth. I leaned into her, soaking it up.
“It was super funny that you fell for it, but once I saw how cold your dick looked, it made me sad. Let me warm him up. I know the perfect place for him to get cozy and forget all about that icky horrible ice.”
Then she circled around to my front, dropped down with a smile, and sucked on that popsicle dick like it was the last one on the shelf. It was the best blowjob of my existence. What that woman could do with her tongue and throat should be illegal.
Come full circle, I was having my own issues with sending her over to see her papa.
Right now, she was sleeping next to me, mouth wide open, hair splayed across her pillow as she was star-fished on the bed. It was a good thing that we had a king-sized bed because this little lady was taking up about three quarters of it now.
Normally, that would piss me off, but for some reason, I really couldn’t care less. Maybe it was because my balls were practically empty, maybe it was because she looked adorably beautiful lying there, or maybe I was feeling guilty about what I was inevitably going to have to do.
This woman had to be dead tired after taking in all that power. Not only had she consumed my horseman power, but she’d also absorbed the demonic Lust magic. I thought after the first round we would just be having sex, but her body kept calling to my power, pulling it out at every chance it could get. I had watched as she took it all in, session after session, absorbing it all like a champ.
I didn't know if the Lust magic helped with taking my conquering power or if they somehow canceled each other out, but I did know that no one—not a single being—was able to handle my power like she had, and I wanted to know why and how. Did that mean something more?
I was waiting for her to wake up so I could try to broach the subject, but she was definitely sleeping in today. I even went downstairs and got her coffee and a pastry, trying to see if she would wake up from the scent of food and caffeine, but it was a no go.
I got closer to her as she started to make some noise, thinking that she was finally waking up. She started panting, her thighs rubbing together as a moan broke from her lips. Was this woman having a sex dream after we’d had a sex-a-thon all night? She started murmuring, but I couldn't make out what she was saying. Did she say another man's name? Oh, fuck no.
Before I could do anything about it, my phone started to vibrate on the side table. I quickly moved around to see who it was and frowned. Why was Fame calling me? He knew I was busy. I looked at my little hellcat for a second, then took the phone to the bathroom and whisper-barked into the phone, “What?!”
Fame’s calm, cool voice came out so casually I could picture him sitting at the table, legs crossed as he looked at the phone with cold indifference. “So you haven't completed the job? Well, that's not a surprise.”
My teeth ground together as I clenched the phone, seething. “I’m working on it.” What the fuck did he think I was doing? Having a fucking tea party!
“Oh!” War's voicelit up with surprise.Great, I'm on speaker. “We just assumed that since you didn't come home last night, you were being a little bitch and were licking the wounds from your massive failures to yourself, your brothers, and your commitment to your word.”
I opened my mouth to cuss them the fuck out when D's voice came over the line.
“Get it done, Con.” My shoulders sagged at the finality in his voice, and I nodded, even though they couldn't see me. “Or don't… And when it's my turn, I will execute it with perfection.”
I was seething after hearing his smug self-centered ass and hung up the phone. My wavering resolve strengthened. My mind was back on the straight and narrow as I tried to breathe through my rage.
They thought I couldn't do it. They thought I was weak. The worse one of the four, and that I wasn’t good enough for much more than a fuck. I would show those fuckers! I would fucking win this!
