After I left my brothers to their obsession fest last night, I went to my room and looked at her file. She was like no other demon I had come across before. When she’d come over to this side of the realm, she’d started with nothing, just like us. She’d learned how to control her magic and started her company from the ground up. Then she’d recruited demons and Others to help gather clientele. She’d helped demons that had just crossed over with employment and a way for demons and Others to feed without bringing attention to us supes. She’d also helped Others break into a demon-run industry. She didn’t have prejudice against power levels or status in life. If you had a power that could help her achieve her goals, she had a place for you. She even had a human assistant who was feared by some demons because she was fiercely protected by Lillian.
Lillian got up and lifted her hand high to signal someone to get her another lemon drop. All I could do was stare at her scrap of luscious skin through the slits in her delectable plum dress. It would be so easy to push the center panel away and fuck her against a wall. I wondered where her underwear was… or if she was even wearing any. I almost groaned out loud at the thought. Now I wasn’t going to be able to think about anything else but that question.
Damn it, D, you need to get a grip on your fucking dick.
This was not like me to be thinking with my dick. This was what I would expect from War or even Con, not me. I didn’t care about women. Ever since Jenny had died, I just let the thoughts of women go. I was too dangerous to be with. I would eventually hurt them with my power, just like I had with Jenny.
I hadn’t thought about her in so long that a small burst of pain sparked my heart. Pain that had turned into a jaded resentment for myself and power.
Jenny was a human woman whom I had fallen in love with, or I thought I had. I’d known I was a being who would have an extended life, while hers was short, but I’d been so desperate to be able to make my own life, write my own history. I’d wanted to have a life with another being to prove to those angels, and even God, that I was more than just a tool made up of death power for them to use whenever they wanted. I was a man with wants and needs. A man who had a future.
That was all shattered when Jenny died the night I had intended to introduce her to my brothers. The night I’d learned that no female would be able to handle my power. That was the night I’d given up on having my own life and accepted that my life wasn’t my own.
I played poker because it was a job that earned me lots of cash, where I could use my power to further my and my brothers’ lives quickly. It was a job where if I disappeared one day, it wouldn’t impact that many people. They would probably be happy that I left and not try to find me. It was sad but true, and that’s what I liked about it.
I looked back up at Lillian Darkstar, and I couldn’t help but compare her to Jenny. Jenny had blond hair and light olive skin and was more of the “ready to follow” type of girl who needed to be taken care of. Lillian was most definitely the opposite type. She was all dark and unholy, with deeply rich colors and a body that was made for sinning.
Luscious long hair that I could grab, a round, pert ass that my cock wanted to settle against, and legs that I wanted to feel wrapped around my body. She was a walking bomb of sex and pleasure. Top it all off with her boss bitch attitude and oddly caring heart, she was this tantalizing enigma that I was finding hard to not be interested in.
The cards came out, and for once, it was in my favor. I jumped up and whooped as I pointed at her. “Look how the tides have turned, demoness!”
Her eyes got wide as they slid to the side where the very human patrons were sitting. Even the dealer was looking at me like I was an idiot, and I started to think of ways to backtrack when Lillian started to giggle.
“Just because the cards seem to like me doesn’t mean I’m a demon. But in this place”—she lifted her arms to the Hell-themed decorations—“I guess that name would be fitting, don’t you all think?”
Most of the humans either smirked or outright laughed at her in agreement, which saved my bacon, and to top it all off, she winked at me. Like we were old buddies and that she normally saved my ass like that.
I wanted to hate her at that moment, I really did, but I found it hard not to like her just a bit more. She defused that situation like a pro and made the people at the table feel at ease and playful. Her being the devil’s daughter made sense now. She had the charm he exuded without all the crazy extra flare Lucifer was so fond of.
A bell sounded, and everyone turned their head to look at the stage to the left. It looked like Deekahal was about to give a speech about opening the casino. I resisted rolling my eyes. No one cared about that shit but him.
As soon as he started, I felt a small, delicate hand land on the center of my back and lightly run to the edge of my shoulder. The burning trail it left made my muscles quake. I knew who it was. There were only so many people who would touch me like that when I gave off an obvious, touch-me-and-die vibe, and I looked up to see a smiling Lillian.
She tilted her head to the side and mouthed,meeting, before she took off in the direction she nodded towards. I resisted her call, I really did, but her peachy ass moved so deliciously with each step, and I couldn’t help envisioning sinking my teeth into those plump cheeks.
She looked back at me, catching me watching, and threw a wink over her shoulder as she kept going. Damn it.
Now the question was, do I go or not? On one hand, this would give me an opportunity to try to push her through the portal, away from prying eyes, but at the same time, I was just as interested in what she wanted to talk about. Was it about the poker game or about my reason for being here? Did she sense something?
Questions kept swirling around in my head, and before I knew what I was doing, I had gotten up from my chair and followed her into the dark hallway that looked like a service entrance.
As soon as I rounded the corner, a hand snaked out, grabbed the front of my shirt, and slammed me up against the wall. Another hand gripped me by the throat, fingers digging in to keep me in place, lifting me off my feet with only my toes hitting the floor. Was it wrong that my first thought wasfuck yeah. Let’s get it on!
Yes. Yes, it was.
“So you think you can get me through the portal into Hell, huh? Well, I’m going to tell you, like I told those three other goons, I’m not going back, and I will fight with everything I have to ensure that I don’t cross that line.”
Her hand tightened around my throat, and I bit my lip to deter myself from making any noises, especially sexual ones. I didn’t want her to think she was winning in this exchange, so I gave her a wide grin, acting like I was in this position every day and it didn’t faze me.
“I see you’ve met my brothers.”
She took her hand off my shirt and slithered it beneath my coat and into my pants pocket.
“If you wanted to see the goods, sweetheart, all you needed to do was ask.”
She glared up at me as she kept digging into my pocket. I couldn’t help but be amused with her hot and cold antics. I’d admit, she was kinda fun to play with, and I understood how she’d charmed my brothers. It was cute and funny until her hand grazed my dick, and I took an involuntary inhale at how fast it responded. That sneer on her lips told me she knew what she was doing, had seen my lustful looks, and would most definitely use them against me. Evil demon spawn.
She grabbed the portal key and tore it out of my pants, holding it up and looking at me like she’d just caught the culprit.
