“Make him rip off his cock,”my beast purred in my ear.
I rolled my eyes. “Maybe. But at least I’ll be alive. More than what we can say about you in the next few minutes. And if Lucifer does die, at leasthe’llhave his cock attached when he goes.”
All the color drained from Abaddon’s face. “What?”
“Grab your cock, big guy.”
“No!” But even as he screamed the word, his sausage-thick fingers wrapped around the member that was already punching out of his torn pants. Somehow he was still erect.
“Jeez, you really are a fucked up son of a bitch.”
“Please…”
“Please? Wow. Who knew that flesh between your legs would inspire such manners. Now, before you give it its last tug, let’s have a moment of honor for all the women you’ve probably assaulted with that thing.”
The look in his eye made me stop. “What?”
“There aren’t any other women.”
“Oh, please. I believe that Lucifer, my true mate stayed abstinent for me over all these years, but there is no damn way I’m going to believe you’ve never stuck your cock in a woman, willing or otherwise, since me. Not when you’ve been surrounded by Lucifer’s seedy business ventures.”
He jerked his chin, his cool blue eyes blazing with something that struck me deep. “You don’t have to fucking believe me. Just know this. From the moment I laid eyes on you that day on the magma plains, you’ve invaded my brain, my heart, my damn dick. Ever since you fought, I’ve been obsessed with the fire that burns inside you. I haven’t been able to get hard for anything else but that.”
“You never loved me, so don’t try to imply that you do. All you care about is causing me and the demon spirit inside me pain. You get off on hurting us.”
“Maybe. All so I can see those flames inside burn brighter, and from those ashes rise something brilliant. You may be a nurse now, but never forget you’ll always bemymate.”
I swallowed hard, looking down my nose at the monster with pity. “You’re wrong. I am Lucifer’s mate. All I was before him was your victim. And I’m not a nurse anymore. I am Jessica Sims, the Reborn Queen of the Fucking Underworld.”
I held out my hand to him with an expectant look on my face. “Now, shift back to your human form because it’s going to hurt more without your beast to protect you.”
He did as he was told. His gray skin faded away to the peachy color of his secondary form. His bulging frame shrunk down from titan-shaped to WWE wrestler size. He was still huge, but this form was small compared to his other one. His black hair, long on top and shaved at the sides, showed off all the tattoos on his skull that didn’t seem so intimidating now. And the cock he gripped was quite a bit smaller than it had been.
Perfect.
This jerk didn’t deserve to die with a big dick.
I held my hand out palm up, with an expectant look on my face. “Good boy. Now rip off your cock and give it to me. I’m going to have it mounted so I can always remember this moment.”
The next few seconds were like something out of an uncut, straight to DVD horror movie.
Abaddon’s face contorted with agony and his whole body began to tremble as he pulled on his dick. My stomach clenched as the sound of tearing tissue filled the cavern. Blood spurted out between his fingers in thick, crimson petals, and his entire body was drained of all other colors when he held the flaccid piece of flesh out to me.
It was completely disgusting but oddly poetic in a satisfying sort of way. The justice of it all.
I smiled down at the savaged appendage and gave it a little waggle.
“On second thought, it’s too small for my wall. Open your mouth. This one is my beast’s idea, so the credit for the creativity has to go to her.”
The demon’s eyes went wide with fear, but he had no choice. He had to obey. When his maw opened, I stuffed his shredded dick into his mouth and stood back, admiring my handy work.
Yup, this was definitely next-level messed up. But the fucker had it coming to him.
“Now, what should be the final touch? Oh! I know. You supposedly love me, right? How about you give me your heart? You’ve offered me others plenty of times. But only yours will do, Abaddon. Give me your heart, and we’ll call ourselves even, shall we?”
There was a sort of look that came over the demon that filled me with an immense amount of delight. I no longer felt any kind of pity for the monster. Only wicked glee that I had fulfilled my promise after so long.
His hand thrust through his chest, the squelch of organs making all my insides queasy as he dug around for his heart and held it out to me with a shaky arm.
