“What a surprise,” the middle head said in a tone that didn’t sound surprised in the slightest. “My brother let his new bitch off the chain after all. Guess that means he doesn’t care if I have a turn with the pretty mortal cunt you have hidden under that dress now that he’s had his fun.”
The demon’s words were so cruel and heated, I had to choke down my gasp as I hurried to my feet. “I—No. Belial let me off my leash because he realizes I’m not some animal. I’m going to be his queen, and he’s going to treat me like one, you creepy fuck.”
All three of the demon lord’s heads chuckled or laughed, as if I’d told a joke. “Belial might be the softest of us all toward mortals, but he still sees you as a lesser being. Know why?”
He prowled forward, the clomping of his hooves making my skin crawl.
“Because youarelesser, you little bitch. Mortals exist in the Nine Hells to serve the demon lords, living or dead.”
I shook my head frantically, backing up as he approached. “No. Fuck that. I belong to Belial.”
The demon wagged his meaty finger at me. “The Lord of Bones thinks he can horde all the souls passing through his realm, but he can’t. Think of this as his lesson on sharing.”
“He’ll slit your throat and watch you bleed out with a smile if you so much as touch a hair on my head,” I threatened, hiding Catherine’s dagger in the folds of my skirt. An icy wave clawed up my back as the distance between us shrank. “You’ll be lucky if that’s all he does.”
The threat wasn’t working, not with how my voice splintered with fear.
Whatever fucked up plan this demon had for me, he had every intention of going through with it.
His ram head let loose an evil chuckle, and the bull blew a plume of smoke through its nostrils. “If you come quietly, I promise to keep your blood inside your body… Well, some of it.”
He held up his hand and wiggled his fingers, showing off his deadly claws. “When I’m bored with your three holes, I’m going to make new ones to fuck.”
“Get away from me!” I screamed before whirling around and sprinting down the hall.
The time spent catching my breath had alleviated the pain in my side, but I was still tired from all the running and fucking. If I could just keep my distance for a few minutes, Belial would find me. He was probably already hunting me through the halls, chasing me down like prey.
It wouldn’t be long now. He’d catch up, and everything would be okay—
I turned a corner and slammed into something large, tripping over the skirt of my dress and falling back on my ass. My eyes climbed the form, ignoring most of the gaudy gray outfit, and landed on a masked face wearing a wicked smile.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Mammon cracked his ring-laden knuckles and took a step toward me. With a gasp, I crawled backward, kicking hastily to put space between us while still clutching the dagger in my hand.
“I can smell my brother dripping from your cunt, girl.” He inhaled deeply, letting his chest swell before releasing a throaty groan. “You must really have Belial’s dusty cock wrapped tight around your fingers to earn the Lord of Bone’s obsession. He doesn’t give two fucks about anything these days, not after his last human pet.”
“What do you want?” I snapped.
I had a weapon, but I didn’t know how much good it would do. These dangerous males were demon kings—hell, they were practically gods. It’s not like I was dealing with human thugs you’d find on the streets.
Even if I managed to stab one of them, I was outnumbered and outmatched.
“I think we both know the answer to that, mortal,” Mammon huffed in that grating tone of his.
Unable to tear my gaze away from him, I kept scooting back across the threadbare rug, my attention on those beady, bottomless eyes. “We want Belial to resume his duties of ushering souls to the lower levels of hell, but he’s too…distracted.” He stepped on the hem of my dress to pin me in place. “If we remove the distraction, perhaps things will return to how they were. How they should be.”
“Fuck you,” I gritted out. I pulled at the dress, but it didn’t budge.
“Is that an offer?” Asmodeus’ voice came from behind me, making my stomach churn. I’d almost forgotten he was there. “I’ve never had pussy with a pulse before.”
With a cry, I pulled on the fabric again, and it tore, freeing me from Mammon’s giant boot. I staggered to my feet and ran, diving past the three-headed demon, and sprinted away while their laughter rattled down the hall after me.
“What a flighty little bird,” Mammon laughed, but I could barely hear the words over the heartbeat thundering in my ears. “It’ll be much harder to fly with her wings clipped, don’t you think, As?”
“She doesn’t have any wings, idiot,” the three-headed demon snarled. Clearly, he wasn’t the brightest of the brothers. “Let’s keep this simple and break her legs.”
Chapter Ten
Rayven
