Too bad I didn’t have much of a choice.
Trust him or die.
Dance or suffer.
Those were my options.
With a groan, I dropped my hands as my face flushed with heat. I hoped Belial carved Leviathan into tiny pieces and fed him to sharks or something.
Were there sharks in Hell?
I moved my hips, this time slower, more seductive. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine Belial standing in front of me, hoping it would make the act more appealing, but my skin still crawled. I ran my hands over my breasts and down my waist, hoping it was what the serpent lord wanted.
When I opened my eyes again, he’d moved closer, his face pressed against the bars. He was rocking his hips, rubbing the bulge in the front of his pants against the copper.
“More,” he urged, his tongue snaking out to wrap around one of the bars.
Suddenly, I was extra thankful for the cage separating us.
With a grimace, I turned around and bore my ass to him, wiggling it a little before whirling back around. He was smiling, drool dripping off his tongue and sliding down the metal bar, eyes locked on me as his hand slipped beneath the waistband of his pants.
I swallowed hard. Was this demon really about to jack off to me?
His tongue slipped back into his mouth, and his eyes dropped lower. “Run your fingers through that delicious hair.” I balked. He wasn’t talking about the hair on my head.
“You said dance,” I bit out, eyes narrowing on him. I wondered if I’d be fast enough to punch him in the face if I tried. “I danced.”
“True, but we’re not done.” He shook his head.
My mouth was completely dry now, my eyes aching from the lack of lubrication. My muscles ached.
I cringed, wanting nothing more than for all this to be over, but Leviathan’s eager eyes were waiting. With shaky fingers, I did as I was told, running my fingers through my pubic hair while he watched. A throaty groan escaped him.
“Lower,” he said, licking his lips again.
My throat swelled. “Lower?”
He couldn’t mean for me to…
“Touch yourself for me, pet.”
“Fuck no,” I said, but even as the words left my mouth, my bottom lip cracked, and I tasted blood.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Touch yourself,” he hissed, his voice wrapping around my throat like an invisible chain. “And all the pain goes away.”
I doubted that, but I did it anyway, desperate for him to stop. My fingers slid through my folds and found my clit. I was so far from turned on that I would have been dry even without him zapping the moisture out of me, but I swirled my fingers around my clit nevertheless.
“Yes,” he hissed, shoving his pants down until his dick sprang free.
The Lord of Envy’s dick was thick with iridescent scales that ran along the base, the rest soft green flesh wrapped in a complicated network of veins. A copper hoop looped through the tip. His hand worked over the rock-hard erection, his eyes never leaving me as he pleasured himself to my writhing form.
I thought about Holga and how she was probably worried sick about me. I thought about the masquerade guests, twirling intheir pretty costumes. I thought about taxes. Puppies. Belial’s talking furniture. His vast collection of horn jewelry—how the silver spider charm was my favorite. Anything to get my mind off what was happening.
All this for some goddamn water.
“Come closer, pet.”
