I’d do it all over again too.
So maybe this was my punishment for being the twisted fuck I was, for failing to get away from the demon lord who’d kidnapped me from the surface and killed Mark. But what about Catherine? Did she deserve whatever it was Belphegor had planned for us?
Sure, I’d be full of shit if I said I wasn’t at least a little apprehensive about seeing her. Despite her hating Belial, she’d captivated him for years. She was the source of so much heartache, regardless of whether it was her fault.
The fact that Belial had ever been infatuated with her at all was enough reason for me not to like her, but still. That didn’t mean I wanted her to suffer.
How long had she been chained up like this? Had she been here all this time, or had he manacled us together?
A hundred more questions galloped through my racing mind and then slammed to a halt when a door creaked open somewhere, announcing that we weren’t alone.
Panic flashed over Catherine’s face. My throat seized as the steady clack of high heels on marble echoed through thecrowded chamber, and my attention whipped across the room to see Belphegor slinking toward us. A revealing little dress—if it could even be called that—made of countless little bronze loops created a chainmail effect, delicately clinging to the feminine frame he currently embodied.
“I see you’ve had time to get acquainted.” He smirked, his eyes locked in my direction as he weaved between towering piles of clutter. “Who would have thought I’d be so lucky? I have not one but two of Belial’s most treasured pets. I’m honored.”
Okay, so he knew who she was. Fuck.
My eyes shifted from Belphegor to Catherine, and the horror on her face told me everything I needed to know. He’d done more than just keep her chained up. Whatever he’d done to her, whatever she’d seen, it obviously terrified her, and her bottom lip trembled.
“Please,” she begged, her voice faint. “No more. Please, leave me alone.”
Belphegor merely chuckled, but he wasn’t paying her any attention. His gaze was fixed on me, an eager hunger brewing behind his eyes.
“I have so much fun planned for the three of us,” he said, his voice heavy with venom. Something told me that whatever he had planned, it wasn’t going to be fun at all. Painful, maybe, but not the enjoyable kind Belial had taught me to crave.
I swallowed hard, the blood freezing in my veins as he skirted around the bed in the middle of the room. It was hard to imagine how anything in this cavern was functional, including the bed, with how much shit was piled on top of it, and I didn’t want to find out.
Stopping in front of me, Belphegor flashed a wicked grin and trailed one of his manicured fingers along my collarbone. I flinched away from his touch, but the cuffs binding my wristsand ankles didn’t allow me to put more than an inch or so between us.
The Lord of Gluttony had made sure I couldn’t escape him. “What are you going to do to us?” I asked, afraid to know the answer.
He laughed, tossing his snow-pale hair over his shoulder. “Nothing I won’t thoroughly enjoy.”
I didn’t like the sound of that at all.
The demon’s coal-black eyes flicked in Catherine’s direction, and she winced like he’d struck her.
There was something about the way he regarded her that made my skin crawl and my blood boil.
Obviously, the sick fuck got off on terrorizing people.
“Leave her alone,” I demanded, sounding way braver than I felt. I didn’t owe Catherine anything, especially since she tried to make me jump out a window when I first arrived at the Lord of Bones’ castle.
But a tug in my chest demanded I say something in her defense.
“You said you wanted to play with me,” I said, steeling my nerves. “Now’s your chance, but you have to leave her alone.”
Belphegor tsked his tongue. “Oh, little mortal, you don’t have any bargaining power here. You’re both going to be my toys for however long you keep me entertained.”
His head canted to the side, his eyes narrowing. “Who should I turn into this time? You had so much fun with the Lord of Lust.”
I shivered, realizing he was planning on shifting again. I was afraid I’d never forget the way he’d touched me as Asmodeus, shackling me to the bathtub, running his fingers along my folds. The thought of his hands on me again had me tasting bile.
“Maybe I’ll turn into Mammon this time, seeing as he didn’t get to have his fun with you,” Belphegor teased, his manicured nail trailing down my chest, carving a hair-thin line of bloodbetween my breasts. “A demon like him would split you open and jerk off into your pretty pool of guts. Knowing him, he’d be able to finish inside you before your insides even had a chance to stop twitching.”
As horrible as that sounded, I couldn’t think of anything worse than him turning into Asmodeus and raping me repeatedly. He’d already said he wasn’t interested in fucking me. Had that been a lie? Had he changed his mind?
“Or, I could turn into the Lord of Wrath and see how you handle both his spiked cocks,” the demon lord mused, tapping his fingers on his chin. “So many options. Eternity is a long time, but I have enough ideas to last a few hundred years.”
