The hallway I’m in is so dark that I worry about its ending, so I quickly make a sharp right turn, and I’m met with stairs that spiral. I take multiple steps at a time, and I’m grateful I’m going downstairs instead of up. Both of our steps ring out loudly in the tight stairwell, and a giddy excitement swells in my chest.
What will he do to me when he catches me?
Will someone finally touch me the way I’ve always wanted? Even before I was corporeal, I wanted to experience true intimacy and affection. I suppose I did to some degree, but it wasn’t my body, it didn’t feel right.
I want him to catch me, and I’m sure he wants to ensnare me just as bad, but I can’t let the game end so quickly.
Finally, I spot a door after going down a few more flights of stairs, and I hastily swing it open. It groans loudly and resists, but with my strength, I easily enter the room. It’s a large room; it almost looks like an enormous med bay. But when I look around, I realize there’s no escape.
Our game of cat and mouse is coming to a close, but it’s not over just yet. The large predator hunting me is right on my tail, and with nowhere left to run, I simply hide. Crawling under one of the makeshift triage tables, I lie on my stomach and tuck my limbs close to my body so no part of me is visible.
It’s hard, but I temper my breathing, even though it feels like ash is filling my lungs.
My newly created heart drums against the disgusting floor, and I realize that before this moment, I’d never truly lived. I’ve never felt an adrenaline rush this intense, one where my whole body is buzzing. I think I might easily become addicted to this feeling.
I hear the door creak once more before seeing his boots as he starts to pace around the room. He takes his time. He’s toying with me, and I love the idea of being his plaything, being at his mercy.
While I like being in charge—more likelovebeing in charge—the idea of also being with someone who puts me in my place is intriguing.
He doesn’t speak as he walks around, prolonging our little game. I just watch his extremely large feet walk around to each bed. Until he reaches mine. He pauses, and I wonder if he will just continue on to the next bed, but then a massive fist comes into view and clenches around my hair, forcing me to crawl out from under the bed.
How deliciously humiliating.
Chapter6
Lilith, being one of my closest allies, had already informed me that Lucifer had two daughters. One is a half-witch and has already settled down with Daxaddon. Then there is Mara, the heir apparent, Princess of Hell.
She shouldn’t be the object of my affection, pursuing the ruler of Hell’s daughter is a fool’s errand. Well, consider me a fool of great proportions because as soon as I saw her in the pit, I knew I would make her mine.
She strolled in here with unparalleled confidence like she owned the place. Then, the sweet little demon heiress wanted to play a game. Who am I to deny her anything she wants?
This is the most fun I’ve had in a long time.
I love the pit; I enjoy Hell, but keep mostly to myself even though I have a few trusted friends. However, I’ve had nothing that truly excites me—until now.
I’ve toyed with her through the whole encounter. I could have easily just snatched her right from the beginning. But I wanted her heart racing, a sheen of delicious sweat to coat her skin. But most of all, I wanted her wet with anticipation, adrenaline, and desire.
My years of loyalty and dedication to my realm have finally paid off. The little princess will be my reward.
As soon as I entered the room, I knew exactly which bed she was hiding under. I could practically hear her heart beating against the linoleum.
We haven’t used this room in quite some time. This is probably one of the more fucked-up torture rooms we used to use. We would place multiple souls in here and basically make them torture each other. Luckily for me, the souls realized if they did nothing, then they’d get a reprieve from torture, and Lucifer shut it down. So, I still have a job and get to torture the most depraved souls every day. I lead a good life, a nearly whole one. Except for the pieces that have been missing… this need to love something outside of myself.
If you would have asked me a few centuries ago, I would have told you I was undeserving of such affections. But now, after my years of service, I absolutely deserve something good, something completely mine.
I’ve made my little princess wait long enough. And while I fully intend to spoil her, she also needs to understand that she’smine.
My fingers lace and clench onto her long, dark hair. She whimpers as I drag her out from under the gurney. She doesn’t complain, and it’s not fear in her eyes when she’s fully out from under the bed, it’s desire. Mara doesn’t push my hand from her hair or push me away. She licks her lips and looks up at me.
“What are you going to do now?” she taunts, and a feral smile takes over my face. The rules were once I caught her, I could do whatever I wanted to her. While I want to explore every inch of her, claim her brutally, she also needs to understand my undying devotion and desire for her. I know I just met her in person, but my obsession began the first time Lilith spoke about her.
There’s plenty of time to get to know one another—all of eternity, to be exact. So, right now, she needs my claim on her. She needs to understand that we’re meant to be, so I’m strategic in how I handle her.
I’m going to worship her… violently.
With little effort, I take her by the waist and find the cleanest bed. While it’s still less than ideal, it will do. I’m not wasting a second longer.
She laughs as she bounces on the mattress.
