Mara is terrifying, beautiful, and not afraid to take control. I was already intrigued, but now I know she’s what I’ve been wishing for. She could ask me to jump, and I would ask her how high. I’m still stunned stupid when she drags me back to where Elvor is sitting.
“Okay?” he asks her quietly. She kisses his cheek and sits down, crossing her legs.
“Oh, we’re fine. Someone just needed to be put in their place. Did you like watching us dance, big guy?” Elvor nods his head. His gaze stays on Mara for a moment before turning to me. He looks over my body quickly, then sits back, throwing his arm on the back of the couch. I don’t miss the fact that his palm is extremely close to my shoulder. If he just moved an inch, he would be touching me.
“I did,” Elvor confirms, making Mara giggle.
So much has happened in the last few moments. I feel like I have whiplash.
“Can we circle back to something real quick?” I ask Mara. She gives me a soft look. She doesn’t look at me the same way she does Elvor—not in a bad way, just different, maybe gentler? Like she already knows that Elvor and I are nowhere near similar and that we need to be handled in different ways.
“Of course. What’s up?”
“Your father is Lucifer?” I ask, and she nods her head.
“Is that going to be a problem for you?” she poses the question like the mere thought of it bothering me would irritate her.
“I’m not sure,” I reply honestly.
She clicks her tongue and shocks me by standing up, only to straddle my lap. The slits of her dress allow her to spread her thighs wide, and a vast amount of her smooth flesh is exposed to me.
Mara trails her finger down the side of my face until she reaches my chin, where she grabs it roughly, forcing me to look at her.
I’m in a nearly dumbfounded state, but I can’t help myself from gliding my hands up and down her thighs. Her skin is so smooth and perfect. I regret saying anything to upset her, but I can’t begrudge that it put me in this position with her on top of me. I should just give her whatever she wants. It’s odd, but there’s this nagging part of my brain that’s telling me I’m hers now, and I better get used to it.
“I get it. He’s the all-powerful King of Hell. You seem sweet, Judd. I like that about you. You could be my sweet little thing. The one I count on for late-night talks and gentle touches; I think everyone needs a little tenderness in their lives. I would take such good care of you. But that would require loyalty. I need your devotion to me to outweigh your fear of my father.”
She scooches closer against me so that her pussy is pressed tightly against my crotch. She looks over to Elvor, whose hand finally touches my shoulder.
Holy fucking shit.
“So what’s it going to be? Are you going to let fear get in the way? Or do you want to get to know me and Elvor a little better?” she asks with a devious smile on her face.
“I’m not afraid,” I tell her. It’s a total lie. I’m just trying to be brave. The thought of what Lucifer might do to me, knowing I’m involved with his daughter, is terrifying. But I come to the conclusion that I either get to experience whatever it is she’s offering, or Lucifer destroys my soul. Either way, it’s a win-win for me, right? Wasn’t I just contemplating an end to my eternal existence? Plus, if she is the reward, then any risk I have to take to have a chance at thisis absolutely worth it.
“Then it’s settled; you, me, and Elvor are going on a date.”
“Okay,” I reply.
As the word slips from my lips, I realize that I feel like I finally have a purpose after all the years of surviving in Hell alone.Maybe I can be more than Hell’s local drug dealer. The way Mara looks at me ignites a fire inside my chest. This yearning for more and something beyond a lonely existence. I don’t know how someone can make you feel so many things in such a short amount of time, but I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
She looks to Elvor and then to me.
“Um, how do people communicate in Hell?” For the first time, I don’t feel like I’m the clueless one in this trio, and I give Mara a devious smirk, finding her all too adorable.
“We don’t have phones or anything like mortals, so mostly in person or portalling to one another,” I answer her.
“Boo, do phones work in Hell?” she whines with a pout.
“Sorry, afraid not,” I tell her, my hands sliding up to grip her waist, never wanting her to leave from my lap.
“Well, you and Elvor will just have to pick me up tomorrow at eight, then. I want to be courted. You two plan the date,” she tells us, and surprisingly, we both nod our heads. “ Elvor, portal me home, please.” I don’t know how exactly to court the daughter of Satan himself, but I know that I can’t fuck it up. I haven’t felt like this—ever. This instant, easy attraction isn’t something that’s ever happened to me before, and I know I’m lucky. Lucky, she sought me out and that she’s taking this chance on a low-grade demon. I’m not going to fuck it up, not like I’ve done the rest of my life.
He stands and holds out his hand to her. She regretfully leaves my lap but kisses my cheek before standing to her full height.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asks for confirmation.
“I’ll see you both tomorrow,” I reply, and she grins, bumping her hip against Elvor. Without another word, they portal away, and I wonder what the fuck I just got myself into.
