I stiffened.
“Can I have my own seat, please?” I asked, but he just laughed as if the request was ridiculous. Instead of getting me a seat, he slipped his hand into the slit of my dress and rested his hand on top of my bare pussy. I gasped as he spread me open and ran his fingers up and down either side of my clit.
“Absolutely not, deathtrap. You will sit right here where I can keep an eye on you.” He squeezed his fingers together, pinching my clit firmly, and I squeaked. “Behave. You wouldn’t want me to punish you in front of all these demons, would you?”
Well, I guess we were done being nice.
He snapped the fingers that weren’t holding my clit hostage at the demon who was flirting with Shem.
“Arteqoph, bring my bride something to eat.” He buried his face into the crook of my neck and kissed one of the tender bruises he had given me.
Arteqoph was just as devastatingly handsome as Ramel and Shem, though his coloring was completely different. He had dark skin that stood out in stark contrast againsthis ice-white hair and glacier-blue eyes. The corner of his mouth twitched up as his gaze landed on me.
“Bride? Isn’t this the little mortal you were sent to torment?” he asked curiously, and Ramel nodded. “She was, yes.”
Shem’s mouth quirked up. “She still feels that’s the case, I’m sure, but we’re working on her.” He grinned at me, and I scowled. “Lilith, this is Arteqoph, he’s my second.”
“Maybe on the battlefield, but I’m your first in bed.” He winked at Shem, who gave him a cool look.
“Hmm, maybe. When I’m in the mood for you.”
Arteqoph didn’t seem put off by Shem’s aloof response at all. “Don’t mind Shem. He can be a little finicky. Nice to see you, Lilith. I’m Art.” He held out a hand for me to shake like I was an actualperson.I smiled and reached out to take his hand when Ramel pinched my clit so hard I yelped and jerked my hand back.
‘You know the rules, deathtrap. No touching.’His voice rolled through my mind.
I ground my teeth together and shifted in his lap in an attempt to dislodge his fingers, but he clamped down on me again, forcing me to still.
“Move again, and you’ll be coming in front of all these demons, Lilith,” he hissed into my ear, and I froze. My face flushed, and I looked at Art’s extended hand before bowing my head in embarrassment.
“Hi, Art. Nice to meet you,” I murmured. He gave me a confused look and glanced at Shem, who shrugged.
“She’s not allowed to touch you,” he explained, and Art held up his hands in surrender, smiling good-naturedly.
“Fair enough. What would you like to eat, Lilith? The buffet is on point today.”
I opened my mouth to reply, but Ramel answered for me, making my blood boil.
“She’ll have a little of everything.” He ran his nose up the side of my neck, inhaling deeply as if he were getting high off my scent. “She needs to build her strength up for later.”
“Ooh, sounds spicy.” Art winked at us before heading out to the buffet to get my food. I watched him go and frowned. He seemed nice. Much nicer than Shem and Ramel. Maybe if I could get him alone, I could convince him to help me escape…
“You came seriously close to getting punished, little deathtrap. You need to be more careful,” Ramel purred in my ear.
“How come I can’t shake his hand, but you let Shem torture me with a vibrator for hours?” I hissed angrily, and Ramel chuckled. Shem shot me a nefarious grin.
“Because I’mspecial,Lilith.”
I scowled at him, but he just smirked and took a crisp bite of anapple.
Shem leaned back in his chair, turning to face us. “Damn, Lil. I’m glad Ramel decided to make you his bride. Things have already been so much more fun since you got here, and it’s only been a day.”
My scowl deepened. I guess I was the only one who wasn’t happy with this new development.
Art returned with my food and placed it down in front of me. He had also brought me a coffee, which I accepted gratefully.
I tried to focus on eating, but it was difficult with Ramel’s hand basically in my pussy, and his apparent hyper-fixation with the side of my neck. With each bite I took, he left a featherlight kiss on the side of my throat and gently moved his fingers up and down either side of my clit.
Every time I shifted or tried to move away, he would growl in warning until, finally, I dropped my fork and snapped at him.
