And now that I’m here, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
ONE WEEK LATER
Tobias
“Will you just put your mask on and come take the fucking picture?” Joseline huffs as she stares at me across the hotel room.
The black dress she’s wearing perfectly hugs her curves, though it doesn’t cover much. It’s short and dips low in the front, leaving nothing to the imagination. She’s also wearing fishnets and new black combat boots I bought to replace the ones she left in Denver.
With a sigh, I drag myself off the couch and grab my mask. It’s one of the older ones, with two sets of horns and sharp teeth, since my favorite one got smashed. I pull it on, making sure all my skin is properly covered, and sidle up behind her in front of the full-length mirror in the corner.
We didn’t have to rent a hotel room—Joseline has been perfectly content staying on the tour bus—but I started to feel bad for kicking Emrys out every day. The urge to remain balls deep in her at all hours of the day has only intensified since she swore her soul to me.
She’s like a fucking drug. No matter what I do, I can’t get enough.
“Thank you,” she tuts, getting into position and holding her phone just so.
“Of course.” I wrap my arm around her waist and drag her closer. “Anything for my mate.”
She giggles the way she does every time I call her that, and I can’t help but grin beneath my mask. Now I understand why Niki and Sebastian are so disgustingly affectionate all the time, and I kind of regret teasing him for it. Kind of.
“Tilt your head a little,” she says, and I follow directions without complaint. This is our third photoshoot this week, and I learned after the first one not to challenge her creative instruction. “Now look down.”
She snaps several pictures, playing with the filters until she finds one she likes. Once she’s completely satisfied, she spins around in my arms and stares up at me until I take the mask off and toss it aside.
“Is all of this really necessary?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.
“Essential.” She nods. “Remember, it’s for the fans. You think if we do black and white you can show some skin? Maybe a wrist or some neck? They’ll eat that up…” I glare at her challengingly, and she sighs. “You said anything. Liar.”
“Anything that doesn’t risk my identity, sweetheart.”I chuckle and bend to press my lips to the top of her head. I’m not allowed to kiss her face after she’s done her makeup. “You know the rules.”
She rolls her eyes. “Fine.”
With a smirk, I dip my hands lower, palming her ass and teasing the end of her dress. “If you want to see skin, I’ll show you some. All you have to do is ask?—”
She swats my hands away. “No, sir. We’re supposed to meet Ashten and the twins in thirty minutes.”
“We can reschedule,” I offer, but she turns and walks away.
“No, we can’t. Ashten is excited to have pictures made for the Deviant Dolls.” She throws the strap of her camera bag over her shoulder. “Besides, we’ll lose our deposit on the venue.”
“Sweetheart, I couldbuythe venue.” I pull my mask on again and follow along.
“You can hang out with Emrys if you want,” she offers, double-checking her makeup a final time in the bathroom mirror before flouncing toward the door.
She reaches for the handle, but I grab her by the wrist and spin her into my arms, leveling her with a serious look.
“In no world would I rather do that.”
She flashes me a wicked grin before wiggling out of my arms and grabbing my gloved hand. Dragging me out into the hall, she leads us toward the elevator. “Then, be a good boy and behave during this shoot. Otherwise, you’re banned from the next one.”
“Be a good boy.” I scoff, dropping my voice to a whisper as we walk down the hall. “Like I’m somekind of domesticated pet and not an actual fucking demon.”
Joseline laughs as she jams her finger into the elevator button, then turns to face me, her plump lips pursed. “Well, we’re still working on the domesticated part, but we’re getting there.”
I narrow my eyes on her, a dark chuckle escaping me. I’ll never get tired of her constant fire, that sass that drives me up a wall and absolutely wild at the same time.
“Careful, sweetheart…” I warn. “I have the rest of eternity to make you pay for that bratty little mouth.”
