"What?" I rasped, grabbing onto his giant finger in panic as he turned me in his hand so I could see the slaughter in the throne room.
A small smile curled my mouth. There were only ten people left alive, but they were the warriors, the strongest, and the ones who fought dirtiest. My breathing sped, eagerness to see the violence making my heart race.
My beautiful, broken girl,the devil purred in my head, and I didn't flinch from the name this time. I revelled in it. I might have been broken with sharp, messy edges, but I'd use those edges to cut my enemies to ribbons.
I was sure any sane person would have screamed and pleaded for mercy, maybe called the devil a twisted pervert as he curled up his tongue, mouth split in a smile, and used his grip around my middle to bring me down on it so he could fill my pussy.
But we all knew by now I was far from sane, so all I did was moan at the stretch.
2
My feet were covered in blood, but Dev didn't seem to mind me tracking red stains through his fortress. Or maybe he was too focused on not stepping on me, since at full height I came up to his fuckingankle.
I just came on his tongue. Twice. And I was all tallas his ankle.
And to think I thought my life was batshit insanebeforeI came to Hell.
"I don't like you being down there," he rumbled. I tipped my head back to peer up his giant body. "Sure you don't want to ride my hand, babygirl?"
I huffed. "I already rode you twice; I think that's more than enough, Dev."
His deep laughter floated down and made me shiver. "Dirty girl. Not like that."
"I can walk," I insisted, and wondered how much he'd let me get away with, how much I could talk back to him. But he seemed strangely eager to make me happy and give me whatever I wanted—to some mysterious end.
I buzzed with power thanks to that eagerness to please, so I wasn't about to complain. Magic literally vibrated in my veins until my hands wouldn't stay still.
"Stubborn woman," he said fondly, leading me around a corner and deeper into his fortress. The whole thing was built into a black mountain, surrounded by craggy rock and brutal landscapes. It was daunting as hell. "No wonder my son's so obsessed with you."
I squeaked. Literally squeaked. Not my most suave moment.
"You, uh, you know about that, huh?"
Dev snorted, watching me from above. "I've been watching you for a while, babygirl."
And stalking my dreams for almost a year. Ironically, the others mated me before Dev, but I methimfirst.
"I haven't had nightmares for a while," I said accusingly, narrowing my eyes up at him and tripping over my feet.
As if he'd been waiting for the excuse, the devil bent and scooped me into his warm hand, holding me close to his chest.
"They were interfering with your sleep cycle," he replied, walking much, much faster than he'd been.
Was it wrong to find the devil cute for keeping pace with my tiny human legs?
"So you just … stamped out my nightmares?" I asked, bewildered.
"Gave you something better to dream about," he corrected, his fiery red eyes flickering with affection. "It wasn't especially hard when those mates of yours broke into your house and slept in your bed."
Motherfucker.
"So that's why I had so many wet dreams," I muttered, making him laugh.
My head still spun at being able to make the fucking devil laugh, but this was my new normal. The big man himself was enamoured with me, and if his type was unhinged, tattooed killer girls with bright hair and a filthy mouth ... well, who was I to judge? My type was psychos who'd just as soon kiss me as kill me.
"This is your suite," Dev said, his voice vibrating through my body. I was aware of the fact he shredded my clothes, and all I wore was blood.
"Suite...?"
