Hell's Belle - Eve Newton Page 0,12

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As I saunter back through the entertainment area, I pause to watch a female that is spread-eagled on a large wooden wheel and has been bound up so tightly she can barely breathe. Her tits and pussy are the only things on show as the ropes cover the rest of her. I’m interested to see what her Master will do to her as he approaches her. He flicks out his whip and with a sharp crack, he catches her across her nipples, making her bleed.

I smile and settle in to watch as this appears to be my kind of show.

It’s just getting to the good part, the Master spins her upside down, fucking her pussy with the whip handle while he fucks her mouth with his cock, when I catch the enormous figure of Elijah lurking in the distance. He holds up Mouse’s collar and waggles it at me.

I slip through the growing crowd and snatch it off him when I reach him. “That was quick,” I grumble.

“You wouldn’t say that if I’d got your pants off earlier,” he guffaws and then peers down at it as I turn it around and around, looking for something to point me in the direction of my Dad. “Why did you want it?”

“None of your business,” I snap at him, lowering the collar and scrunching my fist around it.

“Well, you owe me one,” he replies.

I glare at him. “I don’t owe you fuck all. I gave you a direct order, it was a case of obey me or face the consequences.”

He bends down so that he can whisper in my ear, “And what would those consequences be, Queenie?”

“You’d be first on the docket for the Daily Dealings and dealt a severe beating for disobeying your Queen.”

“Oh, promise?” he scoffs and straightens up.

“Get out of my sight,” I seethe at him. He is infuriating. He doesn’t give a crap that I could incinerate him with one flap of my wings. I regard him as he laughs harder at me. But no. He is the only one down here that can control the hounds. They would run rampant if he didn’t keep them in check. Damn him. I need him and he knows it.

I spin on my heel and storm off, only to have Drescal sneak up on me a few moments later.

He slips his arm around my waist even as I don’t break my stride. “Are you screwing him?” he asks, looking back over his shoulder.

“Who?” I ask, my focus on the collar again.

“The Hound of Hell,” he tuts at me as if my lack of interest in him is personal.

I look up at him with a frown. “Ugh, he wishes,” I mutter and then disentangle myself from Drescal. “I’ve got something to do, but…” I step closer and look up at him, all sultry and sexy. “…I was quite looking forward to seeing what you had in mind earlier. Rain check?”

“Absolutely,” he murmurs back, brushing his fingers over my lips. “Count on it, Anna.”

I shiver in delight at his accent and spin, dismissing him with a wave and then I flame out to my bedroom to give the collar a proper examination.

I sigh as a grumpy Hellhound turns her back to me and flops down in the corner. “I’ll give it back to you soon, promise, Mouse, okay?”

She snorts at me.

“If I can use this to find my Dad, that’s more important than your tantrum.”

She realizes that she’s being a bitch and turns back to face me but snaps her jaws to let me know that she is still pissed off.

“Fucking hounds,” I mutter under my breath, but I’m referring mostly to Elijah, not Musmortus. He has wedged himself under my skin with the promise of a pussy licking that I know will make my body sing. Too bad he is an arrogant fuck and for that alone, he won’t get anywhere near me.

I’m the boss around here. In bed and out. If he doesn’t like that, then it’s tough shit. There are plenty more Demons down here that do. I just wish I could find one that can quiet the raging inside me for longer than it takes to fuck me.

Maybe one day.

Or maybe Mother’s got it right. The answer isn’t in finding one, but several males that satisfy the different parts of me.

It’s a theory.

8

Annabelle

Half an hour later, I still have no clue as to my father’s whereabouts. The frustration surges up and in a fit of temper, I scream, “RAH!”