Hell's Belle - Eve Newton Page 0,34
to know this fierce, beautiful Demon Queen has changed all that. I want to stay here. With her.
I watch as the Demon gets to her feet and starts to walk quickly to the door knowing that trouble is brewing.
In a flash, Annabelle reaches out and catches the Demon around her upper arm in an iron grip that makes her yelp.
She keeps those mesmerizing green eyes on me, a faint smile playing on her lips as she squeezes even harder and then her hand sets on fire. The Demon shrieks in pain, writhing to get away, but then she is gone, burned to ash before I can take my next breath.
“I can explain,” I say hastily, putting my hands up before she does the same to me. “It’s not what it looked like.”
“No?” she asks. “Looked to me like you were getting a blow job from a trashy red-haired Stalker Demon.”
“She came to me for help. She wanted to talk. I know I’m here for you, but I didn’t want to turn her away. She was on her knees with my pants down before I knew what she was doing. You arrived before anything happened. But I didn’t push her away quick enough. I’m sorry,” I ramble.
“What are you sorry for?” she asks me, sitting down and crossing her legs.
I take in the expanse of her thigh, unable to help myself this time. I’m aroused and she knows it. She can fucking see it, for the love of God. I cringe as that word enters my head and shake it to rid my thoughts of “the other side”. I had no idea all of this really existed before Annabelle had me kidnapped to help her grow into a mature, respected Demon Queen.
She blinks at me, expecting an answer. I take in a deep breath. “I’m sorry that you had to see me in that position. It wasn’t professional.”
I have to be clinical about it, brush it off as it doesn’t mean anything.
“Professional?” she murmurs. “How long have you been seeing her?”
“This was her second session.”
“I see. She had her sights set on you, you know. It’s what she does. Did. Stalker Demons…stalk.”
“I get that now,” I agree with her calmly. She is beyond pissed and it makes me nervous. Not just because of the Demon she incinerated before my eyes, but I need to know why she is so angry.
“So I saved you, really, you know. If she’d gotten her mouth around your cock, you’d have been toast. She’d have been boiling bunnies in your kitchen within a day.”
I stifle my choke of fear, but I can’t help the amused look I give her. “You know about boiling bunnies?”
“Pah,” she scoffs. “You think that I don’t know about your pop culture?”
“Well, I thank you for saving me,” I say smoothly.
It appeases her. She smiles, but there is still a wicked air about her, and I feel that this is not over by a long shot.
“Were you thinking about me when she got to her knees?” she asks with a seductive tone that works on me, a little too well.
“Do you hope that I was?” I reply quietly.
“She looked a bit like me, in a less hot, trashier sort of way.”
“I didn’t notice,” I lie, licking my lips. I sit down in the chair opposite her and lean forward to pick up my notebook. I give it a look of disgust as I shake the remains of the burned Demon off it onto the floor.
“How upsetting,” she murmurs, her eyes heated.
“What do you think about me?” I ask her in the coolest way that I can.
She gives me a surprised look. I’ve thrown her with my question. She uncrosses her legs and leans forward, her elbows on her knees.
“What would you like me to think about you?” she asks with a smile.
I chuckle. “Nicely done. You’re learning.”
“I like you, Gregory,” she says, clasping her hands. “I can talk to you and you listen.”
“It’s my job,” I point out lightly.
“Is it?” she asks, sitting back. “Is it all about your job, Gregory?”
I adore the way she says my name. It is doing nothing to make my dick go down. In fact, it’s even harder.
“I’m your therapist,” I stammer, making sure the book is covering up the bulge in my pants. It’s become a handy tool to have in our sessions.
“So?” she asks with a shrug.
“In the human world, advancing a relationship such as ours is considered taboo.”
Her eyes light up. “Taboo? Oh, now