Hell's Belle - Eve Newton Page 0,38
live,” he adds, and I follow his pointed finger to see the black gothic structure on the horizon.
“Yep,” I whisper.
I turn to him.
He turns to me, taking my other hand.
I tilt my head back to look up at him, parting my lips, hoping he will lean down and kiss me.
He doesn’t.
“You are here to exact punishment?” he asks.
“Yes,” I rasp. He has taken my breath away. I have never felt so exhilarated by a male before.
He nods once and then leads me into the building.
It has a walkway all around an empty space in the middle that drops to who knows where. He gathers me up in his arms, cradling me.
“Hold on,” he whispers, sprouting his wings, leaping up and then dropping straight into the hole.
“Eek!” I squeal as the air that rushes past me, is fast and cold. Needless to say, I clutch him in a death grip that I’m reluctant to break when he lands lightly on his feet at the bottom of the building, which must be seventy stories minimum.
“Fucking Hell,” I pant.
He grins down at me, stashing his wings.
“I’ve amazed the Demon Queen,” he chuckles.
My eyes roam over his gorgeous face. “Oh, I’m amazed all right.”
His eyes go wide, and he lets go of me, placing me back on my feet and resuming his almost shy air.
He is too precious.
He takes my hand again and leads me off to the side and down some stone steps. We circle around and around until we get to what is most definitely the dungeon.
Quietly, he walks forward, his giant strides forcing me to jog to keep up with him. He stops suddenly where a small Gargoyle is chained to a wall. His arms are up, spread out above his head, his legs also apart and chained. He is tiny compared to Aleister and I figure he must be fairly new.
I stifle my gasp of surprise as Aleister gets to his knees and bows his head. “As his Master, I offer him up for punishment by your hand, my Queen. I will also accept any sentence that you place on my head for allowing him to violate you.”
“Him, I want,” I say harshly, bringing Babe to my hand and clutching it tightly. “But you are free from blame and retribution.” I absolve Aleister because not even the hounds of Hell could make me hurt him. It would cause me pain to raise my bat to him and that is something that I have never felt before. “Rise,” I order him.
He does as I instruct, but he doesn’t look at me as he unlocks the cage. “Do you require an audience?” he asks quietly.
“Nope, this’ll do,” I snarl and stepping forward, I swing my bat aiming for the gnarly hand that finger fucked me without my permission.
The Gargoyle yelps with agony as I smash his hand into tiny pieces that fall to the ground as bits of stone and dust.
Aleister steps back, but he doesn’t leave. I know that he will suffer through this. He is connected to his cluster in ways that I can’t even imagine. They are made from him, born of his flesh and blood. They, like the Hellhounds, are true creatures of Hell.
It almost makes me think twice about this.
Almost.
The blood lust of the Devil has reared its head and I couldn’t stop now if I wanted to, which I don’t.
I swing the bat again and smash his other hand to bits and pieces.
Then, I lose it.
His cries and shrieks of anguish echo through the dank prison as Babe slams into the Gargoyle again and again.
I take out his knees, his feet, his elbows…saving his head for last.
It has dropped to the floor. He is dead. Completely and utterly gone. To whack his head into little pebbles could be considered a pointless act.
I’m breathing heavily as I raise Babe one last time and bring it down with all of my strength onto his face. It crumbles under the force and I pant, leaning on the bat as I take in what I’ve done.
I need a good fuck right now more than I ever have.
But I won’t get it from Aleister.
He is on his knees, mourning the loss of his Gargoyle and that sliver of guilt that I feel over my father suddenly blooms into a campfire. Should I have treated Razor the same? Yes, but he is way more powerful than this little shit was and his followers are enough. It won’t be as easy to annihilate