Hell's Belle - Eve Newton Page 0,51

them again to her sides.

“Lighten up, Elijah,” she drawls. “It was a bit of fun. I could’ve removed myself from that situation at any time, but I didn’t want to. You’re a party pooper.” She pouts at me.

“And you shouldn’t be flouting your body to every fucker in Hell.”

“Since when did you become such a prude?” she asks.

“You don’t know me,” I say briskly. “I heard about what Razor and that Gargoyle shit did to you. There was no way that I was letting that happen again.”

“Hm, yes, I saw you in the arena,” she purrs at me, coming closer and running her hands up my chest. The scent of sex is all over her and it attacks my senses, hitting me in the face and causing my cock to stir. I’ve been trying not to look at her as she stands naked in front of me in just her sexy boots. I push her away gently. “So sexy defending my honor.”

“Why did I need to in the first place?” I ask something that has been bugging me since Musmortus came to me and led me to Razor. He was lauding it over the other Demons, saying he’d fucked her while some others held her down. If I could get an accurate account of all who had been involved, they would all be smashed up like I did to Razor.

“Long story,” she sighs, avoiding Drescal’s fierce glare.

Seems the Incubus didn’t know about it.

“Get dressed,” I grit out and turn to walk back into my private quarters.

“Killian came to speak to me about you,” she calls out after me.

I freeze and curse. I turn around and take in her gorgeous body, that is still naked. She has removed her boots and pads across the stone floor to me barefoot. I have a feeling she did that so that I would loom over her. I get the feeling that she enjoys it.

“What did he say?” I ask casually.

Again, she runs her hands up my chest, but this time she presses her body against me. “He told me to stay away from you.”

I let out a low rumble. “He had no right to do that,” I say quietly, gently taking her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “He doesn’t speak for me.”

I catch Drescal inching closer to us, eavesdropping on this private conversation. I want to throw him out of here, but I don’t want to move away from Annabelle, even to do that.

“He said that I’m no good for you, that I will crush you to my will.”

I grip her chin tighter. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” I let her go. I must because if I don’t, I will sweep her into my arms and kiss her, and if I kiss her, I will be lost to her.

“Will I crush you, Elijah?” she murmurs.

“No one can crush me,” I tell her. “But I can be what you want me to be, my Queen.” I drop to my knees before her. I hear her gasp as I take her hands. “If you want me to be an obedient puppy, I will do that. If you want me to slam you through walls while we fuck, I can do that too.”

“Is that what you want?” she asks carefully.

“Yes,” I choke out.

“What about Killian?”

I look up at her and search her eyes. “What exactly are you asking me?” I venture, cautious of the swirling emotions in those green depths.

“Drescal has renounced his calling. To be a part of my life, to be mine, he has given up other lovers.”

“Then you have already made your choice,” I say to her, my heart cracking. It doesn’t break completely as I expected as much. She would never choose to be with me.

“I didn’t say he would be the only one,” she says softly.

My eyes widen. “You require another?”

“Another? Two more? Three? I don’t know. I may never know. If you want to be with me, know that I’m territorial of my property, and make no mistake, that you will be mine.”

“You’re asking me to give him up?” I frown at her. My head has been spun by what she is saying. I don’t quite understand it.

“Do you love him?” she asks.

“I-I don’t know how to love. I care about him. Deeply.”

“Talk to him. Come to a decision and you know where to find me.”

I can sense her pulling away, but I can’t let that happen. Over my dead body is she walking out of here with