Hell's Belle - Eve Newton Page 0,56

attack me,” he pouts.

“I didn’t. He acted on his own accord.”

“Your pet brought him to me,” he points out. “I thought we were cool.”

I try not to grimace at him and rip his head off in the process.

One, two, three, and smile.

“We are. In fact, I want you now. Upstairs.”

He looks up. “Upstairs?” he practically chokes out. “In your bedroom?”

“A bedroom,” I hastily inform him.

He regards me with those yellow snake eyes. He smells a rat. I have to dangle a bigger carrot to this ass.

“I want your true tongue to taste me as I come,” I whisper to him, leaning in even closer. He stinks. I try not to shudder.

He parts his lips and slips his forked tongue out of his mouth. “Let’s go, sweet-thing.”

I take his hand and flame out with him. I shove him back to the bed and crawl on top of him, pinning him down. “You are mine, remember, sweet-thing,” I growl in his face. “You do what I tell you too.”

“I can do subbie for you, darlin’. As long as I get up that pretty cunt again, and this time make you come, you can do whatever you want.”

“Oh, so glad you said that,” I retort and place my hands on either side of his head. I fire a wave of magick into his head from my hands, making him go unconscious from the overload to his brain.

“Sid. Are you there?”

“Yes, give me a few minutes.”

I climb off the Serpent Demon and go instantly to wash my hands. His hair is all greasy and he stinks of sweat, stale booze and cheap sex.

“Ugh,” I mutter. If Sid wants to possess this asshole, we are going to have to do something about his whole body to make him decent.

I sit back in the chair and watch as Razor starts to mutter and then fling himself around the bed, his cries getting louder.

“Fire,” Sid says quietly. “He is afraid of being burned for eternity.”

“What?” I splutter, and then laugh out loud. “A Demon scared of Hell fire?”

I realize my utter faux pas when I’m met with a stony silence.

“Aw shit, Sid. I’m sorry, I misspoke. I don’t see you that way, I forgot.”

“It’s okay,” he says softly. “Soon, you will be able to forget completely.”

“Are you sure you want him?” I give him a repulsive look.

“You can make him pretty,” he replies.

“Okay, well, fire. I can do that. I will torture him for a while in one of the firecubes downstairs.”

“Good choice. I will be inside him, feeding from his fear. Next time you see me, I will be whole.”

“What about Shax?” I ask, chewing my lip.

“Come for me when you are ready to violate your brother’s mind.”

I nod, feeling awful for even thinking about it. What kind of sister am I?

I take hold of Razor’s hand gingerly and flame us down to the dungeon. I throw him into one of the firecubes that burn constantly with the fires of Hell. He will wake up surrounded by the one thing he fears the most, unable to get free and know that I put him there.

I smile, a slow, some might say evil smile and then I flame back out to Drescal as horny as a Succubus in heat.

25

Annabelle

The next morning, I sit naked at my dresser, brushing my hair slowly.

Drescal sweeps my hair up from the nape of my neck and kisses me all the way down my spine. I shiver in delight.

“Can I see you later?” he murmurs.

“Perhaps,” I answer coyly.

He chuckles. “I’ll take it. Are you sure you’re okay after last night?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Promise.”

“Uhm, when you see Shax, tell him I’m not an asshole, okay?”

I snort with amusement and turn to face him. “Why don’t you tell him yourself?”

“Ha, I’m afraid of him.”

I give him a narrow-eyed look. “Are you saying that you aren’t afraid of me?”

“It’s difficult to be afraid of you when you are sitting there with your tits on display.”

Placing the hairbrush carefully down on the dresser, I then launch myself at him, flattening him on his back with my hand at his throat. I squeeze, feeling his cock grow hard underneath me. “What about now?”

“I do love you throwing me around, making me submit to you. It’s the highlight of my day.” He gives me a smug smile.

I sit back and remove my hand from around his throat. I pout at him. “You’re an ass.”

“I know,” he says, sitting up. “Any chance of a quickie?”

“No,” I say, now the