Hell's Belle - Eve Newton Page 0,58

many males that attend to you?”

“Indeed.”

“Oh.” He looks down, but he stands up. “How will that work?”

I shrug. “I don’t know yet. Sometimes together, sometimes not. I want you on your own.” I give him a seductive look that he definitely appreciates.

“I see.”

Okay, then. He is giving me nothing here. I would make a joke that it’s like he is made out of stone, but c’mon. It’s too easy.

I run my hand up his chest and, standing on my tip toes, I grip the back of his neck tightly to draw him to me.

My heart thumps as he parts his lips and ducks his head.

I press my lips to his and I moan softly. I have never felt such an intense bond with anyone, and this kiss has just amped that up by several notches.

He takes me by my hips and pulls me closer to him. His tongue flicks against mine, teasing me, driving me wild. I want to plunder his mouth, taking what I need from him, but the pleasure from the restraint of not doing so is out of this world. I let him kiss me slowly and it is just as sensual as I knew it would be.

“Aleister,” I rasp, clinging to him, pressing my body as close against him as I can.

He wraps his arms around me, deepening our kiss even more. My blood is roaring through my veins, making me lightheaded. I want to throw him to the ground and fuck him right here, right now.

But I don’t.

I use all of my Devil-given strength to pull away and step back.

“I will come to you tonight. If you have decided to accept my offer, we will be together then.”

“Tonight then,” he murmurs.

I nod and then disappear before I lose all of my will power and take what I want from him. It would be a mistake, though. If he turns me down, it will hurt a lot more if we’d had sex.

For some reason, with him, it matters.

Back at home, I pace up and down, waiting for Sid. I wring my hands, biting my lip, knowing that what I’m doing is a violation, but Shax has left me no choice. He is still treating me like I’m a silly child instead of a grown-ass woman and Ruler of Hell at that.

I open my bedroom door and glare at Shax’s closed door. Just as I’m about to close it again, a small feline catches my eye. Black and sleek, it darts across the hall near the stairs and into an empty bedroom.

“What the Hell?” I ask. Cats are not common here. At least not of the small, Earth-like variety.

I march down the hall and into the bedroom where the cat went. I look around but it’s empty.

I wonder briefly if I’m hallucinating when I turn and see a tall, black-haired woman in a slinky purple dress. She is tall, beautiful and very, very evil.

“And you are?” I ask, facing her with my arms crossed.

“Leviathan,” she replies with an almost bored drawl.

“I see. What are you doing here?”

She regards me with her bright blue eyes and sits on the bed, gesturing for me to sit in the armchair by the door.

We look at each other for a few moments. I have no idea what she is thinking. All I’m thinking is, “Shit a fucking brick.” This bitch is cold. She brutally hurt Sid, who by all accounts is a mild creature who dislikes hurting people with an unfortunate match in jobs. It happens on occasion, but not very often. Normally, I couldn’t give a shit, but in this case, I see it as a major fault in the system, one that will need looking at.

“I can see that you want to know why I’m here and why now,” she says.

I don’t answer her.

“Well, you see, your father imprisoned me underground a long time ago and then for some reason, placed Sid on top of my cell. Perhaps he thought we were still lovers, even after he betrayed me. So when he was let out by a clumsy idiot with no finesse for magick, so was I.”

I feel a bit sick knowing that she and Sid were lovers. It is something I will have to find more about from him, though. I don’t trust a word that this bitch says.

I eventually sit, crossing both my arms and legs. “What do you want?”

“What makes you think I want anything?”

“Oh, please, you can’t kid a kidder. You suddenly appear to give