Hell's Belle - Eve Newton Page 0,74

discovering more about you.”

“Same,” I mutter like a dumb-fuck.

He has completely turned my head. Made me feel things that I didn’t think I was capable of.

“I will leave you to speak to your men, tell them that I will be joining your circle. Make no mistake, though, Annabelle, that when we are fucking, you answer to me. I will defer to you as my Queen in all other aspects, but I want you to be my filthy whore when my dick is in your cunt.”

“I agree,” I murmur and then watch as he walks away.

“Oh, and the wings,” he says, turning back briefly. “It’s fucking hot screwing you with them out. I like that it’s our thing. The others are missing out.”

“Oh,” I breathe, almost drooling as he disappears.

I stretch out my back with a happy smile. So, it’s not exactly how I thought this would go down, but his terms are certainly acceptable to me. I’m not so stupid or naïve to know that he is doing this for me. Nah, he is here for Elijah and that’s fine. For now. He will soon accept that he belongs with me.

For the first time in my life, I’m happy to wait for something because I know it’s right.

32

Killian

I stalk past Drescal to get back into the residence, after he opened it for me. I don’t know if he saw me with Annabelle but I’m guessing he did, judging from the look on his face. Not jealousy, but definitely envious of me having gotten her into such a submissive position. He goes to her and I leave them to it. I need her to speak to Elijah before I face him again. He needs to hear what she has to say.

I wander around the downstairs of this residence, down a dark hallway with paintings adorning the wall and pornographic statues scattered about. I have never been to the new residence, having been on Earth for the last eight months, but I recognize this section as one taken from the old residence. It leads to the huge dining hall, if I’m not mistaken. I keep walking and find myself ducking through an archway that does lead to the Dining Hall. It is eerily quiet, but I like the peace, the absolute contrast to what I am. I sit down in one of the chairs and close my eyes. Living in Hell is a terrible stress on the mind. I have enough to deal with creating conflict on Earth, I don’t want to come home to it as well. I have isolated myself as much as possible in my private apartment off the main blocks where the regular Demons live. I also enjoy the sanctuary of the kennels as much as I can. It was on one such visit there that I came to enjoy Elijah’s strength of character around four hundred years ago. Skirmishes, battles, even war, were so much more commonplace back then. I was constantly back and forth, and it was wearing me out to the point that I needed to either find someone to take it out on or quit. Seeing as the latter wasn’t an option, Elijah’s physical strength and ability to take what I had to give him, soon made him an invaluable part of my life here in Hell. It didn’t take me long to care for him. He is quite easy to care for. It doesn't surprise me that Annabelle thinks so too. All you have to do is look at him with his Hounds to know he is the man you want near you. He will take on every burden he can to make the life of those around him easier. It makes coming back here less difficult.

I prefer my life on Earth. No one knows who I really am. I live a second life up there which is a secret even from Elijah. I need it to settle the daily struggle of causing strife amongst the humans. I don’t have anyone up there that could take his place, they are all too breakable, too fragile both in their minds and their physical strength, but I’ve had many dalliances over the centuries. Both with males and females.

I definitely prefer the males. They are stronger, more resilient as a rule. Only now, being with Annabelle, oh, I know she can give me what I seek. I can literally throw her through walls, and she will beg for more. Not even the goddess, who was trapped