stretch of the imagination, but this has hit me hard.
He was special.
Not just because of his destiny, but because I cared about him as much as a Demon could.
I barely look up as the door sweeps open to let in the scorching putrid air that permeates this part of Hell’s center.
“Ugh!” a female’s voice resounds around the bar. “Hellpit flies!”
“That’s what happens when you slum it this close to the pits, sweetheart,” I drawl.
“Humph,” she mutters and saunters over to me. She sits and regards me.
I look up into startling green eyes, taking in her fiery hair, and slender body with a rack that I want to bury my head in between. She is wearing a black leather dress with a zipper which is holding it together at the front, pulled down enough to give me a good view of her cleavage. No doubt a newbie Seductress recalled from Earth to report in. Sure fucking looks like it and those bitches aren’t usually my thing.
“Not interested,” I comment and turn back to my drink. As much as I’d like to hit that, I’m just really not in the mood. Not right now. Not when the last being I fucked was Pierre right before I killed him and turned him to follow in my footsteps.
“Who says I am?” she retorts and snaps her fingers at the bartender. “Whatever he’s having,” she adds to him.
He brings her two vodkas and I snort in amusement. She downs them and asks for more. She is going to be on her ass in next to no time. There is no way that anyone who looks like that is any kind of powerhouse around here. She is a lightweight looking for a bump up, probably.
“How about we take this to a booth?” she asks and gets up, taking her two new drinks with her.
Like a dickhead, I follow her. Maybe a quick fuck in a public place is just the way to go.
I slide in next to her and watch her down the vodka. She takes the bottle from me and places it to those full lips, gulping back half of it as if it is water.
I chuckle. She is entertaining me and getting my head out of my arse for a few moments.
Twenty minutes later, she is writhing around on my lap, kissing me with a passion that makes my dick so hard, it’s painful. I drag on her arse to get her closer so that she can rub up against me.
I pull away from her, lowering her zipper to catch sight of those magnificent tits when a thought occurs to me. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
She laughs provocatively. “Hell’s Belle, baby,” she purrs at me and my blood runs cold.
What a fucking arsehole.
I grab her around her waist and dump her on the seat next to me, scooting across the booth to escape from her clutches.
“Are you fucking kidding?” I snap at her. “Do you want me to die a painful death?”
She rolls those pretty eyes at me and takes another shot of vodka. “Stop being such a pussy,” she drawls.
“Pussy?” I roar at her. “If your father knew you were in here, if he knew you were in here wriggling around all over my dick, he would string me up by it and peel my skin off with a potato peeler!”
Un-fucking-believable that I fell for her smoky eyes and sassy attitude. Okay, and her massive rack.
“What’s a potato peeler?” she asks, scrunching up her nose.
I blink at her. “What? Ugh, never mind. You need to leave. Now.” I point to the door and she laughs at me.
“What a prude. Thought you were up for it,” she says, leaping up onto the table and giving me an exceptionally good view of her long legs.
I shudder at the thought of what sits at the top of them. I was about to stick my dick into the Devil’s daughter. “What a prick,” I mutter under my breath. “How old are you anyway?” She can be no older than sixteen, if I recall.
“Seventeen,” she says, giving me a lingering look, and pulls the zipper holding her dress together, all the way down to her navel.
I can’t help but look at her tits. Two luscious mounds with ripe, peaked nipples that I moan at.
“Come and get it boys!” she calls out, her eyes still on me.
There isn’t a Demon in the dive that ignores her request. A couple of dozen hands reach for her to her delight, but no,