Bathwater surged out of the tub and smacked me in the face, forcing its way into my nose, eyes, and throat.
“Ack!” I pitched sideways, my hands shooting off his dick as I collapsed on the marble floor—coughing and hacking my lungs up.
“Looks like you’ve lost your little game,” Ronin said, dumping more water on me for good measure. “Now get up and quit the act, or the next time, I’ll see just how much of this filthy water I can force down your throat until it explodes your gullet.”
Wheezing, I flopped and twitched on the floor, too dazed to respond to the threat. It took me a minute to force myself up and slump over the rim of the tub—just enough time to get real and properly fuming.
He saw through my phony deference and my malicious compliance in a blink. If I wanted to get to him, I had to do better than that... without losing any more hairy moles.
Grasping his cock, I vigorously resumed my task—my mind whirring furiously.
There has to be something that will get to him. Something that will make messing with me an unappealing option.I glanced at his tight, but very much controlled face.And a handjob he’s barely enjoying isn’t going to do it.
I flicked to the thick and purpling member clutched in my grip.How do I...? How do I...? How do I—?
A memory dislodged from my subconscious and floated to the forefront. Pushing down on the smile tugging on my lips, I got both hands in on the deal again.
My left stroked and squeezed the base while the right thumb stroked the tip.
Grunting deep in his throat, Ronin tipped his head back—letting it fall over the rim.
Giving my left hand free rein to wander, it happily released his cock, traveled down, and stuck its index finger up Ronin’s ass.
“What the fuck?!” Ronin bolted upright like I threw a hairdryer in the bathtub. Scrambling back, he kicked my arm away—popping me free. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
It was everything in me not to laugh. Gone was the nonchalant expression and devil-may-care smirk. Huge, bulging eyes gaped at me even wider than his hanging jaw. And even more hilariously, more than his tomato-soaked cheeks.
“What do you mean, sir?” I chirped. “You told me to do it right, and everyone knows a handjob isn’t complete without a little finger up the—”
His face flushed deeper with every word. “Get out,” he bellowed. Ronin snapped his fingers and a bucket’s worth of bathwater dumped on my head—practically waterboarding me. “Get out! Get out! Get out!”
The water assault chased me from the bathroom and out into the living area. I was gasping, but not because I was drowning on dry land. I was laughing because I was pretty sure that was the first in the history of hell... that anyone had seen a demon blush.
Chapter Eight
“Hurry up. Fall in.”
Despite Erlik’s order to hurry, I was the only one to put some pep in my step. The rest of my class shuffled, trudged, or straight ignored him.
Erlik scoffed when I was the first to step up to the starting line. “Kiss-ass.”
I held back a gusty sigh. It seemed this guy was still determined to hold on to his irrational hatred of me—which wasn’t making my already hectic life any easier.
After Ronin threw me out ofmyroom, I got as many of my things as I could and found my way to the key box. I had plenty of hideous, over-the-top gloves in the luggage Lucifer packed me, so my hands were nice and protected as I dug around and collected as many keys as I could hold.
Armed with them, I wandered through the demon wing—opening doors, sticking my head in, and perusing the selection until I found a dorm room that was empty, clean, nice, and modest. No fireplace, sitting area, or fancy décor, but there was a desk, drawers, a small bookshelf, an armchair for Sabrina to curl up on, a twin-sized bed, and an attached bathroom with nothing to say for itself except for a sink, toilet, a bucket, and a drain in the middle of the room. Clearly I was supposed to fill the bucket with sink water and wash myself that way, but that was fine with me.
There was nothing about this room that would make any of my counterparts jealous enough to take it from me, and that was its appeal.
After putting away a few of my things, I hopped in bed with my clothes on and crashed. The next morning I woke to find Sabrina sleeping on the armchair. I tried waking her to find out what she learned, and got snapped at for my troubles. That left me to face all of my morning classes alone.
I thought it would be bad, but when Ronin showed up, he glared at me for all of two seconds before turning away and claiming a seat as far from me as possible. I knew that look of heavy shame. It was the heavy realization that someone knew what your anus felt like, and it wasn’t you.
I had to come to my own peace with that knowledge when one of my past boyfriends’ stuck a surprise finger up my bum.
But even with Ronin ignoring me, amazingly, no one looked at me —or that day’s humiliating outfit. Everyone just pretended I didn’t exist, and I had a strong feeling it was because Ronin announced to everyone that I was his servant. People really feared him so much, they wouldn’t come near me even when he wasn’t next to me.
I glanced up as Tristan fell in beside me.
