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EDEN
My God.I was in love with a demon. What was wrong with me? He infuriated me, and yet the moment I was alone with him, all I could imagine was getting down and dirty.
But worst of all, I’d become his accomplice in this absurd demonic plot to hide their bodies. Not only had Mammonlovedmy idea about using human flesh to make sausages, but he’d also implemented it almost immediately.
After another five rounds of fucking, he had me show him how the machines downstairs worked before making stock for our new opening day. If anyone on the street was thoroughly confused by the product change, it didn’t show.
Somehow, the De Lucas managed to spread the word in such a short time that they were lining up down the street when we finally opened our doors.
I expected I would be appalled to know what was in the sausages as people hungrily purchased link after link, but Mammon explained he was the demon of gluttony. He’d embedded his scent in the shop making the customers greedy for more.
I briefly considered that might be why I was insatiable when it came to sex with him but then recalled a conversation we’d had one night where he swore on his life he’d never once influenced me to want him. A strong part of him needed to know I wanted him as badly as he wanted me, so he’d left me to my own devices.
I don’t know what scared me more, this new life I was embarking on or the voracity with which I needed Mammon. Never in my life had I longed for anything, let alone a man, the way I did him. An emptiness ached inside me when he was gone, fulfilled only by returning to his arms when he got back to me.
However, the time to worry about the state of my soul was likely long past. Probably way before he sunk both his cocks into me and as far back as the first time we kissed. I was a goner from that moment—hook, line, and sinker. It didn’t matter what he was. I just hadn’t wanted to admit it to myself back then.
The only lingering problem was being so consumed by him had caused my life to fall into shambles. Without a business and an income, I was behind on my bills. Sure, I lived over the butcher shop, and the De Lucas were covering the bills, but my phone had been cut off, my car needed a service, and I hated seeing my bank account with a negative total whenever I checked it.
Plus, I missed making jewelry. I’d thought I was on the brink of something huge and then something even bigger had completely rocked me sideways. I didn’t want to be a butcher, but I didn’t have time to make my jewelry anymore.
I closed my screen and set the phone down as the back door flew open, and two movers walked in, carrying a beautiful headboard. They made their way past me like I wasn’t there and headed to the apartment. Matteo—Mammon—followed them in.
“What’s this?”
“You needed a new bed—well, you needed furniture, so I bought you some.”
“I’m staying here permanently?” I asked, trying to keep my face impassive.
“You don’t like it,” he said thoughtfully. “What would you prefer?”
I shrugged, looking at the apartment before turning back to him. “I thought we'd live together since we’re mates or whatever.”
“We will.” He spoke like this was obvious.
I pointed at the apartment. “Here?”
“The other option is at the manor with my brothers and their whor—wives,” he corrected himself.
It was something I’d addressed the first time I heard him refer to women like that. It should’ve annoyed me, but I understood he’d never been taught to respect women before me. But now, it was non-negotiable.
“You don’t want to?” I didn’t need to know his answer. His face gave it away. “Are you ashamed of me?” Old insecurities reared their head as I instinctively wrapped an arm around my waist, preparing myself for the inevitable hurt.
Mammon was at my side in a flash, cupping my chin and forcing me to look at him. “Ashamed is the last thing I am of you. I simply do not wish to share your time with anyone when we’re home together. And Reina and Angel have—” His nose flared in disgust, “—girl’s nights.”
I busted out laughing, staring at him in amusement before shaking my head. “You don’t want to live together in your family home because you don’t want me to paint my toenails and gossip?”
“I like your toenails plain,” he said very seriously.
I laughed again. “And whose company am I supposed to keep when you’re busy at night and I’m home?”
“No one’s,” he growled like the thought of me having any company was despicable.
“I didn’t mean sexual company, Mammon. I meant companionship. I’m taking this whole demon thing in stride, but maybe being with other human girls who understand what I’m going through would be … nice?”
We stared at each other for a long time before he huffed. I swore I could practically see the steam coming out of his nostrils. “Fine, but I am leaving the apartment here as it is, and when we don’t have any plans, we are staying here. I do not wish to embarrass my brothers with my fucking skills.”
I choked on my laugh as saliva went down my air tube, and I started coughing.
