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A dozen thoughts spin through my mind. What if something bad happened to him? What if Micah called for backup and his angel friends took turns smiting my bossy, controlling bastard devil until he landed back in Hell?
Dante wiggles his fingers out to me, coaxing me to take his hands. “He’ll be back eventually, so don’t worry your pretty soul about him. Let’s get cleaned up, maybe bang in the shower because I can’t wait much longer, and then I’ll make you dinner. How does that sound?”
It sounds fucking amazing. My mouth refuses to acknowledge it though. “Dante, what if something happened to him?”
Latching his hands around my wrists, he hoists me off the couch and dangles me in front on him. I automatically let the sheet drop and wrap my legs around his waist. His hip presses hard into his bite mark, and I moan so incredibly loud that I’m sure the demons circling could hear.
“Damn it,” I say, gasping. “What have you done to me?”
“Gave you a temporary ignition switch to make your body explode. Fun, right?” A smile lights his face, and he nuzzles his nose to mine, acting more affectionate than I ever thought a ruler of Hell could be. Spanking me for some fun punishment? Yeah, that’s what I figured would happen regularly. But sweet kisses, hugs, and nose nuzzles? It’s unexpected, and damn it, do I like it.
“More like inconvenient.” I pout my bottom lip with a sigh.
“At least you don’t shoot semen. Now that would be inconvenient. A fucking mess.” He chuckles at his thought. “Trust me. You can ask Kase.”
I crinkle my nose, imagining he might have experience in that department. If Dante sucked Kase’s dick, he probably bit him like this at one point too. The thought is almost enough of a distraction to make me forget all the bullshit. If a familiar whisper didn’t drift into my head, coming from nowhere and everywhere, I would. Micah’s soft plea of my name stiffens my muscles. He doesn’t speak to me directly, but it’s almost as if he prays to me, for me, for himself. My heart aches at how much grief comes into me. I nearly cry.
Dante notices my expression fall and cocks his head. “What’s the matter? I won’t do it again to him. You’re our girl, and if we mess around, it’ll be with you.”
I blink my eyes, trying to suppress the sorrow. I turn my gaze to the front window, expecting to see the sky crack open in a thunderous downpour. It would be fitting for this moment as an angel cries and pleads for answers that don’t come.
“Aww, come on. Let me show you how I’m all about you. I have a strap-on you might like. It has a vibrator you can wear while you peg me.” Dante slides me lower until I feel his hard-on. “You look like you could use the feeling of power from being on top of me. The opportunity won’t come often. Controlling you is far too addicting.”
I don’t even know how to respond to his suggestion. It sounds so...intriguing. I’m probably the first mortal to have ever been given the chance to fuck one of the devils instead of be fucked.
“Please. Give me answers. I’m lost,” Micah whispers, his pleas seeping into me again.
The warmth Dante arouses inside me chills, and I ease away from him and press my palm to his mouth, stopping him from trying to get carried away with his kinky adventure. “Dante, no. I can’t. I want to know where Kase is.”
Sighing, Dante peeks past me. “Pretty soul, like I said—”
“What is he doing to Micah? Don’t lie to me. That’s why you’re not anxious like he was when you were gone. You know for certain he’s good.”
“Don’t worry about it. He’s taking care of things so you don’t have to. Isn’t that what you prefer? It was obvious that the light in your soul didn’t want to steal Micah’s, but we need him. You know this. He has to take his throne in Hell. It’s the only way to ensure no one else gets you.” His tongue flicks against my palm with his murmuring words. “It’s what you want. You can’t lie to me.”
“But Micah’s—”
Dante cuts my words off with a kiss as the walls of the apartment tremble. Kase’s familiar heavy footsteps in his hellish form thud outside. I wiggle in Dante’s arms, but he doesn’t put me down, tightening his arms around me. Swiveling my upper body, I stare at the door. Kase’s loud arrival draws closer. I expect him to kick the door open and drag a beaten and bloodied Micah into the apartment. I kind of hope for it. Except he doesn’t come, and the thudding footsteps fade altogether.
Fuck. I’m certain it was Kase. I’ve heard him in his hellish form enough over the last few weeks to recognize him. So where did he go?
I squirm harder in Dante’s arms. “If you don’t put me down, you’ll never know what fucking me is like.” I hate having to threaten it, but I don’t know what else might work. He enjoys punishment, and I’m not great at arguing.
“Lies, pretty soul. You won’t be able to resist me forever. Especially if I touch you right here.” Dante digs his fingers into my thigh, sending an explosion spasming through my groin.
I throw all my weight back with my infuriating orgasm. Dante loses his balance, stumbling forward to stop me from eating shit on the floor. He hisses in my ear and flips me onto his shoulder. I expect him to slap me on my bare ass in punishment. I can tell he really wants to as much as I want him to.
“You’re seriously in for it, Raven. I didn’t want to fuck you in Kase’s bed, but you need to have the wildness screwed out of you. You’re driving me crazy. I want my good pretty soul back, not the one that can’t resist gracing assholes with mortal intervention.” Striding past the grotesque, bloody trash bags, he heads toward the hallway.
I try to smack his ass from my position. “Dante, put me down. I mean it.”
“Threaten me with something that might make me, and I’ll consider it,” he snaps, jogging faster as the apartment trembles again.
What the fuck is going on outside? “Hey, God? It’s me. Micah might’ve referred to me as heathen—”
A loud slap to my ass along with a sting that weakens my body cuts off my prayer. I shudder at the sensation, really wishing Dante wouldn’t do shit like this—or that I wouldn’t enjoy it. Because now I can’t remember what I was going to pray for.
I stretch my neck, trying to peer into Kase’s room as Dante carries me in. “God—”
