Page 4 of Prince Of Sloth


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“What do you expect us to do about it?” Sitri cuts back to me. “Hide you until he grows too old to pace the threshold of The Deacon?”

I raked my fingers through my hair then roughed the back of my neck, clasping my hands together to rest there. The pulling sensation at my nerves did little to calm the knots growing tighter in my chest.

He’d caught and kept on my trail for the span of continents. The agreements between Heaven and Hell would not keep him from breaching the doors of the club.

Sitri tossed me a set of keys; the tag on the metal ring read 406. “You’ll stay in one of the spare apartments upstairs and we’ll spread word that you’ve gone back to Hell. He won’t retreat immediately, so make yourself at home until he gives up.”

“I’ll call Eligos. Perhaps he can help,” Ezequiel announced. It was an oddly kind idea.

Eligos, a duke of Hell, would be a useful being to have in my corner. He could conceal me and the magic signature the Hunter was following, but it would be useless if the persistent Hunter was as stubborn as he appeared.

“You have my eternal gratitude, brother,” I said to Sitri.

“Don’t make me regret this,” Sitri said as he rounded his desk and walked me to the door. “You may have made a name for yourself as a rock god among the humans, but our brothers believe you to be a coward and not worthy of your title.”

“Prince of Sloth returning to his throne by force. Who would have thought that day would come?” Ezequiel’s smug words had me biting my tongue.

Ezequiel needed to be put in his place, but at the moment, I needed Sitri on my side more than I needed to see Ezequiel’s face bloodied. I unclenched my jaw and rolled my neck. The tense muscles in my shoulders ached, but what better way to destress than to fuck my new friend, Pru, until the sun came up? If I had to hide out for days, I might as well find a way to pass the time.

After leaving Sitri’s office, I scanned the crowd around the bar for Pru. The swarm of bodies ordering and waiting for drinks wouldn’t thin for another few hours, but I wanted to get out of here as quickly as I could.

I’d almost given up when I saw a flash of green eyes look at me from around the arm of a large human man towering over her. The guy swayed drunkenly, his face red and eyes glassy. She attempted to step away but was held tighter. Most human men disgusted me, and this one chose the wrong woman to impose himself on.

Her eyes widened, possibly from the angry fire in my eyes. But it wasn’t she who would feel the ache of a broken jaw in the morning. His fingers spread and squeezed her ass cheek, the fabric of her dress bulging in his grip.

My feet were moving before I heard her yelp, but as I reached them, the crack of her hand across his face brought a wicked grin to mine. The man crumpled to the floor.

She was feisty in more ways than I’d expected.

“There you are, beautiful,” I said over the wails of the man who’d been taken down by a dainty woman.

He got to his knees in time to see me wrap my arms around her shoulders from behind. Pru and I watched him stagger to his feet. I could feel her shaking with fury against my chest, but he would not see her fall apart. He would only be permitted to see the blurred image of her holding her head up high with an internationally known rock star draped over her and staring down at him like he was nothing but a roach.

I pulled her hair back from the shell of her ear, kissed her neck, then said loud enough for him to hear, “Is there a problem here?”

“No—she’s a total slut, man. She came on to me,” the soon-to-be-dead man slurred as he cupped his cheek.

“Is that true, Pru?” I cooed, dropping a kiss on her jaw. “Last I checked, you were only a slut for me.”

I slid a hand down her stomach and pulled her closer, the tips of my fingers grazing the sensitive flesh above her cunt. She sucked in a breath but held her head high.

“N-no, Ezra,” she answered, her voice not quite loud enough.

I used two fingers to pull at her dress and leaned into her ear. “Louder. Or I’ll have to show him what he’ll be missing tonight.”

“I’m your little slut, baby.”

A guttural groan rose up from my chest, and blood rushed to my cock.

“I need to get you alone. Now.” I tucked her into the nook under my arm and led her away from the crowd that had been drawn to the scene.

Pru didn’t question where we were going when I stopped in front of the elevator hidden in the corner of the club. Once inside, I pressed the floor button that matched the number on the set of keys, then I turned to see Pru watching me.

“Did he hurt you?” I leaned against the handrail and raked my hand through my hair to busy my fingers.

I would be inside of her soon enough. After being groped, she probably needed a moment to calm down and realize she was safe.

Well, safer than she would’ve been with the drunk asshole human.

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