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I didn’t think I’d ever get used to this.
Lowering the glass to the table, I shot Derrick a small smile. “I really like it.”
He smiled and looked at his plate while he cut up pieces of his French toast. I watched him for a moment, gazing at his large hands. He wore a Rolex watch that fit snug around his wrist. Dark hair was sprinkled out from the cuff of his white shirt. A vein bulged on the top of his hand and hypnotized me.
I never thought veins would attract me. Or even had it in me to find a man sexy. While I found him wanting, guilt still bloomed and erased anything I felt for him.
Why was I guilty? Why did I have to feel this way?
I sighed under my breath and went back to eating my breakfast. Blueberry syrup covered the French toast. It had always been a dream of mine to have sweet foods and syrups. We were lucky to have stale breakfast bars that had expired three years prior.
“I’ve got to head to work, but I’ll check in with you around lunch,” Derrick said as he put his fork and knife on his empty plate. A scrape of the cutlery on the black plate made me wince and glance at him.
I swallowed my food. “Okay.”
That’d give me time to wander the home and maybe even explore this new world.
He offered me a kind smile and leaned in, kissing my forehead before he stood from his stool.
“Behave, baby. I’ll reward you later tonight if you’re a good girl.”
My cheeks warmed, and my core clenched. As soon as I got turned on, guilt flooded me and ruined my mood.
But holy mother ofgod.Derrick was kinky as fuck, and I kinda liked it.
He chuckled at my flustered state and squeezed my shoulder. He grabbed a computer bag to throw the strap over his shoulder. Grabbing his car keys, he shot me another smile before walking out of the kitchen, calling behind him, “I’ll see you soon.”
I listened to his retreating footsteps and peered around the kitchen, decorated in a homey state. White cabinets with soft blues on the backsplash and kitchen towels. Pictures of festive fall stuff I’d seen in junk yards from my old world were hanging. One sign even said, “Live, Laugh, Love,” making me draw my eyebrows together while giving it a weird look.
That seemed basic but okay.
I was a person who enjoyed the darker scheme of colors. Black and velvet purples were my favorite and something I liked to dress in. It drew little attention to me where I came from. Women and girls who wore more of the brighter colors were like walking targets for the attention you didn’t want. I learned that the hard way.
Footsteps from the hallway Derrick had gone down brought me out of my daze.
I blinked and smiled, finding it funny that he must’ve forgotten something. Turning my gaze and softly laughing, I asked, “Did you forget something?”
I expected to see Derrick’s cheery face and blond hair.
I didn’t expect three familiar, giant men to enter the kitchen dressed in expensive suits fitted to them like a second skin. The larger of the three men was the one who looked like a viking with the sides of his head shaved and the long black hair in the middle pulled back in a bun.
The air in my lungswhooshedout. “You’re. . . You’re real.”
Mephistopheles scowled at me. Legion kept his face stony, with no expression, and guarded. Asmodeus smirked while he slipped his hands into his dress pants.
“You’ve been busy, little human,” Mephistopheles greeted with a growl.
This had to be in my head. Was I really looking at the trio of demons I had made a bargain with? Who I had sex with? It wouldn’t be my first time seeing things, but I didn’t expect to hallucinate them. Especially this soon.
“I . . .” I couldn’t speak or even force the words out. Instead, I was rooted to my spot, gazing at the three men who observed me with their intense eyes. My body warmed, and my core clenched at the memory of what they had done to me last night. Heat crept up my chest, to my neck and face.
Legion smirked and ran his thumb under his bottom lip as he stepped away from the group. He circled around me, and I turned, watching him as he cast his eager eyes over my body with interest. My cheeks and ears burned with the blush. Questions were at the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed them when Legion raised his eyes to mine, the corner of his mouth curled. We gazed at each other for the longest second before he ended the staring contest and glanced past me to the others. He slightly shook his head.
I drew my eyebrows together and peered at Asmodeus and Mephistopheles. Mephistopheles stared beyond me toward Legion, a frown marring his gorgeous face. They silently communicated with each other before Mephistopheles turned his attention to me. My breath halted in my chest as his ice-blue eyes landed on me, holding my gaze and refusing for me to look away.
Something in me stirred. It was deep in my bones, and hard to pinpoint what exactly I felt. All I knew was that whatever the feeling was, it would lead to some trouble.
“You’re ours,”whispered in my head, reminding me what I did with these men not even hours ago.
