Page 11 of Don't Pray


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“You act surprised to see us, little one,” Asmodeus said. I shuddered at his deep, rich voice, thick with a Scottish accent.

Mephistopheles stepped toward me as he slipped his hands into his pockets. When he stood right in front of me, crowding my space, I had to lean my head back because of how much he towered over me. The gorgeous viking demon circled around me, roving his eyes over my body like Legion did. I breathed in, holding back a soft moan from the smell of pine soap, musk, and rain.

He smells so good.

Something skimmed along my cheek. I turned toward the caress and didn’t see any of them touching me. My fingers itched to rub away the sensation. Another stroke brushed down my neck.

Please. Not right now. Don’t do this right now.

Hallucinations of feeling things touching me happened often, especially when I was stressed and anxious. Which right now, I wasveryanxious.

My heart leaped to my throat and stayed there while these three men sucked the air from the room with their powerful magnitude.

“He didn’t touch you, did he?” Mephistopheles asked, his voice deep and a slight hint of a Scandinavian accent.

I drew my eyebrows together and turned toward him, following his slow movements as he circled around me. He stopped and cocked his head as he stared into my eyes. It became hard to hold his gaze, but I held it, not wanting to look away from his beautiful Nordic sea orbs.

“Who?” I asked.

His eyebrows lowered with his scowl. “The male that left not even five minutes ago.”

“Oh!” My cheeks heated, and I crossed my arms over my chest, squeezing them like a protective barrier. I shook my head and had to glance away from him, no longer able to hold his gaze. “N-no.”

Derrick didn’t touch me, but he had said a few dirty things to me, promising to touch me later tonight if I was a good girl. I didn’t think these three men would want to hear that. From their scowls, I figured that one little thing would send them over the edge.

Mephistopheles grunted, not entirely convinced.

I turned toward him and rolled my lips together. “What’s happening? Where am I?”

Legion and Asmodeus closed in on me, forming a tight circle to prevent any chance for me from escaping. I peered at all three of the prominent men who towered over me. Their scents mingled together, making my body tingle with warmth and my core clenching again at the memory of what we did.

“Do we need to remind you what we did only hours ago, little one?” Legion asked as he pinched a lock of my black hair between his fingers. His dark eyes peered at his digits, holding the black strands before they slid to my face and studied me.

Butterflies filled my stomach, and I shook my head. I glanced at the other two men with my cheeks on fire from my blush.

“You wanted a new life. A better one, and we gave you one, but we’re changing a few things,” Asmodeus said, biting his bottom lip as he watched me with hungry eyes.

“You can’t do that,” I said.

Fear surged through my veins, and the memory of the old country I came from popped into my mind.

I refused to go back to that world. It didn’t matter that I’d been here for less than an hour. I didn’t want to return to that hellhole and fear for my life. If the men of my fallen country didn’t kill me, then it would’ve been the extreme weather.

Fingers curled under my chin, turning my face toward Legion’s, who smirked at me. “Oh, but we can, little one. You see, you’re ours now. One night with you wasn’t enough.”

I drew my eyebrows together and jerked my chin out of his hold. Legion dropped his hand to his side and slipped it into his pocket. Amusement filled his eyes as he watched me.

“What do you mean I’m yours?” I asked.

“Exactly what he said. You’re ours. You made the exchange and gave us your soul. We own you,” Mephistopheles said with a grunt.

I gasped, shooting my gaze at him before I glanced at the other two men who regarded me with either a smirk or a blank expression.

“S-so, what does that mean for us? You’re taking me somewhere else and having some huge orgy with me?”

I wanted to smack myself for saying that. I hoped the ground would open and swallow me whole so I didn’t ever have to face these three demons again. In all of my life, I never thought I would say something like that.

The idea of having sex with these men again made me wet and throb with an ache that I needed to be quelled.

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