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“Mine?” I followed the pressure of his hands on my waist.
“You command me, gift. Say it louder.” He increased the speed, and my body reacted. “Whose cock is this?”
“Mine.”Oh fuck.
“Fuck yes, it is.”
He let out a thick groan and worked my hips harder, sending me so far into ecstasy that I wasn’t sure I was going to come down. Every nerve in my body buzzed with my final orgasm.
I collapsed on his chest.
We stayed there a moment, his fingers tracing a light path up and down my spine until the aftershocks stopped firing through my limbs. Later, when we showered the blood and other fluids from our skin, he scrubbed me off with tender hands. His touch was addictive.
We tucked ourselves into fresh blankets that appeared like magic. Vassago pulled me onto his bare chest and refused to let go. It was the most restful sleep I could remember.
Chapter16
Vassago
Reluctantly, I took Celeste back to her townhouse the next morning. We packed and moved her belongings into an apartment I decided to rent that was closer to her school. Duncan had demanded that the lease on the townhouse be solely in his name. Another aspect of constant control.
The demon who owned the apartment building refused to take my money, but we needed forged proof that Celeste had been planning to leave Duncan before he’d gone missing. And he was now considered as much. No one had seen hide or hair of him in over forty-eight hours.
The plan was to make it look like he’d gone missing between the townhouse and the train station. His things were already in the beginning stages of packing for his impending move to Boston, and it wasn’t difficult to manipulate the footage taken by the neighbor’s door camera. From their vantage point, a figure that was Duncan’s height and build was seen leaving in the middle of the night with one piece of luggage trailing behind him.
Celeste told the police that they’d had a fight and that he’d refused to stay one more minute in their condo. The upstairs neighbor confirmed that there were several arguments downstairs that night. What the woman didn’t know was that the first was Duncan assaulting my precious Celeste and the following was me exacting revenge.
Duncan’s suitcase was found on the side of the road a few miles away from the train depot. I’d left the zipper undone for a more dramatic effect. His clothing had been strewn about, but his wallet and passport were amongst his belongings.
No trace of him would be found, but when others were questioned about him, it came out that he had raped all three of his last girlfriends before storming off and blaming them for his indiscretions.
A pattern that I felt had a just ending.
Celeste didn’t confess to the assault when asked. She wasn’t ready to admit or relive it. I didn’t push her. She still felt guilty for not coming forward to add to the charges he would never face, but Duncan being classified as a missing suspect in three sexual assaults was reason enough for his disappearance. The nightmares of him on top of her plagued her enough. I almost wished I hadn’t killed him so quickly. When my gift woke up frightened, I wanted nothing more than to strangle the life out of him again.
Seere and Gaap had kept their end of our bargain already. One of Celeste’s cohort members had been arrested for starting a bar brawl that put two people in the hospital. He was suspended from academics until the legal matters were settled. If he was permitted to return, it would be long after the fellowship started.
Shortly after that change was announced, Gaap struck. The student he targeted was inspired to quit school entirely to pursue a life of pleasure. With his trust fund, he skipped off to a small island in the South Pacific.
I had the gratification of taking down James Hannigan. It was hard to do. He did nothing but study and attend classes. But with a flush of envy, he went into a jealous rage about anyone being considered his equal. He threw a tantrum during his last presentation, which resulted in his rejection from the fellowship and chronic embarrassment that would follow him for the rest of his life.
Now, Celeste was pacing the floor of our living room as I battled the new bookcase I was tasked with installing. I’d promised this woman a home library in the spare bedroom, and it was only missing a few more shelves.
“They’ll call,” I assured her.
“But they should have called an hour ago. Maybe they found out that I?—”
“Made a deal with a demon who worships the ground you walk on for a position in the fellowship? I highly doubt it.” I peeked around the manufactured wood panels to see her scrunching her nose at me.
“I deserve to be accepted,” she said more to herself.
I screwed in the stabilizer and walked back to the living room, where she was staring down at her blank phone screen.
“Yes. You do.” I pushed her device aside and bent down to hook my arms under her legs. Celeste squealed as I hauled her up to wrap her thighs around me. “They are just letting everyone else down easy. Now, where is that heinously tiny L-thing.”
The Swedish company swore anyone could put their furniture together within twenty minutes. And they said Lucifer was the master of mistruths.
“It’s an Allen wrench. Silly Hell-dweller.”
