Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 111353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
“I think the young lord w-wants you,” the servant grunted out. “He does miss you so t-terribly when you’re apart.”
“Hmmm?” Father barely opened his eyes. He looked as if the mere act of turning his head to face us was too taxing. “Very well. Bring him here.”
The axolotl was quick in his movements. Bounding across the throne room, he peeled me off and deposited me beside Father.
I gazed up into the face that would be my own—pleased as ever to be beside him once again—and threw a punch.
Half a dozen palms flew between my fist and my father’s nose, bouncing my hit off the firm barrier.
Father chuckled. “Not yet, my young sapling. When you have embraced true beauty—true sloth—no one would dare deny your punches, or pawn you off to hang on to their gills. They will give you all that you want, because all you want is destined to be yours.”
“Arghg ishe yheel gee!” I was only fifty-three years old; I wasn’t freaking talking yet.
But I did understand. I repeated my father’s words, branding that truth on my bones.
All that I want is mine.
I palmed my cock, stroking furiously as I drank her in.
I had many things— No, I had all things. I had a bed made of the finest fallen angel feathers there were. I was served only the most delectable of fae cuisine. I had every new thing before it came out. I was brimming with power I didn’t even need to use, because all I had to do was drop my glamour, and life came to me on a silver platter.
I had everything except the one thing that no one had in hell... a mortal.
And how delicious this mortal was.
Hair as black as blood cascaded over the pillow like an ebony waterfall. The bright blush of life stained her lips and cheeks red, and my cock twitched in my hand at the mere anticipation of the day those lips would wrap around my dick as her cheeks caved in—sucking me dry.
I picked up the pace, grasping at the bedframe as the vision took me over.
She was magnificent. She was new, she was rare, she was mine.
And when she did that thing with her mouth and her face lit up with—with—with—
Dammit, what’s the word?!
My vocabulary failed me, but my memory didn’t. Clear as day, I saw her as she was the morning the imp made fools of us all.
All of us except her.
Yes, by then, the glamour had broken for me, and I saw the new student for who she truly was. A sudden and surprising accident that came about when I was silently, and invisibly, stalking the worm with the intent to kill him for sticking a finger up my ass.
I was all poised to strike, when she whispered the wrong thing to the snake in her blouse, and the scales were ripped from my eyes.
That day, she laughed and played with the imp—smiling a smile that wasn’t mocking, sneering, or ironic. The smile rose in my mind—teasing the dimples from her plump cheeks and brightening her eyes until—
Near collapsing, I grunted as I spilled my seed—spurting warm on her cheeks, nose, and mouth.
Pleasure wracked my senses and nerve endings, awakening them to ecstasy they’d long forgotten. Smirking, I traced her lips—painting them with my cum.
Charlotte moaned, frowning and shifting under the disturbance.
“How dare you enter my domain in a glamour,” I hissed. “How dare you conceal yourself from me. How dare you shower those bastards, leeches, and mutts in attention that’s mine and mine alone. How dare you look me in the face while you speak of serving that winged shit Lucifer. And how dare you refuse me now.”
My smirk widened. “But don’t worry, I promised to fix all of your mistakes for you.” One hand snapped its fingers and cleaned her face, while the other picked up her phone. “Your lord and master will make sure you understand how things are done in your new home.”
Bypassing her code with ease, I opened her DeadDrop app, read through her conversation with Tristan, and then deleted Tristan’s contact and blocked him. But not before magically inserting one last text from the furry shit.
I scoffed as I tossed her phone down. “Forget about that mutt and forget about being Lucifer’s errand girl. You don’t need to choose between saving your sister and giving Lucifer the keys to the gates of hell, because if your sister is the one thing keeping you here...” My fingers were gentle stroking her temple. “Then your sister is never leaving.”
“Mmh... meer... ug,” she mumbled in her sleep—her lips pouting, and tempting me stronger than I could resist.
Dipping down, I pressed a featherlight kiss to her lips.
My fingers were dialing before I straightened and headed out of the room.
Ring. Ring. Rin—
“Yes, boss?” came a groggy voice.