Page 7 of Charming As Hell
“I think I want you to be my sweet little slut. That’s what you came in here wanting, wasn’t it? For me to use you like I want to?” I ask, more so wanting to call her bluff, but she surprises me.
“I’ll be whatever you want.” Her wide, blue eyes stare at me, and her full lips separate as she licks them.
“I want that pretty little mouth on my cock. You aren’t going to disappoint me, are you?”
She just blinks at me. “How do you want it?”
I can’t help but grin. “You sure you’re not a whore?”
“Only for you,” she replies in a breathy voice.
“I feel like that’s something a well-trained slut would say.”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re really starting to ruin this moment for me. Am I going to suck your dick, or am I going to find someone else?”
I smack her thigh, and she sighs…in pleasure?
“Get on your fucking knees then,” I demand as I quickly take my cock out of my pants. She grabs the waistband of my trousers and pulls them to my ankles.
There’s no pause in her movements. She slides off the bed, completely naked, taking her place on her knees between my spread legs. Her un-painted nails drag down my thighs, making the muscles twitch.
She kisses my knee and looks up at me with an innocent look.
“I’ve just realized something,” she states sweetly, dragging the palms of her hands up and down my thighs.
“What’s that?” I ask her.
She digs her nails roughly into the flesh of my thigh and stands. Her breasts are nearly in front of my face as she leans down to whisper into my ear. “I bow for no man… let me know when you’re ready to get on your knees for me.”
With impeccable demon speed, she dresses, wipes her mouth, and shakes her head at me. “Maybe this is a lesson in how to treat a lady. I came in here with the intention of blowing your mind,” she chastises, laughing at her own joke. The smile on her face is cataclysmic as she cackles.
“Who are you?” I ask dumbly.
The grin she gives me is wicked and full of promise, but she just shrugs her shoulders before speaking. “See ya around, slut,” she says instead of giving me a name or any information.
The only thought in my head is that I might have just fallen in love.
* * *
I was raised on punctuality, and I imagine it’s one of the qualities that made Lucifer select me as his right hand. My mother was from the Kingdom of Hungary, and my father was from Ghazni. My mother died in childbirth, and I was raised by my brutal father. I don’t have resentment for the man, he made me strong. I fought alongside him at the age of twenty-four during the Battle of Chach, and that’s when I died.
Lucifer was building his own army in Hell, and luckily for me, he saw greatness within me. He didn’t treat me like my father did, which was surprising. You would think the ruler of Hell would be more evil than a simple man who was hungry for power on Earth. While Lucifer can have his moments and isn’t one to give out second chances, he is mostly a peacemaker.
I’ve never admired anyone the way I admire Lucifer. It’s a gift to be someone he holds in high regard. Not only that, he trusts me fully, and I’d never do anything to break that trust.
While immortality has been dragging lately, I’d rather be serving a purpose than to not exist at all.
As I do most mornings, I head to his library, where he is waiting for me. When I enter, I spot him rubbing his temples and looking worse for wear.
“My Lord?”
“Ah, Toth. Take a seat.” I do as I’m told and take a seat across the desk from him.
“There is much to discuss, but right now, I need a favor from you. You’re the only person I can trust to teach her about Hell and our structure while also making sure she is battle-ready.”
I furrow my brows together as I look at the king of Hell. I’ve done tasks for him that aren’t violent or covert, but this sounds odd. And who is he talking about, who isshe? “My Lord?”
“My daughter Mara is safely in Hell. I need you to make sure she is well-protected and battle-ready.”
