Page 100 of Hell Bound

She gasped and sputtered, forcing air into her deprived lungs.

My gaze was drawn—very much against my will—to his softening cock.

It was shiny with Tavila’s… well, I was betting it wasn’t exactly evidence of her pleasure, especially not after how it had ended.

Asmodeus saw where my eyes were focused and gave a low chuckle.

“I’m sorry, my Queen. I can see how badly you’d like to sample me. To taste a fraction of the pleasure she just did.” A dismissive jerk of his head toward Tavila’s still gasping form. “But I’m afraid your succubus charm is highly lacking.”

I snorted, but managed not to say anything.

“Look at her. How badly you must want to feel like that.”

I actually took the time to look at Tavila and take in her overall appearance.

She was still struggling to breathe, but there was a glow about her that hadn’t been there before.

Her hair appeared more lustrous, her skin shimmering, eyes shining as she stared up at the ceiling. The smell of citrus fruit coming off her was almost overpowering.

How long has it been since you fed?

Now I was sure.

Why had I never considered that succubi would have sex for more than sheer pleasure?

No wonder Asmodeus believed he was hurting me by depriving me of sex—because he was.

He was keeping me weakened, and since he was the only person allowed to touch me, I couldn’t get it anywhere else.

At least so long as he didn’t find out.

It also made a hell of a lot more sense that Lucifer kept denying us both what we clearly needed. If I looked anything like Tavila did, we’d be fucked.

Andnotin the good way.

“Perhaps I’ll take pity on you. Give you just enough to keep you from devolving into a pathetic wretch. Come, clean my cock. If you can reawaken it, I’ll give you what you need.” He waggled his hips in my direction, and that was the last straw.

Lick another woman’s pussy juices off of his dick for whatever scraps of energy he might be able to provide?

Not a fucking chance.

“Believe me when I tell you, Asmodeus, I would rather eat literal shit than put your floppy little dick anywhere near my mouth.”

He’d been in the process of pulling his pants on, and I realized my mistake when he stilled. He’d never meant the offer as a real option. All he wanted to do was run his mouth and feel like he was hot shit.

And I could have let him.

Instead, I’d fallen back on old habits, and once again, screwed myself.

He paused just as he tucked his cock into his pants, expression granite hard. But then… it softened. He actually smiled at me.

Damn. I missed the scowl.

“Whatever you desire shall be yours, my Queen. I concede to your every desire.” He fastened his pants and strode from the room.

Tavila had gotten to her feet during our exchange, and she glided out behind him with preternatural grace.

With one last smirk, she slammed the door behind her, thankfully taking that nauseating citrus scent with her.

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