Page 13 of Hell Bound

But this? This truly was fit for the queen they claimed I was.

The black marble was threaded with reds and oranges that looked positively molten.

The lava-like substance moved through the gleaming countertops, and I honestly thought it might be a trick of the heavy chandelier that hung from the ceiling.

Given everything I’d seen so far, I was guessing a little lava in the countertops was no big deal.

No matter how my rational mind wanted to deny it, every moment that passed only solidified the facts.

I was in Hell.

I was aQueenof Hell.

Fuck me sideways.

The sudden image of Morningstar in my mind’s eye startled me. His conjured form laid my body down on the massive bed in the other room and slid behind me, lifting my leg back over his thigh as he thrust inside—

I shook my head, eyes clenched tight like that had a chance in—well,here—of expunging the explicit image.

Was that a memory… or a fantasy?

Setting aside the fact that I was feeling all these things for a man who had abducted me and literally dragged me to Hell, I was honestly more confused by the fact that I was feeling anything at all.

No matter how hard I tried, from the time I had reached puberty, nothing truly aroused me. Over and over again I was left cold during any intimate interaction with a man.

Not with Morningstar.

Everything about himignitedme.

Determined to ignore that whole confusing situation, I stepped back into the extravagant bedroom and looked around for two things: a weapon, and an escape.

True, Morningstar had warned me not to attempt to escape, but why would I listen to him? He clearly didn’t care what happened to me considering his role in all this.

First, he stole me away from my home and dragged me into a new world. Then, he had presented me to my supposed husband for whatever torture that bastard had planned.

Yet I should follow his advice and stay put?

Hell no.

Escape was my only option if I wanted to survive.

Figuring out where I could possibly go to be safe while trapped inHellwas later-Liliana’s problem. Right now-Liliana needed something to defend herself with.

But a look around the room showed nothing that would stand a chance against any of the men—wolves?—that I’d seen downstairs. They’d snap the antique silver hairbrush in one bite, and me in the next.

I considered the tall wooden posts at each corner of the enormous bed.

Maybe if I kicked hard enough, I could splinter one and use it as a club. I wrapped my hand around it to test the girth, only to snatch it away when I heard a key twisting in the lock on the door.

Hiding crossed my mind for a brief instant, but what good would it do? Whoever was coming in was bound to check behind the curtains and under the bed.

Please, don’t let it be Asmodeus.

I stepped further from the massive bed, just to make sure he didn’t get any ideas.

But instead of the cruelly beautiful demon, there was a pretty young woman standing in the doorway when it swung open. She was a bit shorter than my 5’6”, with medium brown hair wrapped around her head in a braid.

Her face was blank, but there was something in her eyes, a stunning lilac color that had to be native to Hell. She only held my gaze for a couple of seconds before she lowered her eyes to the floor.

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