Page 58 of Hell Bound

Dammit, wolf!

I was so much worse off now, having known a taste of what true passion could be only to be left as unfulfilled as ever.

I was going to kick his demon ass.

For now, though, I needed to get my mind off of him and all things related to sex. Otherwise my arousal would never dissipate and I’d be on the edge of orgasm for hours.

Tossing the damp towel back to the floor, I stormed into the bathroom in search of my robe. I snagged it off the hook and shoved my arms through it, pissed off even more when my still damp skin made it more difficult.

I’ll admit, there was a moment that I looked like a toddler mid-tantrum, but my lack of satisfaction robbed me of my ability to give a shit. At least no one was here to see it.

I paused, waiting for the inevitable. Any time someone thought they were alone in a movie, a killer stepped out of the shadows.

No such luck.

With no one coming to give me an easy out, I turned to the mirror and examined my reflection.

It was the same face I’d always seen, yet it wasn’t. There was something different that I couldn’t put a finger on.

And it wasn’t the red marks that remained on my cheeks, either.

The more I stared at those, the more my temper threatened to take over and make me do something stupid.

Like run.

Again.

Since I had no real desire to face off with that beast in the forest and make my record 0-2, I reached for the meticulously arranged makeup on a gold tray on the counter.

It wasn’t like the makeup I was used to, no brand names screaming at me with obnoxious color names like “Cashmere Inferno” or “Righteous Rouge.”

Instead, the makeup was in small metal pots, as though it had been handcrafted specifically for me.

Bespoke makeup in Hell.

Things just kept getting weirder.

I opened a few tops, finding dark shades that must be eyeshadows, reds and pinks for my lips and cheeks, and some flesh tones that must have been concealer and foundation.

I grabbed one and brought it to my nose.

It smelled like honey and roses instead of the chemical scents I was accustomed to. I grabbed a small brush from a golden cup that held several others. A tiny dab into what I was assuming was the concealer, I brought the brush to my cheek.

I hesitated when something dawned on me.

This tray full of makeup was all in colors that perfectly accentuated my coloring and features.

And it had been here the night I arrived.

If it had truly been made just for me, how had there been time?

Maybe it’s been here since before this life, just waiting for you to come back and use it again.

I rolled my eyes at my reflection and her ridiculous thoughts. We weren’t a reincarnation because that wasn’t a real thing. We’d been born to human parents, we’d lived a human life, and what demon would ever choose that?

To toil as a mortal when they could have the power of the supernatural at their fingertips.

Exactly, no one.

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