Page 99 of Hell Bound

It was like a wreck that appalled me, but I couldn’t look away. Asmodeus took that in the worst possible way.

“I’m so glad you’re enjoying the show, Lilith. I would gather you’re feeling particularly envious right about now. How long has it been since you fed on the lust of another demon?”

My tongue automatically went to my teeth, prodding my canines to reaffirm the fact that I was, indeed, not a vampire.

“It must have been difficult for you, so far from home, out in the human world with no demon to tend to you. They don’t hold nearly the power we do. You must have fucked five a day for mere survival.”

I blinked, something clicking into place that I’d never considered before.

In the human world, I’d always been a bit sickly. Always weak, pale, drained.

It was during one of those bouts of weakness that Veronica Gutierrez had kicked my ass so badly.

But even though I’d been referred to doctors for chronic anemia multiple times, they eventually all threw up their hands and declared they had no idea what was wrong with me. My iron levels were supposedly perfectly normal.

Everythingwas apparently normal. Except it really wasn’t.

I might have been in a mortal body, but my soul… even there, I was still a demoness.

And I’d been missing my main source of energy, especially since I’d never managed to get past a second date with a mortal man.

And ever since I’d arrived in Hell, with Lucifer’s constant attention…

I hadn’t felt that weakness since.

But the implications were pushed to the back of my mind as Asmodeus grunted, disrupting my thoughts.

He yanked Tavila back, her breathing labored and her face streaked with involuntary tears. Repositioning the two of them, he tossed her dress up over her ass and drove his dick home with no preamble.

She screamed, but I couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure. Probably both, if we were being honest. His fingers returned to her hair, this time wrapping it around his fist and forming a handle he could yank back. Her neck was roughly stretched upward while he fucked into her, hard and fast.

It was truly one of the oddest experiences of my life. Both of them stared at me with different versions of disdain and mockery.

What was the old Lilith like? Was this something she would have wanted to be a part of instead of observing?

Not a fucking chance. There was no way that any version of me, human or demoness, would ever want some of that.

“So hungry, aren’t you, succubus? With no one to sate you. No one whowantsyou.”

Thankfully, I had enough restraint not to snap that Lucifer wanted me.

It was a close call, though.

He yanked harder on the reins of Tavila’s hair, slapping her ass until it was bright red. These weren’t love taps, but blows meant to punish, to abuse.

Some of the fire went out of Tav’s eyes, though she tried to maintain her smugness. I almost pitied her.

His rhythm began to falter, and in one of the most shocking moments of my life, I found myself thinking,god I hope he’s about to come.

No one could have convinced me I’d ever be wishing for Asmodeus’s orgasm, and yet here we were.

Dropping her hair, Asmodeus slipped a hand down around Tavila’s throat and yanked her up against him.

Her face reddened at an alarming rate as he cut off her airway. Reflexes kicked in and she clawed at his hand, desperately trying to dislodge it.

With one final brutal thrust, he growled deeply, clenching those fingers even tighter. Jerky, short thrusts continued through his orgasm until he finally stilled.

Only then did he release Tavila’s throat and shove her body away from him.

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