Page 115 of Hell Bound

That pushed Odragir off the edge he’d been teetering on since entering the room.

He stormed right up to me and grabbed me by my biceps. Hauling me up, he brought us nose to nose.

“Tavila has no choice but to obey the wishes of her king. You choose to spread your legs at every opportunity. She’s more of a queen than you could ever be.”

He’d never see reason, and no matter what I pointed out, he’d have a way to rationalize why his preciousTavie—gross—wasn’t beholden to the rules.

With a disgusted huff, he dropped me back on my feet and stepped away.

“Whatareyou doing here,Tavie?” I demanded of the other woman, who stood near the now closed door and gave me a scathing stare.

“The king has instructed me to oversee the events of the evening and ensure that Odragir has everything he needs to enjoy his reward.”

Which meant Asmodeus was cruel to everyone, not just me. He had to know exactly what he was doing, and even while he was rewarding Odragir, he was going to make him suffer.

Odragir’s head swung to her, and he couldn’t disguise the visceral longing in his expression.

There was only one thing he needed to enjoy his evening, and it damn sure wasn’t me.

So give it to him.

It might not work, but what other chance did I have to come out of this without being violated? I was willing to try anything.

“Odragir, listen to me.” I placed a hand on his shoulder, and he whipped back around to me, seething at my touch. “We can make this work for both of us.”

He didn’t respond, only continued to glare, so I took that as a green light to offer my deal.

“If Asmodeus were to find out that we didn’t have sex, he’d be pissed. He wants to hurt me, and honestly, he either doesn’t know or doesn’t give a fuck that he’d also be hurting you. But we couldbothcome out on top.”

I made my words as cajoling as possible, and something inside me buzzed with energy. It was like a low electrical current that flowed from me to where my hand still rested on his shoulder.

“How?”

“Stay here for the night. Spend it with Tavila.” I caressed her name with my voice, exactly the way his gaze had caressed her body when he looked at her. “It’s the one night neither of you are expected to return to quarters, and Asmodeus has no desire to watch you fuck me or he’d have come himself. He won’t come here tonight.”

“You can’t know that.” He was still fighting the possibility that he might actually be able to claim the woman he clearly loved, but his rebuttals had grown softer, less sure.

I pushed harder, letting that buzz become a current, and Ifelthis rising lust…

And thank fuck, it wasn’t for me.

“Think about it, Odragir. He doesn’t even like people talking to me. And it’s not out of any desire to be the only one to enjoy my company. It’s all about ownership. Do you think he would ever be able to watch you fuck me without killing you? You and Tavila could be completely alone,” I whispered, my voice soft and enticing.

He contemplated it, but I could see that he still wasn’t fully on board.

I turned my attention to the other succubus in the room. She was eying me warily, but there was no hiding the desire in her gaze when she turned it to Odragir.

“Tavila, surely you’d like to spend an uninterrupted evening withyourdemon. No fear of anyone else walking in on the two of you and reporting it back to Asmodeus. No one would dare enter my room.”

I flicked my gaze to the bed and then back to her. She did the same, obviously tempted. I pictured them tossing together beneath the sheets in a vain attempt to push those images at her.

When she caught her bottom lip between her teeth and looked to Odragir, I almost thought it had worked.

But then she shook her head hard and returned her now icy stare to me.

“Don’t bother, Lilith. I don’t care what he does to you. You deserve exactly what you get.”

I wasn’t the only one surprised by her response.

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