Page 98 of Hell Bound

Lilith

My heart was on the brink of exploding from my chest.

Being caught in the same space was one thing, but Odragir almost catching Lucifer knuckle deep in my pussy was something else altogether.

The entire walk—or let’s be honest,scurry—back to my rooms, I’d had to hold my dress together to keep it from pooling around my feet.

It was definitely hot as hell when Lucifer snatched it from my body in a possessive frenzy to get to my flesh, but not so much when I was trying to be inconspicuous as I rushed through the halls.

Just get inside the room. You can ditch the dress and it won’t be an issue.

Why?

Why did I think for asecondthat it would be that simple? It was as though I’d never lived a day in my own life.

The second I shut my door behind me, I leaned against it with my eyes closed, sighing in relief.

Too closedidn’t even come close.

My body still tingled from where Lucifer’s hands had staked his claim of it. Even if I hadn’t begun to regain some of the memories from my past life, I would have known that he’d been mine.

Every inch of my body responded to him like it knew him on every level.

An obnoxious slurping sound snatched my soul from my body. My eyes snapped open.

Never before in my life had I experienced rage, terror, and stomach churning disgust all that the same time.

Tavila was on her hands and knees on my bed, positioned between Asmodeus’s large thighs.

Her lips were wrapped around his dick, but her eyes were on me as she took him deeper. She hollowed her cheeks with each suction, fervent satisfaction on her face.

“Ah, my wayward bride has finally decided to grace us with her presence. Imagine my surprise when I came to your room to find you’d run off yet again. Luckily, Tavila was here to assuage my anger.” He stroked her head, but there was nothing affectionate about the gesture. “You should thank her for calming my temper.”

I wasn’t going to say anything, but he stared expectantly.

Since I was standing there holding together my dress with a wish and a prayer, I played along.

“Good lookin’ out, Tav. Way to take one for the team.” I regretted the words as soon as I spoke them.

What happened to playing along and not getting in trouble?

Thankfully, Tavila chose that moment to pull him deeper into her throat, gagging herself on Asmodeus’s… cock.

Dammit. I wished it was less impressive from an objective sense. Calling it small or deformed would be an outright lie, and where was the satisfaction in that?

Maybe it was my human mindset still controlling the way I viewed things, but I expected cruel, evil men like Asmodeus to have tiny dicks.

Wasn’t that the way it went? So if it wasn’t “Little Man Syndrome - Below the Belt Classification,” then what had turned him into such a bastard?

I didn’t dwell on it, since it was truly hard to focus on anything other than the travesty occurring on my bed. Asmodeus had enjoyed Tavila’s deep throating and had decided to give her a helping hand.

On the back of her head.

Fingers tangled in her long, blonde hair, he forced her face down over and over, pausing every few strokes when her nose hit his pubic bone. She would choke and convulse, which only seemed to please him more.

And she wants this shit? Thinks she’s taking something from me by fucking him?

Poor delusional girl.

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