Page 50 of Secretary's Obsession

Yes.

He’s been in his company… today.

Yes.

I want to see him.

We saw him only last month.The draw—connection, stop lying to yourself—was worse than it had ever been. His demon and human side fought continually of late, and it was getting very wearing.

He focused his gaze back on the couple, looking for a distraction. He had never understood how these two assholes had created a son like Scott. The demon worked hard, kept his nose clean, and didn’t cause Asmodeus any problems, just how he liked it. The problem was the old established demon families; they believed they mattered more than they did. That what happened centuries ago, should continue. Their entitled asses were owed nothing. They had not worked for their position or money, they inherited it. Their match was that of a pair looking to create a merger between strong bloodlines.

Their strongest bloodline was in the demon who they had shunned for his difference. He would bear them their first grandchild. Asmodeus had felt life growing inside Scott. This pair would be lucky to ever see it. The life was already strong and pure of heart. It would be a force to be reckoned with oncegrown. His foresight could see beyond the now, only never when it came to himself. A gift that was also a curse for him.

No matter the searching he had done, the one answer, until Dakata, eluded him. Was a blissful one, the truth? The heart of what troubled him?

Four demons, four had found their blissful ones in a matter of months. Why was this? Was this what had cast him into a purgatory of his own making? A touch?

Centuries ago, he had sought answers to one question. The one that would explain the hold on his soul. For a time, he’d lost all hope of ever escaping his own prison. Yet, here he was, witnessing the truth behind Fate’s choices for demons. And why, when most of the time, Asmodeus didn’t involve himself in such pettiness as he witnessed here, he would intervene. Just not in the way Randal and Olivia wanted.

The silence left in the wake of Scott, after his declaration and threat, which Asmodeus chose to ignore for now, was deafening.

“Why do you believe Fate is wrong?” he questioned, sounding bored, but it was a façade. He was interested in the answer. The historians had never clarified, satisfactorily, the facts behind a blissful one. Or not in a way that made sense to someone as analytical as Asmodeus. A thinker, he needed to fully grasp the meaning of something before he came to a conclusion.

Randal, not one to read the room, glowered at him, looking down his pointy nose despite the height difference betweenthem. “That creature isn’t worthy of our name. Our connections within this realm. Fate should have nothing to do with that. I am part of one of the oldest demon families in the realm, I’ll have you know.”

“I see,” he said flatly. Asmodeus' family was the oldest bloodline in the demon realm he’d discovered in his quest for information.

“Yes. Can’t you see that by mixing races in this way, the bloodlines will become weaker?” His expression was haughty as he paced in front of Asmodeus. In his perfect suit, his hair was coiffed so not a strand was out of place. Shoes that shone enough to catch a reflection, he looked nothing like the demon he professed to want to protect, that he never allowed out.

Asmodeus’s eyes narrowed in warning. “Yet, here you stand, dressed and acting as your human half.”

His demon side had forbidden him to shift into his human form unless…

“What is wrong with that?” he spluttered, while Olivia paled.

“Is it not a double standard, when you stand here before me talking of weakening bloodlines and other hokum, when you act like a petty human who can’t get his own way? Did you take the time to get to know George? Find out about his pure bloodline? No. He is classed as one of the highest pedigrees. One who is the only remaining true pureblood bear shifter from a clan that is older than your family line.”

“He is of no importance. None.”

Asmodeus’ lips curled in distaste at the lack of acknowledgment that they had made a mistake. “You have no interest in anything beyond that of your own nose, and that is what is wrong with your argument,” he snarled.

Randal coughed violently, his features reddening. “I—”

“Enough.” The whiplash of his tone brought stillness from the couple, and rightly so. “Do not bother me again with your petty nonsenses.”

He translocated back to his personal chamber, striding over to the stone sitting on a cushion at his bedside. He resisted a heartbeat before he reached to clasp it in his fist. His eyes shut at the familiar feel and warmth against his skin, his pulse accelerated with the knowledge of what he would see when his eyes flickered open. He resisted once more, aware it was futile, as he opened his eyes to look within the visual portable the stone afforded him. His breath caught at the vision before him.

Naked and aroused the man lay with his eyes shut, his hand stroking his cock. The head glistened in the flames of the candles flickering around the bed. A trembly moan came from who Asmodeus couldn’t say. His gaze riveted to the hand touching what he wanted. What he denied himself.

Full lips parted, and a whisper followed. “Watch me.”

He couldn’t stop. Nothing, not even a threat to life could make him turn away as sweat sheened the bronze skin. As the speed of the hand stroking the shaft increased, the eyes opened and met his. The moment, despite the distance, came with an intensity that continued to surprise Asmodeus, as ribbons of cum splattered the fluttering chest.

He could smell the cum, imagine the taste on his tongue. Almost like he’d projected his thought, the man ran a lazy finger through the cum and brought it to his lips to taste. His gaze held Asmodeus captive, as they had the first time he’d seen those eyes in the forest.

His own arousal scented the air, and he moaned in distress, dropping the stone on his bed. His fingers pressed into his eyes as if to banish the image forever burnished in his brain. “When will I find the answer!”

You already have it.

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