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When their lips meet, cum spills into her mouth. Then I shove the whore’s shoulder, sending her to the floor. Without missing a beat, I take Willow's face roughly in my hand and slam my lips onto hers, claiming her with violent possession. I don’t care what coats her tongue. I’m determined to take it all. Taste it all. Own it all.
Everyone around us has fallen into a desperate display of fuckery. Everyone is wild with need, screwing anyone and anything they can get close to.
Tonight, she has unleashed a demon into a psychopath. And nothing will ever be the same for either of us.
Our kiss ends, and she slowly looks around.
‘What have you done to them?’ she asks.
‘I have filled them with an endless and unsatiable lust, Little Soul.’
Another ripple of power passes through me.
‘It’s making you strong,’ she realises. ‘The more lust you create, the more strength you receive.’
‘Clever Little Soul.’
She blinks, tilts her head, and smiles.
‘I know your true name.’
‘Is that so?’ I chuckle. ‘Then speak it. I am sure it has never sounded better than when it comes from your lips.’
I watch her, desperate and excited to hear her say my name. I want to listen to it in her soft and sweet voice because the next time she says it, it will be a scream and a plea.
‘Asmodeus,’ she whispers. ‘You are the Demon Prince of Lust.’
I shift her body so she’s sitting neatly on my lap. And sweep her hair past her shoulder.
‘It’s my pleasure to finally have you, Little Soul.’
Chapter 6
Willow
Asmodeus, the Demon Prince of Lust.
How isheone of the demons enthralled to the Brotherhood? He’s a prince and far higher up the demonic food chain than the usual demons used to channel power are.
I should ask him, but I can’t find the courage.
He stands, returns my underwear, and with my hand in his, he starts pulling me back through the Halloween party.
‘Fucking hell…’ I whisper.
‘What?’ he asks, looking back when I stop.
‘That!’ I nod at the sight of a girl getting anal from a guy with a candlestick being shoved up his arse by a guy dressed as a caveman. ‘And that!’ I point at the dozen people currently enjoying what I can only describe as a human sex-tipede.
‘That’s a lot of tongues up a lot of arseholes,’ he says, standing at my side and watching them with a frown. ‘Shall we go?’
His power seems to have affected the entire party. A crazed lust possesses everyone. Their moans are drowning out theheavy music, and it’s a sea of naked, sweaty people in masks getting very well and truly fucked.
‘Are they okay?’ I ask, struggling to keep up with his purposeful strides. Then I giggle. ‘They are going to be so embarrassed in the morning.’
‘They will fuck until they expire,’ he says with a cold matter-of-fact. ‘Their souls have been marked and claimed. They belong to me now.’
I look back, watching them all roll around and scream in pleasure. Or pain. I can’t seem to tell with a lot of them.
