Page 23 of Succubus Sins
Anderson waved his knife. “No matter. I just need to get the succubus to turn herself in and then my real experiments can get started.”
I scoffed. Anderson shot me a glare. “Aw, don’t be jealous. I’m not done with you yet.” His grin turned sinister. “You still have your role to play.”
Anderson glanced at David and frowned. The poor guy had deterioration something fierce, and being locked in a cell without food wasn’t helping matters. “First one to let me know when he finally wakes up gets dinner.”
With that he switched off the lights and left the room.
I shivered in the darkness. I’d gotten used it, but now there were two other people in the room. I didn’t like being unable to see them, especially when one was in the same cell as me. And she also happened to be a muse.
I jumped when her hand rested on my shoulder.
“Hey,” she said. “Sorry. I just…” She went silent. I pulled away but then she grabbed my shoulder again. “Hold still. I feel something.”
My whole body went rigid as a surge of power bit into my skin. The bitch was strong. I’d give her that. Her aura seeped into me like a cold shard of ice. I’d never felt anything quite like it. I wanted to say, “Get off me, bitch. I get enough stab wounds from Anderson.” But nothing other than a pathetic groan came out.
The razor retreated and she pulled away. “Holy shit.”
I backed into the bars and slumped. If she wanted to tell me what she’d found, she would.
Her breaths went heavy. “I see why your mother didn’t tell you what you were. You weren’t ready.” She sighed. “You’re still not ready. But you will be when this is all over.”
There it was again. Everyone else seemed to know so much about me, yet I was kept in the dark. Anderson’s cell was just a metaphor for my life. When would the lights turn on? What was this promise of “when it was over?” Would it really ever end?
“You have a key to this cell,” she whispered. “You can leave whenever you want.”
I stiffened. Yes. I did have a key to my cell. I kept it hidden under a loose stone in the back wall. One of the police officials who was not as corrupt as Anderson had thought had given it to me. But I couldn’t leave, not until I’d fulfilled my mother’s vision. I had to endure this until the woman came to me.
I expected Sarah to rush to the back wall and undo all my work. If she used the key to escape, Anderson would know and I’d never have an escape plan for when it was time to leave. I crouched, ready to stop her and do whatever I needed to do. I’d already endured more torture than any man alive and I wasn’t going to let a muse fuck this up.
“I understand,” was all Sarah said. I relaxed, but still didn’t trust her. I ran my hand against the bars and made my way to the wall, slumping down against the loose stone. If she was trying to trick me, she’d have to get past my body first. But she didn’t make a move. Instead, I heard her make her way to the opposite corner of the cell and sit down. And then we drifted off into sleep, listening to David’s slow breaths engulf the silence.
A Double-D Cocktail
Sonya
“Excuse me?” I asked, a bit surprised by his request. Incubus or not, what kind of man asked someone to screw his wife?
He tugged at my sleeve and Zack reluctantly let me go.
“Aw, don’t look so glum, my friend. I’m not going to take Sonya without leaving you something in return.” Derek clapped his hands twice.
Movement caught my eye down the corridor where I thought I’d seen Silva.
Three girls wearing bikinis covered in sheer pink dresses flounced out of the hall full of giggles and smiles. “Derek!” they squealed in unison.
I rolled my eyes. Nothing I hated more than mindless thralls.
Zack, however, perked up. “Hey, chicas!” He spread his arms as if he expected the girls to frolic into his embrace, scantily clad boobs and all.
Instead, they flounced right past Zack and draped over Derek, pulling at his already half-open shirt and revealing a set of six-pack abs that just wouldn’t quit.
Zack’s arms fell and his mouth drooped into a pout.
A red-head stood on her tippy-toes and flicked her tongue against Derek’s earlobe. “What can we do for you, master?”
Derek shrugged the girls off as if they were pests. “You’re for Zack.”
They frowned, and the blonde hugging his waist scrunched her nose. “But we wantyou.”
