“And what happens then?” I asked, speaking directly to Lucifer for the first time tonight. My heart was racing at the dreaded thought of death. Killing to gain power and place in a society seemed so wicked.

Lucifer smirked at me. “You will be the Queen of Lust.”

“Queen of Lust,” I whispered, tasting the words on my tongue.

Mom would’ve never approved, but God did it sound tempting.

I took a deep breath. I could barely even speak properly in front of demons. I’d be terrible at the whole lust thing—flirting with anything that moved, the demons, the visitors, humans. My nose wrinkled.

Eros placed a hand on my thigh and squeezed gently. “Stop overthinking it.” He rubbed small circles on the inside of my bare thigh, and I leaned against him. Well, that was one way to get me to stop thinking.

“You will do it at the annual dinner that the Kingdom of Lust holds,” Lucifer said.

Eros pondered the thought for a moment, then shook his head. “They won’t let me in.”

“They will if you bring Dani,” Lucifer said. I was going to be there while it happened?

“Dani will not be coming.” Eros’s voice was stern.

“Either you bring her or find another woman to take—someone of importance.”

Eros placed his elbows on the table, fiddling with that ring again. “I’m not putting her in harm’s way. It’s bad enough that my parents will be there, but Javier’s father will also be there.”

Lucifer chuckled. “Satan, the King of Wrath.” He shook his head. “I’ll accompany you then. Haven’t seen my old friend in a long time.”

“You’ll come?” Eros asked.

“I’m not going to pass up the chance to watch the true ruler of Lust claim the throne.”

Eros stayed quiet. I watched his eyes darken and become distant—like he was playing out scenarios in his head. When his eyes shifted back to their green color, he sat up. “What do you want for it?”

Lucifer took another sip of his drink. “You always think I’m trying to get something out of our deals.”

“You are, aren’t you?”

He tilted his head, lip curling into a smirk. “I’m sure we can negotiate.”

Eros continued to rub soothing circles on my inner thigh. “Negotiate what?”

Lucifer paused for a moment, gaze lingering on me. “It’s a win-win for all of us,” he said. I furrowed my brows as Eros dug his fingers lightly into my thigh. Lucifer’s smirk widened. “I know you’re opposed to polygamous relationships, but you can share every now and then, can’t you?”

I fidgeted in my seat, core clenching.

I could’ve blamed my excitement on Eros’s mesmerizing scent of cinnamon or the dominant, yet strangely appealing way Lucifer held himself. But neither of them were the reasons for the innate need I had to sin at that moment. It was me. No matter how wrong it was, no matter how much I told Eros that it would only be us—if that’s what he wanted—I couldn’t deny that I was turned on by the mere thought of being with both of them tonight.

Lucifer chuckled. “I think Dani likes the idea.” He turned toward Eros, but kept his gaze trained on mine. “You want to please your woman, don’t you?”

From the corner of my eye, I saw Eros glance between us—just feeling the tension. I squeezed Eros’s hand and looked at him. The thought of both of them in bed with me was driving me crazy, but Eros was enough.

“Eros already pleases me,” I said. More than anyone ever had.

Eros picked up his Passion Delight and took a long sip of it, eyes becoming hazy. I tried suppressing my arousal, so he couldn’t sense it, but it was no use. Just thinking about it made me wet.

“Dani,” he said. “What would you like?”

“I-I want to do what you want,” I said, gazing into his dark eyes and smelling the intoxicating aroma of cinnamon and apples.

“She’s already turned on by the mere idea,” Lucifer said. “You are too.”

Eros grazed a finger against my cheek, and I looked at him. “What do you want?” His fingers lightly brushed against the inside of my thigh again. “Tell me, Dani.”

I glanced between the two men, and I could already feel the warmth pool between my legs. There was no point in denying it. “Okay,” I whispered.

“That didn’t answer my question,” he said, voice low. Lucifer smirked at us from across the table, ice eyes captivating me.

Was he really going to make me say it in front of Lucifer? This was so damn embarrassing. I shifted in my seat and pointed to the corner of the room. “Can I tell you over there?”

“You’ll tell him here,” Lucifer said.

Eros moved his hand further up my leg—getting dangerously close to the hem of my skirt—and brushed his nose against my ear. He grabbed a fistful of my hair in his hand and tugged it back, trailing his lips up the column of my neck. “What do you want, Dani?”

I squeezed my legs together, but he pushed them apart, fingers rubbing the outside of my panties. My brows knitted together, and I looked at Lucifer who was staring at us.

“Both of you,” I said.

As if on cue, Lucifer stood and slid into the booth next to me. “Are you sure this is okay?” I asked, but Eros’s lips were already on my neck. Lucifer placed his hand on my thigh and leaned closer to me. He brushed a finger against my chin and moved my lips to his.

He mumbled something, but I honestly couldn’t comprehend what was going on. My mind was buzzing with excitement.

Eros continued to rub his fingers against my panties. “Relax, Dani. Enjoy this.”

Lucifer pressed his lips against mine, so needy like he’d been waiting a lifetime to kiss me while Eros plunged his fingers inside of my pussy. I clenched around him. I couldn’t wait for them to be inside of me.

I placed my hands on their thighs, slowly trailing up. They were both hard.

“Get a Lust Room!” the annoying male waiter yelled from behind the bar.

Eros pulled away from my neck, eyes dancing with darkness. “We’re in a sex bar for Hell’s sake. Fuck off.” He scooted out of the seat, picked me up, and walked toward the bar with Lucifer.

The waiter dangled a pair of maroon keys from his finger, smirking. Lucifer snatched them and led us into a back hallway. Doors were open and demons were walking from room to room. Fucking on top of beds, on floors, against doorframes. My eyes widened. Some rooms were occupied by only a few demons while others must’ve had ten or more in them.

Lucifer held open a door at the end of the hallway. Eros let me down inside of it, and I walked around—gazing wide-eyed at everything. There was a large oak bed in the center of the room, a velvet armchair in the corner, and a dresser to the right of it. Tattered ropes and chains and all sorts of toys hung from hooks on a wall.

“Do they clean these places?” I asked, drawing my finger across the comforter.

Eros rummaged through the dresser and pulled out a bottle of lube, and I wondered just what I was getting myself into that we needed that.

Lucifer grabbed my waist from behind. “Yes,” he murmured against my ear. He gently pushed my chest down onto the bed, pressed his hardness against my ass, and looked over at Eros. “Eros is going to watch as I fuck his woman, aren’t you, Eros?”

Eros stalked over to us, eyes black. Instead of crawling onto the bed with me, he sat down on the armchair, kicked one of his ankles onto his knee, and started to untie his shoe. So damn slowly. It was like he wanted to watch.

Lucifer pulled my underwear down slowly, his fingers grazing against my thighs, then leaned over me and grasped a handful of my breast through my bra. “Fuck,” he groaned. The corner of Eros’s lip curled as Lucifer kicked off his pants and pressed his hardness against my ass.

Oh, dear Lord, forgive me for my sins.

Eros leaned back against the chair, stroking his cock through his pants. I pushed my ass against Lucifer, wanting him inside me. He rubbed his cock against my wetness, and I clenched.