“I should let every incubus have a turn with this perfect little body,” he said. “I bet you love being filled, don’t you?”

I gulped.

He snatched my chin again. “Don’t you?” His voice was harsh.

“Yes,” I whispered. “I love it.”

He chuckled and stuck his fingers into my mouth. And I, shamefully, wrapped my lips around them.

Forgive me, Eros.

Javier chuckled against my ear. “What a good fucking whore you are. I think I’ll keep you to myself for tonight. But tomorrow you’ll get passed around until every incubus and succubus gets their share of you.” He pulled me off of the stool. “Come with me.”

I dug my heels into the ground. Oh, no. This was not part of the plan. I was to stay here and distract him. Not go with him to God-only knows where inside this castle and have him do things to me that I didn’t want to think about.

When I didn’t move, he clenched his jaw. “Come with me,” he said, his eyes turning a deeper red, and his peppery aroma almost becoming overwhelming. So wrathful. So damn terrifying.

Lucifer was leaning back in his chair and staring at me with an empty glass in his hand. This was not what Eros would have wanted.

Javier followed my gaze and frowned. Despite my best efforts to stay at the bar, he dragged me in Lucifer’s direction. “Lucifer, I’m taking your whore for the night. Hope you don’t mind. I’m sure Eros doesn’t.”

As if I were nothing to him, Lucifer stood and swung his suit jacket over his shoulder. “Have fun with her.”

My eyes widened. This wasn’t right. Javier was about to take me to a Lust Room, and Lucifer—Eros’s greatest friend in Hell—was just going to let him. He said that I had to do anything to distract Javier. But sex with Eros’s brother? Eros would never agree to something like that.

I surveyed the room. Guards of Lust and of Wrath were posted at each door. Eros’s parents were watching my every move from the dinner table. I couldn’t run, and, even if I could have, I wouldn’t be able to fight off Javier. He was too strong for me.

He pulled me along, heading directly for the Lust Rooms. At this point, I just wanted to make it out of here alive. I didn’t want to die in the hands of a demon, especially Javier.

So, I followed him in absolute terror. When we passed Lucifer, Lucifer’s fingers brushed against mine, and he pushed something into my hand. I furrowed my brows, balled my hand into a fist, and continued walking.

Whatever it was, I could feel its immense power pumping through me. Energy transferring from it to me. It was small and cool and felt exactly like Eros’s ring.

But why did Lucifer have it? What was I supposed to do with this? I didn’t have pockets, nor did I have time to stuff it somewhere secure. So, before Javier could notice, I slid the ring on.

The ring clamped down onto my finger, squeezing so tightly I thought that it would turn purple, then the metal itself burrowed into my skin until only the thin outer band and the newly added pendant, shaped like a v, was visible.

Javier placed his palm on the back of my neck and led me down a hallway. It looked nearly identical to the hallway at The Lounge, except the doors were far bigger and were spaced out much more. When we approached the end of the hallway, Javier pulled a key out of his pocket.

I had to think of some way to get out of this mess. Maybe I could flirt with him for a long time, play hard to get, hopefully buy myself some more time.

Javier pushed his key into the knob. “All of my mother’s children have a Lust Room, specifically for their use.” He nodded to a room a few doors down and diagonal from his. “This is the first time I’ve seen Eros’s door closed in years.”

The door was closed, and I tried not to imagine who or what was behind it. Thinking about Eros wouldn’t help me now.

Javier pushed his door open and nodded into his room. I gazed back one last time toward Eros’s door and gulped. Sorry for this, Eros.

His door suddenly swung open, and Eros stormed out of it and down the hallway in the opposite direction from us, shirtless. I wanted to call out for him to come and get me, but when I noticed the scratch marks on his back and the red bruises on his neck, I could barely move, let alone open my mouth to say anything. At that moment, my whole heart shattered.

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CHAPTER 43

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Dani

This couldn’t be real. This wasn’t the Eros that I knew. He wouldn’t cheat on me, and if he had to do it, he would’ve told me because he knew how much I hurt after Trevon. Eros loved me and cared about me and yet there he was walking down the hall with proof on his body that he really had sex with those two succubi.

My chin quivered, and I stormed into Javier’s room.

Fuck him. What was this all for now? To make Eros king and throw me to the side like I was nothing to him? Even if there was a sliver of a chance that he would have to do this to seize the throne, I would’ve liked a warning. Something. Anything.

The door shut behind me. “You’re not jealous, are you?” Javier asked.

I pushed back my tears. “No,” I said quietly, staring at the chains hanging from the ceiling next to the king-sized oak bed. “I’m not jealous.” There was a mirror on one side of the room, and I could just imagine Javier getting off watching himself torture women and men in here.

I felt betrayed. Hurt. Furious. Wrathful.

He loosened his tie and began to unbutton his shirt. “I guess you were only a pet to him. Just someone he could use to get off.” He let his shirt hang loosely off his shoulders.

The sensible part of me knew that Javier was trying to rile me up, and it was working.

“Take off your dress,” he said.

So many foreign emotions were rushing through me. Anger. Jealousy. Disgust. I’d never felt this demonic before. But one emotion flowed through my veins, so intensely, that it felt natural.

Lust.

“Take off your dress,” Javier said again firmly.

Would this make me feel better in the weeks to come? No. Would it make me feel better now? I’d have to see.

I reached behind me and unzipped my satin dress, letting it fall to the ground. His gaze traveled down my body, lingering on the lacey lingerie set I put on earlier. At the time, I thought that Eros would be the one to take it off of me when we got home from Hell. Now, it would be Javier.

He stalked toward me, eyes a mahogany red, and unbuckled his belt. When he drew his fingers around my waist, I closed my eyes. It felt so wrong.

Without speaking another word, he spun me around, pushed me onto the bed, and pressed his hardness against my backside. I felt disgusted. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and thrusted his fingers into my panties, rubbing me roughly. “One minute you’re sitting in my brother’s lap, the next you’re wet for me.”

Pressure built in my core, and I closed my eyes. There was no going back from this, no trying to repent for my sins. I was in Hell, and I was going to stay here, whether it was my choice or not.

Javier left sloppy, rough kisses down my neck, then my shoulders, then my back. He pushed his hips further into mine until he was pushing against my entrance, and I clenched.

A feeling of disgust washed through me, and I tried to ignore it.

“What do you want, Dani?” he asked.

Not him. I didn’t want him.

He grasped my jaw, his mouth against my ear. “What do you want?” he asked again, so wrathful.

I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head, another feeling of disgust running through me. No matter how much I wanted to forget Eros and just survive down here, I couldn’t do this.

Javier’s palm collided with my cheek, making my cheek tingle. I clutched it, my head tingling.