Page 60 of Beyond the Temptation: Vol 2

Soraya didn’t bother saying anything. Either he was here to drag her back to hell, or he was just fucking with her. Neither of those options meant she had to be nice to him.

“Do you know who I am?”

“Unfortunately.”

Soraya raised an eyebrow, wondering if he was going to explain himself or if he was just going to stand there, leaning against the wall like some kind of sex god in just his black jeans and black T-shirt like the cold didn’t bother him at all.

The prince didn’t say anything more, and she decided she was done with this. She hadn’t broken any of the rules. There was no reason for her to accommodate him.

Pushing off the wall, she headed to the street, hating the fact that she had to give him her back to do it, but she wasn’t going to stand there and play the staring game with a fucking prince of hell.

This wasn’t his domain. The earthly realm was not his jurisdiction and New York City belonged to no one.

So why was this asshole here? How did he know where she was? Who’d figured out what she was?

Who the fuck had tattled?

She’d been so careful too.

Asmodeus appeared in front of her, teleporting through time and space effortlessly – not a single noise to indicate his sudden presence. It was so flawless she actually bumped into him, stumbling back when she bounced off his ridiculously large chest. He didn’t try to catch her or stop her from falling either.

Soraya didn’t need his fucking help anyway.

“Aren’t you going to ask why I’m here?” The fallen angel walked toward her, and she backed up to keep some distance between them. “You’re not the least bit curious?”

What did he want from her?

She hated how tall he was – how big. His shoulders blocked the rest of the city from view, and she felt her stomach drop in fear and anticipation.

Lust.

Her back hit the brick wall and she gritted her teeth when she remembered this was a dead end.

She was trapped.

Only the sound of the thumping bass reached her ears. The city noises faded away and all she could see was the devil before her, staring down at her with such an intense look that she couldn’t even guess what he might do or say next.

It was rare for her to be unable to read someone, even a demon or an angel, but this prince…

He was void of emotion.

“I haven’t done anything wrong,” she finally said, flinching when he planted his hands on either side of her. “Is this really necessary?”

“I’m not here as the Keeper of Contracts.” The fallen angel leaned down, getting into her space. “I’m here as the Prince of Demons.”

Shit.

“I haven’t done anything wrong,” she repeated, turning her face to the side so he couldn’t accidentally brush his lips against hers.

That only made things worse though. This asshole breathed her in like he was committing her scent to memory, so he’d never forget it…

Which was the last fucking thing she wanted.

“You haven’t done anything wrong,” Asmodeus agreed, pushing off the wall to give her some space.

Soraya let herself breathe for the first time in minutes, hating herself for how shaky she was even when all that was left of his scent was a tiny trace lingering on the air. Those golden eyes narrowed, and she tried to ignore how cold it felt when he crossed his arms over his chest.

“You were summoned, and you made a deal with a mortal. That mortal failed to uphold their end of the bargain and you absorbed an equal amount of power instead of taking his soul. You stayed here instead of going back to hell since you were never banished, but don’t you think it’s been long enough, Soraya?”

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