Page 62 of Beyond the Temptation: Vol 2

It was ironic that such an unfeeling asshole was the one to represent the sin of lust and not one of his brothers. She doubted he’d ever experienced such a mortal feeling in his life.

“I have a name,” she reminded him as she lifted her chin defiantly. “And I’m not interested in making a deal with you.”

“Oh?” That smirk widened into something dangerous – something that made her entire body shiver and her stomach clench. “But you haven’t even heard the terms.”

Soraya tilted her head and considered him – his massive height and the sheer size of him…

There were quite a few lilim who swore he was bigger than Lucifer and honestly, she believed it.

“Fine, present your deal.” Did he know he could make a deal with her instead of the other way around? Did he suspect? “I’ll listen, but that’s all I’m agreeing to.”

Soraya reached in her pocket then and pulled out a hair tie.

His eyes shifted to her hands, watching the way she tied her long, red hair up and out of her face. The bun was sloppy, but it was better than a ponytail. She had a bad feeling she would need to make sure he couldn’t get a hold of her hair.

Especially if she was going to make a run for it.

“If you beat me, you can stay.” Asmodeus spread his hands wide as if she wasn’t aware of who she was going up against. “If you lose, you have to come home with me. As my pet.”

That smirk on his face was infuriating.

Soraya raised an eyebrow, wondering if Lilith would even allow that. “For how long?”

This deal was way too fucking vague for him not to work in a thousand loopholes to fuck her over, but some of those loopholes would work in her favor. Either way, she needed to know how long.

Would he let her stay for a single day, or a single year? If she lost, how long would she be forced to act as his little pet doing only Lucifer knew what?

“If you win, you can stay here as long as you want as long as you’re not breaking your contracts,” Asmodeus clarified, slipping his hands back into his pockets, bringing her attention to just how fucking tight those jeans were on him.

Asmodeus had a few tattoos on his arm, a few rings on his fingers, and even a leather bracelet that looked like something he might have made himself. Other than that, he wore a single hoop earring.

No sight of his wings, or his secondary form.

Goodness, his thighs were thick. Even more so than his arms, and that was saying something.

Soraya took in his muscles, the boots he was wearing and the way his black T-shirt was form-fitting enough to show off each and every ridge of his abs and obliques. His black jeans were so tight she could see the outline of his dick and she didn’t bother hiding the fact that she was looking.

There was nothing about this man that wasn’t a weapon.

Even if he didn’t carry a single one…he was the weapon, and they all knew it. No one else could bring every single one of Lucifer’s demons to heel quite like this prince.

She met his gaze once more, staring into the golden eyes that were identical to her great-grandmother’s.

Asmodeus didn’t say anything about her inspection of him, but his eyes glimmered slightly, almost like he was amused.

“What happens if I lose?”

His grin terrified her. “You will be my pet until I say otherwise. If you can’t handle that, your soul is mine.”

Her power.

Soraya narrowed her eyes and considered everything she had in her arsenal, everything he wouldn’t know about – all the little tricks she’d picked up over the years. He would know about every single thing she’d learned in hell, but he wouldn’t have any idea what she’d learned here on earth.

What she’d learned in other realms.

Looking up at the moon again, she considered the deal.

It really wasn’t that bad despite such vague parameters.

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