Page 219 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

He took a step closer.

His breath smelled like spice and demon brew as he said, “I never said you couldn’t call me Daddy.”

My jaw dropped.

Something told me I wasn’t the only drunk one.

Music pulsed. Bodies danced around us.

The two men kneeling at my feet kept trailing their hands across my butt, and Luka glanced down at them, then back at my face.

His expression hardened as he said, “Corvus, your captain’s services are needed to handle Aran.”

I scoffed.

He hadn’t yelled, so there was no way Malum would hear him over the loud music.

Luka crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the wall with a smirk like he knew something I didn’t. “You forget I’ve been training at this academy for years. I know how things work around here.”

Long seconds stretched as the men kept kissing my stomach, and I tried to decipher his cryptic words.

I realized what he’d done.

My stomach sank.

“Why would you do that?” I smacked at him with my two empty bottles.

He ripped them out of my hands and narrowed his eyes as he looked into them and confirmed they were empty.

I scoffed. “Get your own.” Poking him in the chest again, I went to do something, but my brain went fuzzy. “What were we talking about again?”

His lips formed a thin line.

“Are all humans way better looking than other species?” I asked him as I gestured to the facially challenged men at my feet. “Because you would win a beauty pageant hands down, and they would lose.”

I mouthed, “Last place.” So Luka knew what I was saying.

He rubbed at his forehead like he had a migraine.

“Pageants aren’t for everyone,” I said seriously as I narrowed my eyes at him. “It’s a hard lifestyle.”

His right eye twitched.

A cruel voice sneered, “You called for Corvus?”

The crowd of dancers parted, and three towering devil kings invaded the corner where I was trying to make destructive life decisions in peace.

“Who are you?” I asked as I pretended to not know Scorpius.

I chuckled at my joke.

Why was I actually hilarious?

Scorpius gnashed his teeth, and the muscle in his jaw jumped.

Annoying him was too easy.

Fingers gripped my ass, and I jolted at the contact. For a second, I’d forgotten about the two men kneeling and touching me intimately. Awkward.

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