Page 23 of Princess of Hell

“He can’t. Dad erased her from his memory as well. That’s what hurts the most. I have nothing, no picture, no name, no memories. For all I know, she probably left me.”

“I don’t think so. I’m sure your Mom adored you. If she had to leave, and if she’s still alive, I know she misses you every day. Mothers love their children. My mom gave her life to protect us. I’m sure your Mother had her reasons.”

I bit my lip. Poor Jacks.

“Jacks?” Tears stung the inside of my eyes. I don’t cry. I’m Silver, the Princess of Hell and Lucifer’s daughter. I don’t fucking cry!

“Yes, Silver?”

“What if I find her and she doesn’t have a reason for leaving me? What if she just wanted to be away from Dad and I. I mean, you don’t know him, but he can be scary sometimes.”

Jacks looked at me, his expression calm and serene. I felt his gaze inside my very soul. “I don’t know your Father, but how bad can he be? He did a marvelous job at raising a wonderful daughter.”

Tears filled my eyes, burning and stinging. This feeling that clenched my throat made it hard to breathe.

“I’m sleepy. Good night.”

I hit the end call button. It was painful to push Jacks away. Playing around naked was one thing but talking about what troubled me was an entirely different matter. As I turned off the lights, I pulled the blanket over my naked body. Instead of thinking of my mission, my Mother, and everything else, I imagined Jacks holding me. How would it feel?

My mind refused to shut down—another demon thing. I jumped up from the bed, needing something, and I knew what I needed, but what I wanted I couldn’t have. Instead, I opted for the second-best thing I could imagine. I stood up from my warm fluffy bed and turned the light on. Opening my closet, I pulled out a pair of pants, a top, a jacket and gloves. My arms were bare. I was looking for trouble.

Leaving the hotel on foot, the doorman asked me if I needed a car. This hotel is excellent, the nicest five stars my money could buy. For a second, I considered asking for my blood-red Mercedes in the underground garage but voted against it. I didn’t want to go out with anything that connected me to the hotel.

Walking down the boulevard, I allowed myself to get lost on the streets of Miami. It was so alive, even after midnight. People drove by in shining, expensive cars, and music drowned out the silence. Ever since I stepped foot in Miami, I understood why Lestat loved this place. Day and night, it felt hot and throbbing.

My Hades boots clicked on the pavement. I’m so glad I discovered that brand because they are perfect for me. I was sold when I first saw those tall boots made of shiny black pattern leather and that heel--so hot--that looked like the vertebrae of a spine. Not even the price put me off. I emptied that store and got myself four pairs of long boots, shoes, and ankle boots, everything that made my heart feel better. They specially matched a Princess of Hell, making me feel intimidating.

My waist-length silver hair shone brightly under the changing lights of the businesses I walked by. I passed by a club where a long line formed in front of the entrance. The place was so vibrant, filled with loud music and young people. I could sense the energy, even some demonic ones.

I need a way to communicate with Uncle Chris, and for that, I need blood. Demon blood. And not willingly given either. Listening to his voice will help me calm the fuck down. There was a reason why I never wanted to think of sex or intimacy, craving something that wasn’t for me and that I could never have, at least not with men I’d chose, only with my father’s demon guy. The line stretched toward the corner of the building. I never understood why people wait like good little lemmings. Straitening my back, I stepped toward the entrance. The bouncer was male, tall and large, and reminded me of a Hafor Demon. I didn’t do a thing. I didn’t even smile. I merely looked at him, letting him know I expected him to open the door for me and step aside.

“Are you on the list?” he asked, his voice thick and laced with a southern accent.

“No.”

“The line is there.”

“So what? Please open the door.”

He stepped to the side, opening the red cord for me. I didn’t use a demonic ability. I’m hot in both realms.

As much as I wanted to lose myself in the sea of dancing bodies, I scanned the room. So many pheromones invaded my nose it was hard not to gag. Being in the middle of a crowd of warm-blooded creatures is overwhelming for me. It makes my throat clench. It’s not as if I feed on it, but I feel human emotions in a heightened way. They overwhelm me. It’s as if something is hitting me in the face.

I should have stayed at the hotel. There was no hot trace anymore. The only one I had was leading me to Lilith and New Orleans. Me and the guys, we would leave first thing in the morning.

A pair of dark, black eyes flashed at me. Anger and desire bloomed inside my belly.

An Incubus. I could feel it. I was used to sensing them, but this one had such a strong pull on me. Incubi have the strongest pull on the sexually frustrated or people who love to fuck. I wasn’t sure which category I was in.

I didn’t know this Demon. He walked with a young woman toward the back of the club. He must have kissed her. Otherwise, she would be more aware.

Was I becoming a peeping Tom? I had no idea, but the thought of watching two people fuck got me hot. My clit throbbed so hard it hurt. I needed something. I walked behind them, making sure the Incubus didn’t see me. They walked to the back door. I was about to follow when sexual noises came from outside. The woman moaned with delight. All the ladies at court said that Incubus are wonderful lovers who can do incredible things with their talented tongue.

Was I brave enough to push open the door? I pushed it open slowly, making sure to slip through the opening quietly.

A tall recycling dumpster hid the Incubus and his lady. He had his lips on her neck and one hand under her skirt. I could taste her arousal. She moaned and moved, pushing against him as he finger fucked her.

The exchange between an Incubus and his victim is simple. He offers sexual pleasure beyond belief, and his partner gives him energy. She’ll feel tired, but not more than if she would fuck a mortal. The issue with Incubus sex is that it’s so damn addictive.

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