Page 5 of The Devil's Dilemma

“What if I fail?” I finally voiced my fear.

“You’ve never let us down yet, Austin. You won’t this time.”

Hopefully, his faith wasn’t misplaced.

Chapter two

Dante

“Are these real horns?”The guy in my bed giggled and stroked them. I shuddered. Yes, they were real fucking horns, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.

I sighed. “No, they’re implants. A gimmick. I’m supposed to be the devil, remember?”

“Oh, yeah.” He bit his lip seductively, his eyes wide. “You were definitely a devil in the sheets last night.”

And he’d been a fucking saint, despite whispering in my ear all the dirty things he was going to do to me. I’d received a sloppy, half-hearted blow job, and he’d moaned too fucking loud as I’d rammed into him from behind.

It was a wonder I’d got off, but the moment I’d placed my hand around his neck and squeezed, his moaning had stopped as he’d gasped for breath.

Tempted as I was to choke the life out of him, I’d relented, and the moment I’d come, I’d let him go, not bothering to see if he’dfinished, but when I’d returned from the bathroom, he lay on his back, his dick limp, a dreamy smile on his face.

Guessed he’d liked the choking after all.

But why the fuck was he still here? I never allowed anyone to stay the night. I must have crashed before kicking him out.

I had things to do today, and I didn’t need him fawning over me, stroking my horns.

“You should go.” I hopped out of bed and grabbed a pair of silk lounge trousers from the wardrobe.

“Aw, can’t we go again?” I turned to him, trying hard not to let my anger show.

“You. Should. Go.” His face paled.

Sometimes, the devil in me slipped out at the most inopportune moment, and this was one of them. I wasn’t trying to scare him, but as he scrambled from the bed and ran from the room, half-dressed, I knew I’d failed.

It didn’t matter. One of the boys would catch hold of him before he left and sort it out. Either wipe his memory or some shit. Either way, he’d forget the night he’d spent here.

I’d forgotten it already.

I hated mornings, rarely rising before midday, but today it was barely ten. No wonder I felt restless. The sex had been disappointing, and I’d only managed five hours of sleep. Hopefully, the day improved.

I brewed some coffee and looked out over the Liverpool skyline from my apartment above the casino. Another wet and dreary day. It was times like this I missed the heat of hell. I could go back, I supposed, but it was no fun there anymore.

All that weeping and wailing and there was nothing to do there.

At least here I could play with the humans. Everyone needed a hobby.

Except boredom was setting in. I had everything I wanted. Expensive cars, jewellery, designer clothes, top-class prostitutes. There was nothing I wanted for.

So why did I feel this way?

The casino was doing well, making me more money than I knew what to do with. Perhaps it was time, time to move on, time to make some changes.

It was worth thinking about.

A knock on the apartment door brought me out of my head.

“Come in.”

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