Page 95 of The Devil's Dilemma

We couldn’t bear to be apart, which was strange considering we’d only known each other for a matter of months.

Neither of us was in any doubt that this was right.

As we walked back to the casino, I shivered against the cold, but I was infinitely happier than I’d ever been.

“What’s it like in hell?” I asked as we neared the sliding doors.

“You’ll never find out. It’s not the place for you.” Dante slung his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close.

I nestled into him, fitting snugly under his arm as if I were meant to be there. According to the prophecy, I was.

“Is it as hot as they say? It’s bloody freezing today. I can’t wait to get back to the apartment. There’s a big mug of hot chocolate with my name on it.”

“You know there are better ways of staying warm, and I can definitely recommend them.” Dante placed a kiss on my temple. It was all the encouragement I needed. I sped up, dragging him by the hand to the lift.

The doors had barely closed before I pounced on him. Wrapping my arms and legs around him. I ground my aching cock against him, the urgency of my kiss letting him know exactly what I wanted.

He gripped my arse and plundered my open mouth with his tongue, tangling with mine.

I ran my hands through his hair, messing up the perfect style. I loved seeing him dishevelled, watching him fall apart as we made love.

His horns were growing. I’d noticed they did that when Dante was annoyed or full of lust. His thick cock swelling against me told me what his mood was now.

God, I couldn’t get enough of him.

Our breaths sounded loud in the confines of the metal lift, which shook as he slammed me against the fragile wall.

“I’m gonna fuck you right here.” He fumbled with my coat, trying to get to the zip on my trousers.

“Yes, I want that. Please, Dante.” I moaned against his neck as he delved into my underwear and gripped my erection in his hand.

I thrust upwards, the swollen head between us, rubbing against the fabric of his coat.

The doors opened with a swish, and a loud cough broke through our lust-induced daze. An embarrassed Conrad stood in the hallway.

He’d seen us in worse positions. Dante lowered me gently, turning me so my back was to his second in command. I tucked myself away, then stepped out of the lift.

“You have visitors.”

Finally decent, we walked into the apartment, where a tall, dark stranger stood by the window, a smaller man by his side.

“Mal, good to see you.” Dante rushed to him, hand outstretched.

Ah, so this was the infamous Mal I’d heard so much about, and I assumed the other man was his mate, Jason.

“We were in the area, thought we’d stop by and say hello.” He shook Dante’s hand firmly.

“You mean you wanted to see what all the fuss had been about? This is Austin.” Dante looked at me fondly, took my hand, and kissed it.

“I wouldn’t have believed it if you hadn’t told me. I didn’t think any half angels existed anymore.”

“Well, here I am in the flesh.”

“I’m surprised you’re both still clothed.” Mal laughed, a rich sound, and Jason squirmed at his side.

“They weren’t a few minutes ago,” Conrad said. I’d almost forgotten he was there.

“It’s new. You’ll be fucking like rabbits for a good while yet. I know with Jason and me—”

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