Page 17 of Sin and Salvation

I whimpered. It was pathetic and ridiculous, but my core was aching miserably for release, and…

Wait.Thiswas their fucking punishment. Being worked up, on the very edge of my first real-life mind-blowing orgasm… and then to yank the rug out from under me.

Vicious. They were absolutely depraved and horrible.

“Now you understand,” Crow said. He sucked his wet finger, and my eyes followed the movement hungrily. “Don’t even think about touching yourself tonight.”

Zane’s eyes were intent, but he put the bucket of cash on the desk. “You get forty percent of the split, same as the other girls. They pay out once a week.”

“Except the one from me.” Crow raised an eyebrow, still sucking his finger clean. “That one’s tax free, sugar. And fuck if you’re not as sweet as your nickname.”

My cheeks, both face and ass, were flushed red. My breath came quickly; it was all I could do to not walk out of here cross-legged, or to find the first janitor closet and finish the deed they’d started and left so cruelly undone.

“I can’t believe…” I took a breath, wishing I looked less… freshly fucked. Not only would it be embarrassing to go scurrying upstairs like this, but I couldn’t even claim that to be the case.

Just worked up, with no end to the torment in sight.

“Can’t believe what?” Aeron arched an eyebrow, looking almost insouciant as he leaned on the desk, but his cock was still hard, bulging the front of his jeans.

For the first time in my life, I wanted to be taken on a desk. As long as it was one of these three demons, I would be positively gleeful about it.

Which disturbed me. I needed to examine what it was about them that made me feel this way, when I’d truly believed all sense of sexual pleasure had long since been burned out of me.

“I can’t believe… how good of a point you make,” I finished. I was going to say ‘that you would leave me like this’, but… maybe it was wiser to build a wall between us. “I’ve learned my lesson.”

Whatever this was, it was dangerous. I shouldn’t get involved. They were a means to an end, nothing more.

Aeron laughed. “We don’t believe you for a second, sugar. But if you break the rules again… I’ll be waiting.”

The thought was tempting. Too tempting.

I backed out of the office, clutching my bucket of cash and wondering if I’d asked for salvation from the wrong demons.

ChapterEight

I’d barely made it inside my room and started to close the door when an arm thrust out and stopped it.

A muscled arm with a snake’s sinuous body tattooed around it.

My stomach flip-flopped as Zane’s golden eyes ran over me, burning like embers. “I changed my mind,” he said.

“About… the money?” The flip-flopping became a ball of ice.

The forty percent I’d earned meant more to me than anything. It would buy me passage out of Concordia, sooner rather than later… before Maxime decided he no longer respected the boundaries between his territory and the Black Hearts.

“No.”

I backed up a step as Zane pushed into the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

Panic flared within me as the demon, towering over me, pulled his phone out of his pocket and turned the screen towards me. “Interesting career change,” he said softly.

On the screen, he’d pulled up a photo and zoomed in. I recognized the setting: it was during one of Maxime's galas, which the upper crust of Concordia society attended in the hopes of kissing his ass.

But he’d zoomed in on a small figure wearing a white sheath dress in the background, her sleek pink hair standing out amongst the heads dyed in fashionable colors like brown and blonde.

I swallowed, and in the silence between us, we both heard the dry click in my throat.

“From lurking around the likes of Maxime Giraud, to stripping in Club Onyx.” This time, when Zane looked back at my face, there was an iciness beneath the warm gold of his eyes. “You understand why this might be a conflict of interest.”

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