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“You know the drill. Grab your things and shut the lights off on your way out.” He nods as he turns, the motion giving me a rather pleasant view of his rear.

Heat flushes in my cheeks as I realize I’m staring. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I am reading too many of these romances and they’re rotting my brain. I shake off the strange feeling, nodding even though he can’t see me. “Yes, of course,” I say sweetly.

Matthew takes his time walking down the corridor, and a part of me is thankful, if only for the prolonged moment to appreciate the view.

CHAPTER3

Endor

I barely lookup from my desk, my mind going a hundred miles a minute as I finally file away the last paper on the last stack. Time moves slowly here, especially when I’m locked indoors with no windows for several hours.

Not like we need windows, mind you. It’s not like it’s ever light out. Hell is eternally night. The lava pools and the ever-glowing ember rocks that pepper the barren desert landscape down here are the only thing we have as a light source. Because of the natural rocky exterior, the glow from the rocks and lava pools hovers, creating an almost golden haze over everything, but it also keeps the heat locked in.

I’d kill to know what a true seventy degrees feels like. Sixty, even.

The fans in the office give little comfort, their breeze more like a dilapidated sigh of breath rather than an actual chilly breeze.

A knock on my door makes me jump, and then I see it’s just Roche. She stands in the doorway, all long legs and arms, her dark black hair pulled up into a ponytail that spills over her thin shoulders. She’s wearing a dress; one with lacy black trim at the edge of leather, and her long, sinuous legs are covered in fishnet stockings that taper down and disappear into sleek, black stilettos. Combined with her rather large tits and pouty lips, the look is actually semi-pleasing. Enough to stir my cock in my slacks, anyway. Not enough to make me want her spread all over my desk like a buffet.

Though I give her plenty of kudos for trying, day after day.

It’s not like I’ve never thought about fucking her. Or anyone, for that matter. Sex isn’t a big deal down here in Hell like it is on the surface. Problem is, I don’t like what’s readily available to me. Fucking demons doesn’t…doanything for me.

It feels physically good, sure.

At the time.

But how can I truly enjoy it if there’s no challenge?

I know if I said the word, Roche would be on her knees ready to suck me off, right here. The thought should thrill me, but it doesn’t.

Instead, it just irritates me.

“Long day at the office?” she asks with a twist of her lips, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

I fight the impulse to look. I can smell her arousal from here, so I know her nipples will be stiff as peaks, visible even through the leather.

She bats her long, thick eyelashes at me.

“Did you come to clean up this mess?” I raise an eyebrow at her as I lean my arms on the desk, crossing them in front of me. The motion pushes me forward, making my shift in the chair look unnoticeable. Why my dick chooses this moment to wake up, I have no clue.

Maybe Inar is right. Maybe I do need to let out some pent-up aggression. In a healthy manner, of course. Blow off some steam, get myself back to neutral.

Roche pushes off the side of the wall, sauntering over to me slowly. Every step she takes, the sound of her heels on the wooden floor echo in the room.

“Is that what you want? Me to get on my hands and knees with a damn toothbrush and scrub away all the dicks so you don’t have to look at them?” she asks with humor as she comes over and leans against my desk.

My eye twitches as I notice she’s dangerously close to upending the stack of papers I just sorted. Her hip rests at my eye level, and though I don’t want to look, I do. I notice how the lace trim of her dress against her smooth thighs rides up when she shifts, just enough to show the slight curve of her ass, and I get another wafting of her arousal.

Technically, Roche is what they call a Succubus: a demon of lust. Like me, she was born here, raised in this world of hustle and grind, and taught, like most Succubi, that their power is inherent to the pleasure they can elicit from their victims. Desire feeds them the same way desperation feeds the Crossroads Demons. Sex is a Succubus’s default. They can’t help themselves, much in the same way a human can’t help that they need to breathe.

“Roche,” I start as my gaze fixes on the stack beside her. She sets her hand next to it, and I see the papers shift just an inch.

“You get too worked up over things, you know. You can’t control everything.” She leans her head back, the motion pushing her monstrous breasts out in front of her, and I cave.

I look and curse under my breath. I was right. I can see the outline of pert nipples through her leather dress and my cock twitches.

“I admire your tenacity, Endor, really I do,” she says darkly as she opens her legs just a fraction, her scent hitting me all over again.

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