Page 5 of Devil Bound
“You said not to tell you, but I want him.”
She peered past me at Nelly’s rear lights.“In that case, he’s going the wrong way.Where did you mess up?”
Since Nelly was out of sight, I spun.“I didn’t.He came back here just to see me.He’ll be back to ask me to fuck him before long.”
The angel casually took another slice from the box and bit into it, saying, “Looks like he gave you money though.Did he give you that for looking all sexy?”
“What?No, of course not.”Although…had he?Come to think of the money, there had been no reason for him to rush here and present me with cash.He couldn’t have eaten yet, not unless he’d gulped down his food on the drive here.
There really was no hurry to settle what he owed me unless he wanted to use that as a way to get closer to me, but given that he’d driven off without so much as considering fellatio…
Trony snorted.“You are so not used to a human saying no to you.”
“Well, why would they?”
“Your taste in food.This pizza is really bad.”
I groaned.“Fine.The pizza won’t happen again.Want to share the rest of it in the outdoor Jacuzzi?I just have to get a few books.I have some research to do.”
Trony glared at me as if she’d swallowed lemons.“Are you going to read your smutty books again while I’m there?Out loud, like last time?”
I shrugged.“Only if I want your opinion, Trony.”
She threw the greasy crust at me.It bounced off my chest—my very appealing chest, I had no idea what Nelly’s problem was and why he hadn’t taken his time to look—then handed me the food.
“Fine, but only because I care.I got a new bikini, and I’m changing into that.And if you read me anything weird like the last time—”
“Shifted sex isn’tthatweird.”
“If you read me anything that weird, I’m leaving you alone in that big Jacuzzi with subpar Italian food and no sex throne to get off on.”
It was easy to forget, but Trony was an angel, after all, and she could be really, really mean sometimes.
3
Lucifer
Less than four years ago.
Tronywasmostlydonecommanding the host of builders and craftspeople, and everything was all new and shiny.I sat in front of the new TV in the front of the house, right next to the kitchen and close to the door.The latest in today’s set of romance movies had just started.
So far, there was a city person who had inherited her cool aunt’s house, and everything was pointing to the cool aunt having been a badass witch, broom and all.The city person had just found herself with a burst pipe in the bathroom—while taking a shower, no less—but her neighbor, the all-around handyman and possibly werewolf, was coming to the rescue, and he was bringing his wrench.The witch heir, when she knocked on his door, had been wearing nothing but a towel.
I sighed and looked in the direction of our front door.Nelly hadn’t come back to ask me if I would please, please sleep with him.His pizza money was in my pocket, and his golden eyes were so much nicer than the actress’s.
I grabbed one of the new cushions and hugged it to my chest, then let my head loll back on the couch.
Voices and footsteps approached from the gallery.
“I want class, but I also want sex,” Trony said.“A beautiful devil feeding an innocent twink pomegranate seeds, for example.And you can be explicit.Cock, tits, all the good bits.”
“That’ll take me a while.You want big canvases.”
Trony stopped behind my couch, the painter at her heels, sketchbook in hand.His eyes brightened when he saw me.
“Big is good.”Trony focused on me.Her look was scathing.“Lucy, you smell.”
“Huh?No, I showered.I remember showering.”
