Page 10 of Sleeping Redemption
“Don’t give me that smug fuckin’ look!” She jabbed a finger at him. “You knew exactly what you were doing! I told you I didn’t want your damn cum in me!” She bent over again, this time standing to violently throw one of his boots at him.
The trickster appeared calm, easily dodging the footwear. After she had tugged on all her clothes except for her shirt, heapproached her. Trying to place his hands on her shoulders was a failed effort as she evaded his touch.
Stupid move, kid. A swift backhand would have been more effective.
“Love, it was an honest misunderstanding.” Given the sparkling in his eyes, he wasn’t even trying to hide the lie. “It will wear off in time, unless I add to it, of course.” He smirked at my dark little bird, and it made me want to drive a sword straight through his throat.
She snatched up a wrench off the floor and swung it at him. His hand caught her wrist in midair. Plucking the weapon from her hand and examining it, his mouth dragged over its handle.
“Mm, you left quite a delicious mess on this.” His tongue gave a final lick to the end of the tool.
The action only drew more aggravation from my girl as she tossed her hands up. “Get the fuck OUT!” she screamed at him.
The first intelligent thing he had done this entire time was to rest the wrench on the workbench and gather the remainder of his clothes, not forgetting that ridiculous cane of his.
“Don’t miss me too much. Until you need me next, Kinley.” He puckered his lips at her in a kissing motion before his presence dissipated in the blink of an eye.
Thank all things unholy he finally left her alone; she would be so much better off without his perverted games.
Kinley’s shoulders sank as she let go of the tension in them once she was alone inside the garage. She tipped her head back, looking up at the ceiling like it could give her a glimpse into the heavens. It was an odd sight to see from her, knowing no one up above has given a rat’s ass about her in a very long time.
My fingertip trailed down the glass in front of me, following the curve of her bare body. Watching her stand still for a minute or two nearly gave me the courage to rush in there to wrap my arms around her. That was until I recalled that I was stuck inthis busted can of biscuits and a poor excuse for a vessel. It was unfortunate, but I would have to bide my time. Just a little longer.
I can make everything better for you. I will make everything as it should be, dark angel.
With her arms full of her belongings, she finally made her way inside the house. She could have her space for a little longer while I finalized my plans to lure her into my embrace for the length of eternity.
Chapter Six
He may as well have ejaculated a tracker in my uterus; he probably even had an app on his phone for Pinpoint This Pussy. That was what I got for fucking around with business associates. I sighed, still pissed that Rook had succeeded in making me fall victim to his goddamn antics. All of that only solidified my thought that ever since my meeting with Alex, everything just felt…off.
After a shower to rinse away the oil residue and leftover feeling of demon jizz on me, I tugged on a pair of boy shorts and a bralette—no sense in not being comfortable in my own home despite the human company I kept.
The small but trusted mortal staff I kept on hand to deal with myindiscretionsand menial tasks of housekeeping had gotten used to me ignoring they existed until they fucked up. They all may have been under my persuasive charms, but it didn’t prevent them from being idiotic at times.
My house was considerably larger than I needed for just myself, but SIN’s business was doing well, so why not flaunt it? I liked a good shopping spree as much as the next girl, and beingin existence since damn near forever meant I had accumulated a lot of crap.
In the corner of my farmhouse chic living room, I curled up in a cushioned papasan chair with my large glass of Chambourcin in my hand. The television was on, but I couldn’t have told you what was reflected on the screen besides some trashy reality show. There was only one thing missing right now, and that was my favorite dark chocolate truffles. They always put me in a good mood. However, a trip over to Belgium wasn’t in the cards for today.
The wine began to relax my body, trying to coax me back into my carefree state. There were still a few hours before Alex would pick me up, and I would return to my mission to extract his secrets from him. Perhaps I would test out my theory on human pain tolerance when pitted against one of those cheese graters they use in Italian restaurants. A tiny giggle erupted from my throat at which body part I’d start with first. Penile alfredo actually sounded pretty tasty.
My cell phone was tucked next to me in the plump navy cushion of the chair, and when it gave a small chirp, I dug down to retrieve it. Seeing the name on the notification screen prompted a truly happy smile from me, a feeling that was much needed.
Friends in my line of work were few and far between. Being Lucifer’s next in command either made people cower in your presence or kiss the ground you walked on. Neither of those things lent itself to making actual friends. Zorah was the exception.
Kinley, you don’t need friends. All you need is power.
There washisvoice again. It seemed that even when I thought I was alone, the Devil was never far from my shoulder, whispering in my ear.
Z – as I had come to call her – and I had become friends after meeting at a bar where I had been toying with a few biker types around a pool table. She asked to join in on the fun, and the rest was history. Using her demon abilities of manipulation and amplification of emotions, she proved to be quite the entertaining companion for girls’ nights out. Those poor bikers, I wonder if anyone ever did make sense of the violent and obscenely naked fight that broke out amongst them that night.
I looked down at the message that had just come in from my partner in depravity.
Z
Everything ok, Lee-Lee?
Anytime she used her nickname for me, it made me smile at how innocent and unassuming it sounded. I was the furthest thing from innocent and sure as hell not unassuming even on my dullest days.
