Page 26 of Her Personal Demons (The Seven Sinners of Hell's Kingdom 1)

“Well, yeah. Food is the last thing I want to eat. But if you want me to join you for dinner, you can shimmy your sexy ass out of those ridiculously modest pajamas and sit on my face. It’ll make us both happy.” I chuckle and kick my door closed, offering the glass of water to her with my tail.

She stares at it for a moment before taking it and clutching the cup in her hands. Her gaze follows my tail as I curl it behind me.

“You want to touch it some more? It’s okay to be curious,” I say, wagging my brows at her. “But I have to warn you, I’ll want to use it to touch you back.”

Something darkly delicious flashes in her eyes, peeking through the brightness of her angel-kissed soul. I can’t stop thinking about which lucky bastard had fallen for her soul in another lifetime. Her mischievous expression pulls my attention from her light and back to her. I brace for what comes next from this naughty woman.

“I think the heat is getting to you if you think I’m letting your tail anywhere near me. So cool down.” She chucks the glass of water at me with a laugh and risks turning her back to stroll to my bed. Snatching the sandwich, she plops onto my pillows, spreading out. I stand in shock, the water steaming against my hot skin. It takes her humming under her breath to get my brain to fucking work again.

“What the fuck? I hope you’re planning to lick this off me, because if not, that’s the last time I serve you something to drink.” I swipe my hand across my wet face.

She laughs again. “Like you said, the kitchen is mine, so it was worth it. Maybe you should scold yourself. You looked in desperate need of a cold shower, and there is no fucking way I’m sitting in the bathroom with you while you take one since you won’t leave me alone.” Raven chomps into the grilled cheese sandwich and smiles as she chews, purposely trying to be messy. “You can sleep on the floor too. I don’t trust that sneaky, weird-ass appendage of yours.”

“It can still reach you from the floor,” I tease. I don’t care if she talks with her mouth full. Her pouty lips are still sexy as sin, all shiny with grease. They’d slip so sensually around my cock. I can imagine it already.

Glaring, she snatches a pillow and throws it at me. “Don’t you fucking dare. I will break it in half or tie it into a dozen knots.”

“Sounds fun. You’ll enjoy the extra ribs you’d create. I’ll risk it to find out.” Locking my eyes with hers, I flick the button on my jeans open and shake them down, showing off the fact that I choose to go commando.

Her gaze rips from mine to devour the sight of my body, fully hard and throbbing for her attention. She notices the piercing on the tip of my cock immediately, her eyes narrowing like she’ll get a better view if she squints. I stride forward and stand next to her, giving her the view she’d never ask for but I know she wants. Raising her hand, she looks ready to rub her fingers over my top ladder, and I hold utterly still.

“I have a ladder on the bottom too,” I say, smirking. Her fascination leaves my balls tight and needy as fuck. I’m going to have to rub one out if she doesn’t make up her damn mind soon.

She drops her hand to the bed and slides it under her ass like if she doesn’t lock it in place, it’ll reveal just how naughty she wants to be with me. “And I thought your tail was the only weird-ass appendage on your body.”

“Just for that, scoot over or I’ll tie you up with my tail and spank you. Hand or cock. I’ll ensure either hurts that sexy bubble-butt of yours.” I snake my tail around and slither it across the bed toward her legs.

She squeals instead of screaming and scrambles over. Snatching the pillow, she whacks it at my tail and then swings it at my head. I grab the pillow, but she doesn’t let go, and I pull her to me until she can decide if she wants to punch my cock or suck it.

Yanking the pillow down, she uses it as a barrier, and I press harder to the downy-filled cock-block, testing the strength of the fabric with my aching boner.

Raven slides her hand up my bare chest and licks her lips before rubbing them together. “I know this must be the first time you’ve had a woman in your bed, but you need to calm down. I’m not fucking you tonight. I don’t want to play with your tail, nor do I want to sit on your face. I have a massive bruise across my chest, and you don’t seem like the gentle type.”

“Says the horned angel-girl who manhandles me,” I tease. “Plus, you’re just saying it because Dante offered you his room, which is pointless, because you’ll just want to sneak into mine.”

“Is that so?” she asks, drawing her hands from my chest to neck.

“Mmmhmm.” I grin.

Tugging me by my neck, she stretches closer, keeping her gaze locked on my lips. My muscles ripple and flex, imagining her tongue gliding over mine until I break away first to lick every inch of her.

She slaps her hand over my mouth, knocking some sense back into me. “Well, I can promise I won’t. You’re too cocky for your own good. I heard you gloating to Dante that I kissed you, and I want to make one thing clear. I only did it because the angel was watching.”

I tug her hand away and lace my fingers through hers. “And to think I underestimated you, angel-girl. You played Micah so well, but now you have to be extra careful. He’ll come for you again. I don’t know if he craves you or craves sending you to Hell, so there’s that. This is why I wanted you to follow our plan. You need to learn about the saviors before playing their games if you want to win.”

Groaning, she shoves me away in annoyance and crawls to the side of the bed and lies on the edge like she needs as much space as she can get without giving up her comfortable spot to sleep. I follow her lead and plop next to her, bouncing the bed enough that she scoots a bit closer to me as to not fall off.

I prop myself up on my elbow and stare at the side of her face. “The saviors aren’t as forgiving as we are. Once you’re hell-bound, that’s it for you. Most mortals can’t come back from that.”

She sighs and turns toward me. “You’re lying. I know that forgiveness—”

It’s my turn to shut her up. I press my finger to her lips and cut off the argument I know will spill from her mouth. She’ll go on and on about things she can’t possibly comprehend.

“How many times do I have to remind you that what you know is wrong? Shouldn’t knowing that Lucian isn’t the only devil prove that? Or how we’re trying to get the appropriate balance to the universe? Do you know why we need the rest of the brethren, Raven?”

“To finish Hell’s Kingdom,” she responds, pressing her lips into a line.

“Yes, but do you know what that means? Why we need to in the first place?” I search her face, waiting for her to answer some of life’s biggest mysteries not many think about. They’d rather focus on the meaning or themselves.

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