Page 27 of Her Personal Demons (The Seven Sinners of Hell's Kingdom 1)

“You’re asking me bullshit questions, Kase. Of course I don’t fucking know. You two bastards have been too concerned with trying to fuck me, torture me, tease me, and ruin my life that you haven’t given me any answers.” She scowls and rolls over, balancing her body on the edge of the bed once more. “You know what else?” She doesn’t give me a chance to respond. “You said you want to teach me about the saviors to play their games. But this isn’t a fucking game to me!”

Her anger lashes at me, igniting mine, and I throw a ball of red flames at the wall, scorching the drywall. I can’t stop my demonic side from peeking through, and I growl in rage, wanting her to get it through her blinding light that of course it isn’t really a game, but someone has to win this war for power, and it sure as shit better be fucking us.

Gasping, Raven clutches the comforter and tugs it up like it’ll somehow protect her from my wrath. Except I’m not mad at her. I’m pissed off at everyone else. Things would’ve been so much damn easier if the fucking mortal bastard ex of hers hadn’t been drugging her and keeping her locked away. We would’ve come across her angel-kissed soul eventually and could’ve built her trust instead of throwing her into a deal with Lucian.

Things need to fucking change if we’re going to get what we want. She can’t be stressing over losing her damn soul so much that she can’t focus on what’s important.

I suck in a deep breath and turn away from her. “Raven...” One look at the tears streaming down her face steals the apology from my lips.

I’ve scared her. She won’t even look at me.

Fuck!

I can’t control the fury slashing through me harder than a thousand flaming whips to my back. A roar escapes my fierce jowls, and I catch sight of my demonic reflection in the mirror on my closet door. I swing my tail at it, cracking the mirror in my anger. I have to get out of this room. If Raven sees any more of the damned beast trying to change the universe turned me into, she will never believe anything I say. I’ll always be her enemy.

And if that happens...

Shit.

Lucian will have more than a little Hell to pay.

Chapter 9

Peeping Angel

RAVEN

“I NEED TO get out, Dante. Kase said I’m not your guys’ pet, but you might treat me better if you thought I was. I need more than half-assed groceries, water, and TV. I need fresh air. Exercise. More than two words of damn conversation.” I lean on his doorframe and stare into his sex chambers—err, I mean room. “You’ve been purposely ignoring me...and I hate it.”

Dante doesn’t look up at me. “I’ve been giving you space, not ignoring you. This is the first time you’ve initiated conversation, pretty soul. You can’t blame me if you found it torturous.”

“Well, I’m done with space. Take me for a walk. I will be good,” I say, drumming my fingers on the door.

He fiddles with the box on his lap. “Later. I’m busy.”

I flick my gaze to what I’m sure is the biggest collection of butt plugs I’ve ever seen. Spraying something on each one, he cleans and organizes them into a case. He finally lifts his gaze and stares at me watching him as a dozen thoughts cross my mind. I’ve never had much experience outside of my hand and some less than stellar cocks, and I can barely comprehend what any of this is for.

“Come on, Dante. This can wait, can’t it?” I shift on my feet. “I’m getting restless. It’s been days since I’ve been out.”

Picking up a medium-sized butt plug made from what I think is black silicone, Dante waves it at me. “How do you feel about this one? It comes with a remote. I thought we could eventually have some fun.”

I blink a few times, trying to think of some sort of response since he ignored my complaint. I don’t know why I expected something else from him. He’s a horny fucker, and from his openly kinky room, of course he’d want to use his toys with me. He’s made it obvious he thinks he’ll wear me down, and I’m at the point that I’m getting bored enough to give in to his kind of entertainment.

I shake my head, pushing the thoughts away. I must resist. Dante already struggles with boundaries. If I give in, he might lose focus—or I will. “The only way you’re getting that near my asshole is if you wear that one.” I point at the biggest one of his collection. “AndIget the remote.”

Dante smiles and picks up the larger plug and wraps his fingers around it, unable to do so completely. “Damn, my pretty soul. I can’t wait to play with you.”

Shit. Of course he can’t. “Seriously? You’d use that if I try one?”

“I’d use it even if you didn’t.” He motions me to come closer, and I peer down the hallway, listening to the TV blare. “Come here. Let me show you. You look far too curious for my liking, which means you’ve been deprived of what I can guarantee is immense pleasure. I bet you’ve been faking orgasms for years just to get that mortal bastard to flop off you.”

I try not to react to his comment, but my cheeks burn with my blush.

He stretches out his hand until I finally get the nerve to take it. Pulling me closer, he turns me until I find myself sitting right on his lap. I don’t get a chance to move before he sets the clear case of butt plugs on my knees.

“Don’t be afraid of them. I’m the one who bites,” Dante murmurs, picking up the smallest one. He sets it in my palm and lifts a remote, hitting a button to turn it on.

I screech and laugh as it vibrates in my palm and crawls across my hand. It falls back in the case, shaking around like a fucking rocket on a mission of ass-ploration. “That’s intense.”

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