Page 6 of Lust

It’s clear she’s been waiting for her chance for the spotlight. “It’s Maggie, actually. I just thought the shirts were cute. This is Colin and my biggest desire is to spend every minute of the rest of eternity with him.”

“Ditto,” adds Colin.

I stand corrected. This must be the reason they belong in Hell. Frankly, they are the most nauseating, revolting, repugnant couple I've ever had the displeasure to meet, and that's saying something in this place.

Noémi puts her hands to her mouth and exclaims, “Beautiful.”

Beautiful? I hope she's joking. While I can overlook many things to get my hands on a body as perfect as hers, if she genuinely finds that couple beautiful, she's just as messed up as the other weirdos in here. I decide not to ditch Anthura after all. I'll keep her hanging on my hook while I explore how things turn out with Noémi. “Now, what about you?”

My stomach turns as all eyes turn to Robert.

“I’m Rowena. My friends call me...”

“Freak,” I cough out.

Noémi turns to me. “Do you need a tissue?” she asks. It’s an unfortunate choice of words and I hate that it elicits a grin from Rowena... Robert. Next to him, Snowflake and Juliette glare at me.

The roar in my head has me on edge. No one dared to glare at me on Earth and if anyone tried, I destroyed them. I might not have the money that I had before, nor the power, but I still remember how to destroy people. Juliette and Snowflake are the first on my list, right after I deal with their freak friend. “Not at all, Noémi. I think that we should all be aware of our real names. No secrets here, remember? Rowena is really called Robert.”

“Roro!” he inserts, licking his lips and staring ahead defiantly.

Noémi’s face drops slightly. Shit, I’ve overplayed my hand.

“Zat’s right, Felix. No secrets, but our names are what we call ourselves and eet’s each and everyone’s prerogative to change zem as zey see fit.” She actually turns to the freak and smiles. “Roro, I ‘ope you’ll come to consider me a friend. May I call you zat?”

Damn! I’m losing points with Noémi already. I need to win her over if I ever want to feel the sweet smell of winning, and if I just happen to feel those lips of hers on my cock in the process, all the better.

The freak nods his head and smiles. “I’d love that, Noémi, thank you. My biggest desire is that people stop dead naming me.” He shifts his eyes to me for a brief second, a challenge in them. I glare back, then smirk before turning my eyes back to Noémi. She’s looking at me expectantly.

Fuck, I’m going to have to attempt damage control.

I’ve never said sorry and meant it in my life, but there have been situations where looking like I’m remorseful has gotten me what I want, and in this case I want Noémi’s gorgeous lips giving me ecstasy. “I apologize for my earlier indiscretion... Rowena,” I say in a way that sounds anything but apologetic. “It was my mistake and I won’t do it again.” Not when Noémi’s around, anyway.

“Beautiful!” Noémi claps her hands again. “Zat's what I like to see. Zere's no reason we can't all be amis 'ere.”

Robert makes to sit down, but Noémi stops him. “Wait, you’ve not told us your biggest desire yet!”

Robert looks around uncertainly. “I just did. I don’t like being dead named.”

Noémi steps over to him and rests a hand on his shoulder. “Roro. I understand zat being dead-named is upsetting to you, but I don’t believe zat’s your greatest fantasy. I know zere’s more.”

Robert bites down on his bottom lip before licking it slightly. “I just want to feel normal in my own skin. I want to find love and… get married and...”

I roll my eyes.

“And...” Noémi encourages.

Robert’s eyes flicker downward. “I want to have children... I want to be a mother. That is my greatest desire.”

I swallow back a snort. Unfortunately, it escapes slightly. Noémi turns her head to me. “And what is your biggest desire, Felix? What is eet you want?”

I square my eyes on hers. I’m expecting anger, but I see only desire. Her eyes reflect the pink of the room, giving her a gleam. I’m hard just looking at her. I want you. I want your lips wrapped around my cock and your naked body hot and waiting. I can’t say either of these things, so I say the next best thing. “I want it all, Noémi. I want every fucking thing you can give me.”

IT’S PROBABLY A TENTACLE

ROWENA

The second I step through the door to my room, I rip the dress from my body, sending safety pins flying and clattering to the ground. I pull off the matching panties and bra set and palm my hands to the smooth marble of my bathroom sink as I stare at myself in the mirror. My breasts no longer show the scars where they were augmented years ago, filled with silicone. My eyes slide down to the crevice between my legs, real as any other woman’s in here, and yet despite being the woman I was always supposed to be, there are still hints of the man I once was. My hips, though more rounded than they ever have been, still are slightly too angular and though my Adam’s apple is gone, my chin is slightly too square. Some of the changes I made with surgery in life and some were made after death when I entered Hell. Now there’s been another change since entering Lust. Every single person in here is slightly more beautiful than they were in purgatory. I don’t know if anyone else has noticed, but I have. I’ve lost the frizz from my blonde mane. Now my hair flows down my back like I’m in a shampoo commercial, no kinks. I huff out. The frizziness of my hair was the one thing that never bothered me.

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