15
AS GOOD AS YOU GET
ENZO
A driana nuzzles against me and I cradle her, enjoying the warmth of her body as she clings to me. My girl took a step she didn't want to and I don't want her to go backward. I need her to accept she's a whore for my cock and I’m prepared to reward her for her efforts.
A little effort on my part will get me what I want a damn sight faster.
I'm eager to use the restraints and whips, but Adriana isn't ready. With any other fuck toy that wouldn't bother me in the slightest, but she's special. I don't want to break her, at least not like that. I want her willing and eager to please, afraid but certain she's safe.
I don't want her to see me as a monster.
Not entirely.
She needs to trust me, and I need to deal with whatever shit is brewing around us. Adriana didn't have any idea what was happening on the street, and she didn't detect the small army of demons I summoned to protect us throughout the evening.
Just as she didn’t recognize any of the danger she'd been in before she moved in with me. In truth, I've kept her safe more times than I care to remember, and her innocence is a gift many tried to take.
I watched her for years while I waited to see if she'd grow into the one I wanted. While I decided if I wanted the attachment or burden of a submissive bound to serve me. I guarded her jealously, and I don't suppose there was ever really much choice for me. Ever since I laid eyes on her beautiful blue eyes, perfect tits, and spectacular ass, I craved her. Adriana's laugh and stunningly wicked sense of humor only heightened the appeal, and I've been hopelessly obsessed with her ever since I first saw her dance.
Last night, she danced for me. With me. Writhed around me like I was a fucking god. Her fucking god .
And I will not let some cocksucking asshole take her from me or deprive me of my time with her.
An eternity with Adriana will give me time to indulge all my fantasies and my beautiful, precious girl doesn't know all the fun she's in for. The poor thing thinks I'm being metaphorical when I say she's mine for as long as I want her to be. She hasn't realized I literally mean forever, and the gift of immortality is one I've given her already.
I doubt I'll get bored and need to revoke it.
“Baby,” I whisper. “Time to wake up now.”
She groans and cuddles against me, bringing her head dangerously close to my throbbing cock.
“I want to sleep,” she whines. “I was a good girl for you earlier. Please, Daddy.”
Fuck.
My dick hardens and starts to strain against my trousers. I'm hard and if she keeps this up, I'm tempted to fuck the deliciously sexy girl for being such a fucking tease.
“Daddy's little slut needs her rest. My cunt can't keep up with Daddy's cock.”
Fuck . Me .
Less than a week ago, she was a virgin.
She'd never been fingered or had that sweet pussy eaten out.
She'd never touched cock, let alone tasted it.
And now, she's giving as good as she gets and turning the tables on me.
My dirty little slut has me riled and on edge, and my more depraved instincts tell me to wake her to fuck a lesson into her, or make her gag around my cock for her sheer damn nerve. But there's another nagging, unpleasant feeling that gnaws at me and says I need to take this as a punishment, like a good boy, and give my girl the time she needs. Whatever this feeling is, it tells me I'm being an asshole and Adriana deserves better. Not just because it'll make it easier to control her later.
I groan and try to ignore the agony of my rock-hard dick aching for release. It's desperate for her cunt or ass, and this isn't a tease I'm enjoying. I can't even touch myself without disturbing the girl, and she has me trapped, unable to get off and forced to endure waiting while she fucking sleeps.
I need a distraction.
I need something else to occupy me.
I curl my fingers and draw my phone to me, pulsing a little sedation into the air to keep Adriana asleep. I've rarely used magic on her, but this is for her own good and she doesn't need to hear this conversation.
I call Eva.
“Lord, I...”
“No excuses will satisfy me, Eva. None will calm my wrath. Your mistake could have cost me Adriana.”
She swallows, and I hear her breathing falter. I pour my venom into the world and Eva screams, caught by the spell I’m weaving. Its lashes will hold her as they burn her, tormenting her as she struggles against the searing hot restraints.
“I have news, Lord,” she screams. “I've been working to discover who's behind this.”
She's got the right idea, but unfortunately, I need more. My cock hasn’t forgotten Adriana's teasing and Eva isn't doing nearly enough to salvage this situation.
“NOT. GOOD. ENOUGH.”
Eva screams as my power surges and I can almost smell her singed flesh from here. She's miles away, but her agony and burning flesh excite me and she's going to have to do much better if she wants to save herself.
Someone threatened my girl, and now I’m angry. Murderous . And I don’t care who I kill.
“It isn't easy. The warlock wasn't working alone,” she screams through stuttered breaths.
“You're boring me, Eva.” I send another surge of magic through her, shattering her bones as she begins to crumble. “Tell me something I don't know.”
“I think I know...”
I release my grip a little and let her catch her breath. Demons don't experience hope, not in the same way humans do, but whatever Eva's feeling is as close to that as she'll ever come. It's palpable and I consume it, stealing the pleasure of her relief.
“Lord, I think it's Mordecai.”
The world stops, and a heavy, violent silence descends.
“I cannot be sure, Lord. I need time. Byron and I need some time to pursue this.”
My hand has curled into a fist so damn tight that my claws have pierced my palm. I've lost control and slipped into my demon form, a hulking mass of muscles built for terrorizing and intimidating.
“Mordecai is dead, Eva. I killed him myself. Centuries ago.”
“I...” she stammers, and her fear is like a drug. “There are rumors, Lord. Of his return.”
My teeth grind and the shadows drawing around me darken. None of the fires in the pits of Hell could match the rage burning inside me as Eva dares to tell me something that no one should even think could be true. Even if Mordecai is dead, rumors of his return will stir up trouble. It'll incite his followers to dare to challenge me again, and another one of his minions will rise.
And if it's true, then it's a fucking disaster.
I almost died the last time we faced each other and blood poured through the rivers and halls of Hell as we fought. It took all I had and a few unsavory deals to finish him, and it was worth it to see the bastard destroyed. He shouldn't be able to come back from the devastation I wrought on him—and if he has, he's far more powerful than I dared imagine.
“Do it. Quickly and quietly, Eva. I want regular updates. On everything.”
I tighten my hold on her, and she screams again. My lieutenant has grown far too comfortable and a good dose of fear will motivate her to perform better.
“Don't disappoint me, Eva. I won't tolerate it happening twice.”
She screams again as another lash of pain tears her apart and I release her, feeding off her relief as she gasps for air in my offices on the other side of London.
I hang up and leave her to her misery, certain she'll be lucky to make it to a bathroom before she vomits. Shadow demons as powerful as Eva are rare, but even she isn't robust enough to endure what I subjected her to. She's more powerful than most of her kind. More cunning, too.
Either she hasn't been aware of the rumors of Mordecai's return or she's been deliberately concealing them. The latter would only make sense if she has something to gain from that motherfucker seizing power and she doesn't. Eva's treated well and everyone knows she's as important to me as Byron. She's an equal second in command who's earned her position and ruthlessly held it when others tried to take it from her.
Some might look down on her heritage, but I've never held it against her and I've been more than generous with my time and her rewards. She's shown some interest in Byron in recent months and perhaps it's time I give him a nudge.
More than a fucking nudge if he doesn't take the hint. If we weren't facing this threat, then I'd consider arranging a fuck in. But Adriana isn't ready for an orgy and I don't want to terrify the girl who's still dozing dangerously close to my cock.
I call Byron, determined to keep him in the loop. I need him to help me handle whatever danger is coming. He needs to know what Eva knows and I need to know if he and Eva are working together effectively.
And I need the fucking distraction as my girl keeps sighing in her sleep, millimeters from my cock.
“I heard. I'm already on it.” Byron sounds pissed, and I doubt he appreciates being blindsided by yesterday.
I ask him what he heard, and he growls, giving me a play-by-play account of everything that happened yesterday. He ought to know every one of these details, even if I'd sent him out of the city to deal with a band of Hester trolls. The buggers have failed to pay their dues for the last time, and Byron assures me he wiped them out, reminding everyone of who rules London.
“Have you spoken to Eva?”
Byron pauses. It's unlike him. “Yes, Enzo. She's rather upset after you disciplined her this week. Complained it was Adriana's fault and that she ought to bear any punishment.”
“Did she say anything else?”
Byron sucks air between his teeth and he knows something's up. “She is loyal, Lord. Whatever has happened, I'm damn sure it's a genuine mistake and not one many would make. Eva's good at what she does, and it takes a lot to get one over on her.” He forces half a laugh. “I should know. I've tried and failed. On many occasions.”
I arch my eyebrow, wondering what he tried to get over Eva. But this isn't the time for that conversation, not now he's told me she hasn't mentioned Mordecai to him.
“She didn't mention Mordecai?”
Byron clicks his tongue. “Why would she? That cunt's been dead for centuries.”
Either Eva's lying about the rumors or Byron is woefully out of touch with the word on the street. Neither option is good. I don’t know which is worse and one of my lieutenants is in trouble. Serious trouble. The permanent kind of trouble.
I stroke Adriana’s hair as I muse over what I’ve heard. Byron’s breathing hard down the phone and he’s thinking hard, trying to piece together a puzzle he doesn’t understand as he tries anticipating where I’m going with this. He knows I’m pissed, he just doesn’t understand why I’ve mentioned Mordecai.
“Just some idle rumor I heard,” I sigh.
“What rumor?” he snarls. “You said that cunt was dead, Enzo. You killed him with your bare hands. At considerable cost to both of us.”
I’d forgotten that Mordecai is the reason Byron is bound to me. He was in enough danger and had little choice but to side with me, and the price was his freedom. I control him because of the magic binding him to me, but that isn’t absolute. Few things are and there are ways around the incantation.
“The rumor is he’s returned and is behind last night.”
Byron growls and his breathing turns ragged as he snatches air. He's so damn angry I can hear it down the phone and I’m certain he still loathes the demon I was sure I’d vanquished centuries ago.
“I’ll deal with it, Lorenzo.”
“I’m sure you will,” I sigh.
“I fucking mean it. If he’s back, then we need to know. And if he isn’t, I deal with the devious cunts that think they can use his name to cause chaos or undermine your rule. You have my word on this, Lord. My indisputable word. I’ll tell Eva.”
I pull my fingers through Adriana’s hair and she adjusts herself, cuddling into me like a cat. My girl purrs on my lap and I adore it. She’s making me melt and I enjoy the moment, basking in the contented sounds coming from her precious little mouth.
“Don’t,” I say to Byron. “I want you to handle this, Byron. Do it quickly and take out anyone who stands in your way. Anyone Byron, unless Adriana somehow gets caught in the crossfire.”
I’m met with silence for a few moments. “Anyone except Adriana, Lorenzo. You have my word on it.”