Chapter 27
Alexa, play ‘ Way down We Go,’ by KALEO
“Sometimes it’s better to be alone. Nobody can hurt you.”
—TINKER BELL, PETER PAN BY J.M. BARRIE
I woke up chained to the largest four-poster bed I’ve ever been in my life. I yanked on my wrists, cringing as the black shackles cut into my skin.
This couldn’t be fucking happening.
I took in my surroundings and found I was in a large room made entirely of gleaming black marble. Everything in here was black. The bed I lay in seemed to have been carved from ebony, and the sheets that lay beneath my body were like liquid ink. I also seemed to be dressed in a midnight silk robe. I wiggled a little and felt my heart sink when I realized I was naked beneath it.
There was a heavy black-lacquered wardrobe, two leather armchairs before a crackling obsidian fireplace full of viridian flames, and a large chessboard set by a window that looked out into an endless night sky. My eyes widened as I took in the green fire. What the fuck ? On either side of the bed were heavy end tables with several drawers. The black marble tops were christened with gothic lamps topped with velour shades .
‘Let’s go to Hell.’ Was the last thing Reaver… or I guess Ramel, had said before I lost consciousness. Was this Hell? I eyed the green flames crackling ominously in the fireplace and frowned. Definitely hellish.
On the other side of the room was an ornate black door. It creaked open, and I gasped as Chaos stuffed his little cat face in the crack to nudge the door farther open.
“Chaos?” I rasped as he trotted merrily up to me, hopping up on the bed. “How did you get here?” He had always followed me everywhere, but following me to freaking Hell was impressive. I squinted at him, making sure it was really my cat. Sure enough, it was him. I would know him anywhere.
‘ Meow!’ he chirped. I stared at him, trying to figure out how on earth my cat had followed me into the fucking underworld when abruptly, he shifted and changed right before my eyes.
Suddenly, it wasn’t Chaos sitting on the edge of the bed, but Shem. He grinned at me, his green eyes glinting in the starlight.
“Hey, Lil. Welcome to Hell,” he said, and fury exploded through my chest. His grin didn’t falter or shift at all as he took in the rage on my face. The corner of his mouth kicked up, and he cocked his head to the side. “You don’t seem very happy to see me,” he chuckled.
“ You’re Chaos?!” I screeched. I lunged for him, momentarily forgetting that I was chained to the fucking bed, and he laughed softly.
“Yeah, sorry about that. You give great cuddles, though.” He reached out and patted my leg, mischief flashing in his eyes. “I could cuddle you right now if you’re interested,” he purred, and I spat at him. He waved a hand, and my spit disappeared before it could land. He tutted his tongue.
“None of that, Lilith. I may not be as depraved as your soon-to-be husband, but I’m still a demon. It’s probably not a good idea to piss me off.”
“You’ve been spying on me, haven’t you!?” I snarled, replaying recent events with the new understanding that Shem and my fucking cat were the same person and that he had been working with the enemy!
Shem had seen me hug Sam that day and made some shitty comment asking why I never hugged him like that. He must have fucking told Reaver!
He had hissed at me that first night he had seen me with the box cutter, and then Death had shown up shortly after.
He hadn’t left the room when I had been touching myself because he had sensed Reaver coming. He had gone to fucking tell him!
He patted a hand on my bare leg, stroking my thigh softly. He gave me a look that said he knew he should be sorry but really wasn’t.
“I’m afraid so, little Lilith,” he said as he stood up, moving to one of the end tables. He opened a drawer and leisurely perused through its contents. I strained against my manacles, trying to see what he was doing .
Suddenly, my mind processed something else he had just said, and my blood ran cold.
“You just said that Ramel was my soon-to-be husband. What did you mean by that?” Speaking of the literal Devil, where was Reaver? Or I guess Ramel… Reaver, Death, the Grim Reaper… whoever the fuck he was.
Shem glanced up from whatever he was looking for in the drawer and gave me a considering look.
“Ramel is going to claim you as his bride. Together, you will rule Hell, with me too, of course. As long as we can get Yahweh to agree. You probably know Him better as God.”
I frowned at this. “I don’t understand. Ramel hates me. Why would he want to marry me?”
Shem sighed. “Ramel doesn’t hate you, Lilith. He’s obsessed with you. Always has been. This is not the first time you’ve gotten us into trouble. I would have told you sooner, but Yahweh bound my words long ago so I wouldn’t be able to interfere with His twisted games.”
He continued rummaging while he spoke. “All I can say is, if I were you, I would stop fighting it. This can either be really enjoyable for you or really long, drawn out, and painful. Either way, fate will run its course. You belong to us now, so submit, or we will force you to submit.”
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about! I don’t want to marry the demon that has tormented me my whole fucking life! I want to go home.”
“I’m sorry, Lilith, but this is your home now.” He brightened as he seemed to finally find what he was looking for. He turned to face me, holding a long black object in one hand and a soft pink teardrop-shaped object in the other. I frowned, trying to make out what they were.
“Black or pink?” he asked, and my heart skipped a beat in my chest as he pressed a button. The two silicone objects started to vibrate in his hands.
Oh, hell no…
“You’re sick,” I gasped, kicking away from him while he gave me a dazzling smile. The same smile I had seen him flash at guests for four fucking years at Voodoo. How had I not seen what he truly was? An evil, depraved fucking demon!
“If you don’t want to pick, I’ll have to choose for you. I’ve always been partial to black.” He smirked and tossed the pink toy back into the drawer before climbing up onto the bed.
“Isn’t Ramel going to be pissed? He punched Mike across the face just for touching me!” I tried to reason with him, straining away as he slowly crawled closer to me, grinning like a cat with a mouse.
“I am not Mike, and Ramel asked me to get you ready for him. He’s meeting with Rafael to work out the details of his negotiations with Yahweh next week. He’s going to want you wet and needy by the time he returns. ”
“Shem, you don’t have to do this; we’ve been friends for years!” I protested, still trying to reconcile the man I had worked with and this twisted asshole who was going to just go along with Ramel’s plan.
“I know, Lil, but I’ve been friends with Ramel for much longer. Besides, you may not see it yet, but this is the way things are meant to be. Now, spread your legs.”
I glared at him. “No.”
“Lilith. Spread them, or I will make you.”
“Then you’re going to have to make me,” I spat. “There’s no fucking way I’m doing anything you say.”
He sighed and hit the button on the vibrator again, increasing its frequency. “You haven’t changed at all, Lil. Still a stubborn little Hell Queen.”
With a wave of his hand, I felt him take control of my soul, the same way Ramel always did. I screeched in rage. Shem forced my legs to bend and my knees to separate. He sidled up next to me and tugged on the sash of my robe, sliding it open to expose my breasts and stomach.
“I hate you,” I spat, and he chuckled as he gently ran the vibrating wand down the inside of my leg, slowly tracing closer and closer to my pussy, which was suddenly throbbing in anticipation.
Shem grinned at me, watching as my nipples pebbled. He moved the wand another inch closer to my traitorous, throbbing clit.
“Hell runs on hatred, Lilith.” He looked down at my cunt and rested the vibrator right in the crease of my thigh. It was close enough that I was beginning to feel the vibrations where I needed them most, but far enough away that it was excruciating and infuriating. Wetness pooled, and I suddenly felt myself begin to drip. Shem noticed too, and his smile widened.
“Stop fighting it, Lil. We’re going to make you feel so good.” Then he pressed the wand directly against my clit, and my entire body tried to reflexively arch and buck against Shem’s grip on my soul. I cried out, and he chuckled, holding it there while I panted.
“See? Doesn’t that feel nice?” he cooed, rocking the wand back and forth gently. My breathing became ragged, and I was rushing full speed to the edge when he suddenly backed off.
“Fuck! No, please, not this again,” I gasped, looking at Shem. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t do another night of fucking edging.
“Don’t worry. You’ll get to come tonight, eventually. We just need to wait for Ramel to get here.” He reached forward and gripped the tip of one of my nipples, twisting it firmly. I gasped and tried to arch again, my hips burning in frustration.
Shem rubbed the vibrator back up and down the inside of my leg while he waited for me to come back down off the edge. He ran a finger up my cunt, holding it up to the light and checking for wetness.
To my horror, he held his wet fingers up to my lips. I slammed my eyes shut and tried to jerk my head away — between the grip he had on my soul and the way I was chained to the bed, I could barely turn my head. He laughed at my inability to get away from him and rubbed his soiled fingers across my lips.
“Lick it up, Lilith. Taste how much you love being used.”
I tried to shake my head again, but it was no use. He forced his fingers into my mouth and rubbed them firmly against my tongue. When he was satisfied, he pulled his fingers out and gave me a dazzling smile.
“Good girl, Lilith. When you’re ready, we’ll go again. Let’s get you nice and wet.”