Chapter 3
Adrian
Humans are always so black and white. I’d know, I was one of them not long ago. But now that I am what I am, I know there can be peace amongst chaos.
For years now, I’ve only felt three things: lust, pain and boredom.
I was angrier than hell when I died and found myself trapped at the scene of the crime without her, but that faded over time.
Everything faded. The good, the bad. It all stopped meaning anything.
Yet since the moment she summoned me, I’ve felt things I never thought I’d experience again.
Anger. Desire. Guilt.
No. I won’t feel guilty for bringing her here.
I won’t let her get to me with those beautiful eyes, the ones I melted for in a past life, the ones that had me caving on fucking Christmas of all days to put my spite aside and try to make her smile.
I won’t let her long salt-and-pepper hair, her tattoos, her freckles, or her stupid nose rings suck me back in.
Who needs three of them anyway? The septum was enough, she didn’t need to add dainty, adorable little hoops to both nostrils.
Fucking hell, I was stupid for this girl. Maybe I still am.
She killed me, set me up for the life I live now, and I was positive I’d do the same to her if we ever crossed paths again.
But here we are, and she wants to know where this fucked-up road is taking us.
“I guess we’ll see.”
“I guess we will.” She avoids my gaze again as she takes the bottle from my hands and drinks. “So who else have you fucked?”
She’s angry too, but her sass has always made my dick hard, especially when she’s jealous. “If you want names, we’ll be here for a while.”
In truth, it’s only been her. Yeah, I’m in Hell listening to fucking Mariah Carey until the end of time, but it hasn’t been all bad. I can create my own illusions, and although I usually fuck her covered in her own blood, it’s still only her. I kind of hate her for that, too.
“Are you afraid we don’t have enough time?” she quips. “Or were you thinking we’d spend our days just languishing together as you remind me how old I am and how excellent my aim is?”
I want to fuck her so bad I hear the glass crack under my grip, but I refrain. I meant what I said, she will beg for it first. “Excellent? Look at how jagged this scar is, woman.”
She flinches, looking away quickly. “Right. Well, your door-opening skills weren’t any fucking better.”
“That lock was fucked up and you know it,” I argue, grabbing her chin so she can’t escape. “You could have warned me. Said fucking anything before you slashed my throat.” My grip tightens on her jaw, but I hold back my strength. “I wanted to marry you.”
Lysandra’s entire body tenses. “Bullshit. We were together for two years and you never talked about wanting more.” She struggles against my grip, going limp when she realizes she can’t.
She’ll never be able to hurt me again. “And you could’ve called first. Texted.
Knocked. Something other than just barging in at fucking midnight. This wasn’t all on me.”
I release her, pleasantly surprised when she doesn’t immediately move away. “What do you think your present was?”
She scoffs, crossing her arms and shifting her weight to one leg. Some people might think she’s just standoffish or being a bitch, but I know her. That’s the pose she takes when she tries to hide how sad she is, like a little sassy body language can make people forget she’s human too. “Yeah, okay.”
She would have said yes. I see it as clear as day on her face, and I hate the way it makes me feel inside. “You can stab me all you want here, it won’t change a thing. You’re mine for eternity regardless.”
“Good, then give me a knife.”
Calling her bluff, one appears between two of my fingers, the blade swinging in front of her, but I realize a second before she reaches it that she doesn’t want it for me.
She thinks she can escape the old fashioned way.
Just as she plunges it toward herself, I grab her wrist and yank back, a sinister laugh leaving me. Whatever the fuck I’m feeling inside for her, I’m not the same man I was. I like this game. “Bad girl.”
In a flash, I’ve got her pinned down on my bed and both of her hands restrained, drinking in the sweet scent of fear in every ragged breath she takes.
“Adrian, just let me go!”
“I don’t want to,” I admit through gritted teeth, looming over her as her legs fall open.
Whether we want to or not, our bodies react to this position, her back arching up like she’s as desperate to touch me again as she was to end my life.
I could fuck her right now. I could blink our clothes away and sink inside that sweet pussy I can smell from here in a matter of seconds. But I don’t. Not yet.
“Did you miss me?” I whisper, leaning in to nuzzle my face against her jaw to inhale her scent.
Defiance radiates off of her, but she nods. “Every single day.”
Me too.
Forever Christmas may have driven me insane, but it’s nothing compared to how I felt when I thought I’d never touch her again. I can’t deny that I still want her, but as that fucking song loops around and begins playing again, I remember where we are and how we got here.
My hand falls to her hip. Demon or not, I’m still weak when it comes to this. To her. I won’t fuck her, but that doesn’t mean I can’t play with my new toy. Playing is the only thing keeping my sanity in place. “Did you think of me when they fucked you?”
I lower myself so she can feel how hard I am for her, how much damage I could do if I chose. It’s not just fear in her eyes anymore, though. It’s lust too.
“No. I might’ve gotten off if I had.”
I scrape my teeth against her pulse point, relishing the way it makes her breathing hitch. Maybe she hates me too. Maybe she wishes she could disappear and never see me again, but right now? She wants me inside of her.
Are her toes curling the way they used to? Will she whimper the way she did when I’d tug her nipple between my teeth? Will she scream my name as she comes in that way that always shoves me right toward the edge?
I don’t want to wait to find out.
I grind myself into her again, telling myself it’s okay to lose this battle. Just for a little while, just to prove a point.
“Adrian,” she gasps, struggling against my grip on her arms as her legs wrap around me. “What are you doing?”
What am I doing?
That’s a question for sane men, not demons who’ve lost their mind a hundred times over. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, and yet I can’t stop my body from wanting to become one with hers.
She’s mine. She’s always been mine, and now that I have her in reach again, I never want to stop touching her. “Say my name again.”
It’s been so long since I’ve heard it. No one calls me Adrian here in Hell — they call me Christmas just to piss me off — but hearing my name fall from her lips as I can smell her arousal makes me forget everything else.
“Adrian,” she repeats, breathless and wide-eyed. “You want me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I practically growl, my cock pulsing against her pussy like it’s trying to rip through our clothes. The funny thing is, it can. It can do whatever I want it to, but I’m too frustrated to think clearly. “Do you want me, too?”
I need to stop talking, but the look in her eyes has me captive.
“I’m scared, Ade. Can we wait?”
“Just... say it,” I breathe. “Admit you want me too.”
“I never stopped. I was never mad at you, never hated you. I had my future stolen from me that night just like you did.”
Fuck.
I press my forehead against hers and grind again, losing the battle inside completely at her words. “Then let me have you, Lysandra. You know I’ll take good care of you.”
She huffs like she’s not sure anymore, but her legs tighten around me. “I guess, since you’re practically begging for it.”
Still a little shit.
Chuckling, I make our clothes disappear in a blink and stare down at her body, her nipple bars begging for my teeth so desperately, I cave and give them a tug. “Begging? I think I need to teach you what begging means.”
“That’s okay, I quit trying to learn useless skills years ago.” Yet as she realizes that I have no intention to stop, her heart skips a beat. I can hear it. “Adrian, don’t hurt me, okay? Whatever is in the contract, I’ll do it. But I cannot die listening to this fucking song on repeat.”
“I did.” Pulling back, I rise to my knees and stare down at her, rope now restraining each of her limbs as I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke. “Fuck, you’re still just as beautiful as the night I met you. Maybe even more.”
Her pussy is shining like a fucking beacon for my cock, but now there’s palpable terror coming off of her. She really thinks I’m going to kill her right here, right now, just like this.
“Is that another joke about my age?”
“Nah. Not this time.”
Her eyes trail down my body to my cock, widening when she sees it’s exactly as she remembered. I can change it, but for some reason I needed to see her reaction.
Her hands curl into fists as she drags her eyes back up to my face, seeing only inky black. “So it’s still mostly you, then.”
“Mostly.”
And now I need her to see my new additions. Slowly, I let my jet-black wings flutter open, horns sprouting out of my hair as my teeth elongate and my tongue grows several inches, forking out at the end.
Something tells me she’d be cowering if she could move her arms.
Trembling, her gaze darts from one thing to the next over and over again. “You really are a... a demon.”
“I am. Want to see something cool?” I release my cock and let it triple in size, the head sharpening in a way that I know has to be painful, and then I make it jump toward her, laughing when she tries to flinch away. “Come on, Lys. Suck me.”
“Fuck you,” she hisses, turning her head. “Is sex in the contract?”
“Not specifically, but it didn’t have to be.” I’m in my normal body again in a flash, but I can tell I’m losing her. “The contract said you agreed to be mine mind, body and soul, and you want me the same way I want you. Connect the dots.”
“I don’t think that’s accurate at all,” she mumbles. “I want the Adrian who doesn’t hate me. Does he still exist?”
He does, but that’s the last thing I want to admit right now. Slowly, I lean in and nip at her jaw, grinning when she bares her neck to me and arches once again. The head of my cock brushes against her clit, making her whimper, and it’s fucking music to my ears.
“No,” I growl into her ear. “You killed him.”
“Fine, then go ahead and kill the Lys who doesn’t hate you. Give me back the demon if you’re going to fuck me.”
Her sharp tone leaves no room for interpretation there. She wants to hate me.
It’s probably better this way for both of us.
Everything but my cock changes back, making her gasp as my forked tongue replaces the one that was sliding along her throat.
“Is this how you pictured it?” she asks, breathless but not fighting her restraints.
It isn’t. I definitely imagined taking her in my demon skin at some point, but not for our first time. Again, I keep that inside. “You at my mercy with your cunt begging to be fucked? Yes.”
That part is true at least.
“I didn’t beg.”
Gripping my shaft, I slide the head of my cock up and down her pussy, loving how wet she is. “I didn’t say you did, I said your cunt did. Maybe you and her should get on the same page.”
Or don’t. I don’t honestly care at this point, because I can’t wait any longer. I don’t doubt that I can make her beg, I just don’t have the patience, so I pull back to make those restraints disappear and flip her over onto her stomach before returning them.
Seeing her this way has me practically losing control, but I refrain for just a moment and take her in. Skin flushed, breathing ragged as she trembles? Yeah, I might keep her like this for a while.