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Mammon perches on the edge of the bed next to me, placing our joined hands on his hard thigh. "Only some of them. Those who still have a sliver of doubt about their decision. Part of my power is seeing their future when they enter my chamber. They believe they will live a long life once they've bartered their souls, but many do not. Their greed leads them to make bad choices before they even come to me, and it continues to do so when they have the wealth, power, and success they crave. The man you saw earlier, the one who asked for riches beyond measure? He'll be dead within six months. Heart attack. And then Lucifer will claim his soul for eternity."
I shake my head in disbelief. "He traded his soul for six months?"
Mammon shrugs. "Yes. I wonder if he would've chosen differently had he known."
"And you couldn't tell him, could you? Not directly. So that was your way of giving him one last out." I squeeze his hand, asking the question that's been plaguing me. "Did you see my father's future when he traded me to you?"
"No. Oddly, his future was a blur, as was everything about you until the day of our wedding." Mammon frowns. "I assumed it was Lucifer playing his usual twisted games."
"So… you have no idea if my father will end up in Hell?"
"Oh, his soul will be forfeit at some point in the future, and I promise you will have a front-row seat at his judgment." Mammon smirks, looking every bit the demon he is. "But I warn you, it won't be pretty."
I grin. "There's my big, bad demon."
I never thought I was a vindictive person, but I can't wait for that day. Will my father consider his treachery worth it when his day in Hell arrives? I’m sure he’s already scheming ways to wriggle out of the contract.
Mammon looms over me, bringing his mouth to within an inch of mine. “I'll always be big and bad for you, little one. I told you I would wait, but my control will only last so long. We have all of eternity to get to know each other, but something tells me it still won't be enough for me to get my fill of you,” he says gruffly.
I understand now that he's been patient because time has no end for him. Life has no end. Does that mean I'll live forever, too? I'm not sure I want that, but today has given me a little more insight into my husband.
Taking a shaky breath, I hold his fiery gaze and say, “I-I don't want you to wait, Mammon.”
Something dark and lustful gleams in his eyes before he quickly masks it as he maneuvers himself above me on the bed. “Has waking in my arms for the last few weeks made your tight little pussy throb for me, Penelope? Because having your curvy ass pressed against my cock every morning has driven me almost insane." Balancing on one powerful arm, he slides a hand beneath me and cups my bottom, pulling my pelvis against his and grinding his erection between my thighs. "Resisting the urge to rip those damned pajamas down your thighs and slide inside you has tested every ounce of my willpower."
I whimper at the images his words create. "Mammon…"
"Tell me what you want, little one. Do you want my mouth on yours? My tongue tasting your sweetness? My cock plunging deep inside you?"
I don't get the chance to reply as his lips meet mine. I inhale sharply. I've recounted our first kiss many times since our wedding night, but my memories are faded snapshots compared to the reality.
I hear a sound, a soft moan, as his tongue delves into my mouth, and I realize it came from me. My hand fists his shirt, hungrily demanding he move closer. I want more, want to know everything there is to know about what happens between two consenting adults. I'm hungry for that knowledge.
“I want more,” I sigh against his lips, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I want you, Mammon.”
“Ah,” he says with a soft chuckle, shaking his head slightly, "how I want you, my Penelope, but are you as ready for me as you think you are? Are you sure?”
I stare up at him, the words locked in my throat. Am I ready for this demon to claim me, body and soul? There's only one answer.
"Yes," I whisper.
I’m nervous, but the idea of finally fulfilling my desires is freeing. I'm done with being trapped, locked away from what I want. No more untried curiosities.
“It won’t be like being with another human,” he warns.
I smile. “I don’t have any experience with humans or demons, so it’s all new to me either way.”
A soft chuckle escapes his throat, igniting a fire in my core. His hands slide over me, gentle and slow. He’s watching me for my reaction. I shiver, wanting him to ravage me, own me, make me submit to his dark desires.
I close my eyes briefly. “I want you to do this. I need you to do this. And you’re my husband.”
The word husband causes him to growl possessively as he begins to slide my clothes off. I know he could probably use his powers, but he’s mindful that this is my first time. Would a human man have cared so much?
A chill runs through me as the air hits my body, more exposed than I've ever been. A tingle runs up my spine, and I open my eyes, my gaze clashing with his. I see the need he's no longer hiding from me, and my stomach makes a crazy loop. He wants me. Desperately.
I never dreamed a man would look at me like this. It was all fantasy until now. Seeing his need empowers me.
“Can I?” I ask as I reach for his clothes.
