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"Couldn't you just clean me up with your magic?" I mumble, wincing at the soreness between my legs.
Mammon grins. "And where's the fun in that? Any excuse to touch this sweet pussy. I like taking care of you."
He snaps his fingers, and the cloth vanishes. Climbing back into bed, he tugs me against his side. I curl into him, loving his solidness and warmth.
"Sleep, my queen," he murmurs, resting his chin on my head.
And I do.
Chapter Eight
Mammon
I sprawl on my throne, ignoring the country-music-star-in-the-making drone on about how she wants to bring the world to its knees with her music. My thoughts are on my new bride as I stroke one of my horns. I smile as I recall how Penelope gripped them last night as she rode me, bringing us both to a mind-numbing orgasm.
It's been a month since I took her virginity. She's no longer "pure" in a physical sense. I've fucked her in every room of the house; on the dining table, against the wall, bent over the back of the couch, in the shower.
And my kinky kitten has enjoyed every moment. Who knew my virgin bride had a dark side in the bedroom? She loves it when I'm dominant, when I take her hard and rough. So what is this part of me that wants to hold and cherish her once we've sated our physical needs? The part that responds to the adoration in her eyes as she comes apart on my cock and when I bring her gifts I think she'll like?
She loves me. She hasn't said the words, but I see it in her eyes when she looks at me, especially when I'm deep inside her. If, indeed, it is love she feels. I'm a fucking demon. I've never loved anyone, nor had anyone love me, so how would I know? Perhaps it's puppy love and will fade in time.
It surprises me how much that idea bothers me. She's everything I never knew I needed. She's the bright star in my inky night sky. And she shines so beautifully, guiding me to her effortlessly with her warmth and joy.
I scrub a hand over my face. I need a break from The Below. I want Penelope and that want is all-consuming, but there's only one of me, only so much I can give her and still fulfill my quota of souls for Lucifer.
“Sign here,” I say once the musician's annoying drone finally stops, summoning the materials needed to make the trade.
The human vanishes, and instead of another human taking her place, Lucifer appears in his angel form, his alabaster wings spread wide. His smug grin causes me to grit my teeth in annoyance. I don't need his nonsense today. My tail whips in frustration. It's my tell, letting Lucifer know that his presence has unsettled me.
“How’s married life?” Lucifer asks in the silvery voice of an angel fallen from Heaven.
I don't meet his gaze. “It suits me. Why?”
Lucifer clucks his tongue disapprovingly. “So touchy, Mammon. It seems your new wife has become a distraction from your duties.” He circles my throne, swiping a finger over the arm and removing a speck of dust. His gaze homes in on mine. “Your numbers are going down.”
Because my wife won’t stop going down, I think, but keep it to myself. “The humans are distracted with their holidays at the moment. The numbers always go down at this time of year.”
Lucifer's eyes narrow, clearly not buying my excuse.
I wave my hand dismissively. It's important that the King of Hell doesn't know how crucial my wife has become to me. He'll only use her as a bargaining chip. “Can we get to the point, Lucifer? I don’t have time for this.”
Any moment now, Penelope’s thoughts will turn to what she wants to try in the bedroom next. Her sexual needs reach me loud and clear since we became intimate. I'll hear those thoughts and be drawn to her. I know this from experience. My little virgin bride has turned into a demon in the bedroom—pun intended.
But I need to find a balance. My job is to fill Hell with fresh souls, after all, but I want to spend that time with my wife, to lose myself in her as I do every time I touch her. This is all new to me, and I don't like it, but I'm beginning to think I've fallen in love with my brave, feisty little kitten.
“Your absence from your throne of late has been noticed. Be careful you don’t lose your new bride before you can break her in properly,” Lucifer says, the threat inherent in his words.
“What do you mean, lose her? Why would I lose her?” I demand, trying not to let Lucifer know he's scored a direct hit.
“Oh, you know how it is down here. Everyone looking for more power. Slip in your duties, and someone else is waiting to slide into your place. Not to mention, you've made enemies down here. They would love a tasty little morsel like your wife, Mammon. You'd be wise to remember that she's nothing but a tight hole to sate your needs."
I grit my teeth at Lucifer's crude description, wanting to rip his inflated head from his shoulders. "Penelope is a novelty that will wear off," I say, forcing the words out with feigned nonchalance.
"You need to tread carefully, Mammon. You’re making a lot of mistakes.” Lucifer stands up straight, looking at his immaculate claws before returning his gaze to me, his expression and tone sinister as he says, “Don’t let me down, and don’t cause disruption in my playground, or there will be consequences.”
Assuming a bland expression, I bow my head and nod. “Yes, Lucifer.”
“I mean it, Mammon. You've always been my best reaper. Make sure it stays that way.” Lucifer points his right index finger at me like a naughty schoolboy before disappearing in a puff of red bubbles.
