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Penelope's face has always been a blur, but now, standing in my earthly mansion of darkness, I look upon her face for the first time.
And…Unholy. Fucking. Hell. It's the most enchanting face I've ever seen. Big brown eyes. Small button nose. Plump pink lips. All set in a rounded face with high cheekbones. And she has the most delicious body I've ever laid eyes on. Her white dress shows off her sumptuous breasts and wide hips. Her dark brown hair tumbles over her shoulders in glossy waves, causing my fingers to itch with the desire to sift through those silky strands. I come alive in places I thought were long dead. I want her. Fuck, I want her. I want to devour her, bury my tongue in her tight cunt, and drown in her decadent femininity.
And then she takes one look at me and screams.
Huh. Seems the attraction is not mutual. Yet all I can think about is turning those screams of shock and terror into screams of ecstasy as she comes on my mouth. Yes, I'll make it my mission to have her screaming my name as she shatters into a million shards of pleasure on my cock.
I mean, I get it. She's a little surprised. This is no ordinary wedding. The "priest," Choden, is the demon of lust, and the wedding vows are mainly one-sided. The not-so-happy bride continues to scream throughout the vows until her father silences her with a sharp slap across her face.
I lunge toward him with a snarl, arm raised, talons aching to tear his flesh from his bones. Choden steps between us, knowing I cannot break the contract by killing the fucker. Only Fate can decide his death.
I bare my teeth at Forest Truman. "Touch her again, and I will make your remaining years on this mortal coil a fucking nightmare."
He steps back, his eyes wide with fear, his palms raised in acquiescence. Penelope may not be mine yet, but close enough. Nobody will harm her. Ever.
A tear trickles down the cheek he struck as she looks at her father like he's a stranger. The utter devastation on her face causes something to shift in my empty chest. I try to pinpoint it. Protectiveness? Possessiveness? Both are foreign to me.
It's clear that Penelope is completely blindsided by this marriage. Her father has told her nothing. No wonder she's scared. Inter-species relationships have become more common since the monsters of lore appeared, but I'm sure she never expected her father to marry her to a demon.
I raise my hand slowly so I don't startle her and gently wipe away the tear. Her chocolate eyes roam over me, moving from the gleaming black horns on my head and down my chest and legs to my feet. When they rise to meet mine, a shock sizzles through my chest and arcs down my stomach to my balls. My cock swells instantly, making me almost light-headed.
I may be a demon, but this woman is some kind of witch weaving a spell around me.
Penelope holds my gaze. I'm encouraged when she doesn't pull away from my touch, and a spark ignites in her eyes, hinting at an inner strength. Good. She'll need it.
Choden clears his throat. “Let's continue. Mammon, do you promise to protect your bride, perform your husbandly duties, and continue your allegiance to Lucifer?”
“I do,” I reply, my gaze fixed on Penelope.
Damnation, she's beautiful, even with her swollen eyes and the mark her father left on her smooth cheek. The sight stirs my anger again, and I clench my hands into fists at my sides. The fucker will pay. Not today or tomorrow, but he will pay. There will be a special corner of Hell reserved solely for him. He thinks he only bartered the life of his unborn child when he came to me that day, but he should've known better.
“Penelope, do you promise to obey Mammon in all things?” Choden asks, turning to my bride expectantly.
It's not every day that a demon takes a wife or a husband, but it happens enough that Choden is used to screaming and hysterics.
Demons don't woo or love; they take and torture. Although, the thought of making children with my bride makes me eager to get the wedding over with.
I turn to Penelope, allowing the full force of my power to blaze through my eyes. I find a crack in her mental armor, infiltrate her mind, and fill it with the need to be mine. I fill it with desire and all the things she imagined on her wedding day. Suddenly, her tears dry up. She smiles at me, and damn if that smile doesn't find a crack in my mental armor, pouring sunshine through the fissure into my dark, empty spaces. What. The. Fuck? This woman is turning the tables on me without even trying.
Gritting my teeth, I hold on to the rapidly fraying thread tethering my mind to hers. I heave a breath of relief when she turns to Choden with a gleeful nod.
“I do,” she whispers, reaching for me, her face shining with an emotion that causes my breath to stall in my lungs.
Fuck, I want her to look at me like that without my influence.
I release the connection with her, my job done. Penelope's hands fall to her sides, and she blinks as if waking from a deep sleep. I school my features, trying to look impassive when I'm shaken down to the soul I don't possess.
The important thing is that Penelope has agreed to marry me. The rest, I'll allow to come naturally. Unless it takes too long, in which case I may have to "persuade" her again.
Another emotion twinges in my stomach. Now what? Guilt? Again, I've never experienced it, so I'm unsure.
Choden pronounces us husband and wife, creating yet another unwanted sensation in the middle of my chest. I ignore it and turn to my bride’s father. “You have what you want. I have what I want. You can leave now. But know this: when your time comes, you will join us in The Below. And it won’t be pleasant. Enjoy your time on Earth. You won’t enjoy the rest of eternity, I assure you, because I will see to it personally.”
Forest frowns. "That wasn't what we agreed?—"
I click my fingers before he can finish, sending the asshole back to his car. He will never be allowed near Penelope again. I nod to Choden, who smirks and disappears with a snap of his fingers, leaving me alone with my new bride.
“Come, little one. Let us have a drink to calm your nerves. Maybe get you out of that torture device you’re wearing,” I say, taking her small hand in mine.
