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The house was quiet and I glanced at the clock. It was a little after three in the afternoon. I fished out my phone and stared at the home screen. No missed calls. Well, at least they hadn’t started a search party. Instead of heading toward the back of the house where Steve and Jennifer’s home office was, to see if they were there, I climbed the stairs, heading to the bathroom to clean up. The mint freshness of the toothpaste felt good in my sour mouth and I stared at my bloodshot eyes. Disappointment raked across my skin and I dropped my gaze. I didn’t want to psychoanalyze my behavior.
I knew I went too far.
The warm water of the shower washed away the dried evidence of a wild night and I stood under the spray, contemplating Steve’s reaction to my lapse of judgment. I knew Steve was going to be pissed when he found out I got wasted. I just hoped he wouldn’t get a glimpse of my drug induced sexcapades. I shut off the water and wrapped a towel around my waist. I didn’t think twice about stepping out of the bathroom in only a towel, but when the door opened and Naomi’s surprised gaze met mine, I halted.
“Where is everyone,” she asked.
I shrugged and smiled at the way her eyes bounced from mine to my bare chest.
“What the hell happened to you?”
My smile faded and I took a good look at my chest for the first time since I left Jenna’s. Deep welts crisscrossed my skin, like the girls had raked their nails across me in the heat of our sexual tryst, but the thing that drew breath from my lungs was the five punctures wounds surrounding my heart, just deep enough to penetrate skin, but not deep enough to do lasting damage. It was like someone, or something, had tried to rip out my heart.
Cold terror layered over me and I snapped my gaze to hers while I reached for the door to steady myself. I didn’t realize just how close the devil’s bid for my soul had come to succeeding.
“I... uh,” I didn’t know what to say and she shifted the baby on her shoulder.
“Who did this to you?” Concern filled her features, causing Grace to let out a wail. Naomi reached for me, her fingers tracing the bloodless welts before her gaze met mine again. “Lucifer?” she asked in a hushed voice.
“I honestly don’t know,” I said. I had no memory of anything but mind-altering drugs and kinked-out sex. Lucifer’s offer surfaced, the seductive whisper, my consideration, the pain... and everything snapped into place.
My eyes widened and my grip on the doorframe tightened.
In a manner of speaking, I had come so close to being royally fucked. The thought produced a high pitched laugh and I ran my hand through my hair. Sidestepping Naomi, I headed to my bedroom, closing the door on the questions in her eyes.
No wonder everything hurt, those girls were possessed by more than just drugs, and the things they did brought me to my knees. Before they turned the tables on me, I ravished the depths of their pussies, their asses, and their mouths, coming more times than humanly possible.
I vaguely remember lounging in the chair, while Jenna sprinkled what I thought was coke in my lap. She put a light layer on her breast and pulled my mouth toward her. The white powder numbed my mouth and brought me back to relative consciousness before sending me into orbit.
They had an array of toys and while I seemed to float in and out of awareness, they played with their toys, pleasuring each other until their moans drenched me. I recall drinking from something they handed me and then whispers filled my world, warning me, telling me to wake up, but I ignored them, letting the numb pleasure take over.
I woke at one point with my wrists tied behind my back and the rope nearly strangling me. Jenna had my ear between her teeth and her hand around my cock while her friend sucked and sucked like I had the secret to immortality hidden in my dick.
My drug induced haze cleared when her hips pressed against my backside and I realized I was the benefactor of one of her toys. I struggled, choking on the pressure from the bindings, my body tingling back to life from her vigorous thrusts. There was no pain, and a different level of ecstasy gripped me. Jenna’s grunts mixed with the others and my entire body seized, my orgasm flooding the mouth of the sucking queen.
Jenna’s hands ripped across my chest, drawing the crisscross pattern Naomi saw and she didn’t slow her pace. The ominous whisper in my ear, along with the pain in my chest, brought me to another brink; a brink filled with empty promises as her nails slid into my flesh.
How I wanted to say yes, the idea of ravishing Naomi, taking her any way I damned well pleased was so appealing, even though I knew how wrong it all was. I was so close to giving in when another mouth latched onto my hardening member, sucking me into submission.
My father’s voice filled my head with a warning that overshadowed everything else and the rope holding me hostage snapped.
I had the wherewithal to yank her hand from my chest and buck her off before the word “no” slipped from my lips. Jenna’s cheeks flushed in anger and then her friend pushed me against the wall, resuming the task of swallowing every inch of me. My eyes rolled back with the next wave.
I didn’t remember anything after that.
I sat down on my bed, aroused at the memories and disgusted with myself for being such a fucking freak. Demons sure knew how to take advantage of a guy when he’s down.
My bedroom door opened and Tom stared at me, his eyes widening at the raw scrapes crossing my chest.
“Why didn’t you tell me she was a drug-crazed bitch in heat?” I asked. I couldn’t help the flare of anger that surfaced and he closed the door behind him.
“Drugs?” he signed and cocked his head.
“Yes. She was a regular fucking drug store.” I pulled my pants on, zipping them up before meeting his gaze.
“Like what?”
“Pot. Coke. She had pills, too, but I have no idea what they were.” I stared at him and then dropped my gaze. “Hell, they could have been roofies for all I know,” I added and opened the bureau, pulling out a sweater and slipping it over my head. “And she wasn’t alone.”
Tom’s lips stretched into a grin that just fueled my anger.
“Did you know she has toys, too.”
His eyebrow shot up in the silent question and I saw a little of his memories as he thought about his experience with Jenna. It was eons tamer than what I experienced, without a toy in sight.
I laughed.
“In comparison to last night, your roll in the hay with her was nothing more than a boring workout,” I said and his mouth popped open into a small ‘o’ of surprise. “Yeah, imagine three girls and every conceivable position you can think of, and then add a half a dozen more that you’ve never dreamed of,” I said and he grinned. “It’s not grin worthy, Tom. Fucking three girls while in a drug-induced haze isn’t something to pat me on the back for.”
His smile dropped. “You got wasted?”
“Out of my god damned mind.” I ran the brush through my wet hair, slicking it back before turning and facing my brother. “And I’m not sure it was Jenna.”
His brow scrunched. “What do you mean?”
“I think she and her friends were possessed by more than just the drugs.” I looked out the window at the ocean. “Maybe I was, too, for a bit.” When I turned back in his direction, his arms crossed and he waited for more of an explanation.
“It seems the devil wants my soul.”
Tom shrugged. “The devil wants everyone’s soul,” he signed.
I couldn’t argue with him there, but he didn’t understand exactly why Lucifer was targeting me. “He wants me because I can destroy Damian and deliver Naomi and Grace to the twisted fuck.”
Tom’s arms slowly unfolded and his eyes widened as the scope of the devil’s tricks unfolded in his mind.
“And the bastard somehow knows I’ve got the hots for Naomi,” I admitted and Tom laughed.
“She is beautiful,” he signed and his cheeks turned red.
It made me feel marginally better that my brother had the same attraction to the woman. “Yeah, but she’s in love with Damian, all the way down to the cellular level, like Mom was with Dad.” I leaned against the bed. “Unfortunately, Lucifer knows I’m... vulnerable, right now, and he is playing with me.”
“How?”
“He’s throwing some serious instruments of seduction at me.” I met his gaze and saw the confusion in his eyes. Before he could ask, I continued, “There was a nurse at the hospital. I was exhausted and she showed me to the nurse’s lounge.”
“What happened?”
I looked up at him. “She was hot.” I couldn’t help the smile that played on my lips. “After we screwed around, she tried to persuade me to let Lucifer in, just like Jenna did last night. Unfortunately, the nurse had the gall to reveal the demon inside her and I annihilated the bitch.”
“Annihilated?”
“Turned her to dust,” I said and snapped my fingers. “Gone, dead, whatever.”
“You killed a nurse?”
“I killed a demon,” I corrected.
He dropped his gaze, his mind jumped to Jenna and his eyes snapped back to mine.
“No, I didn’t kill Jenna,” I answered the unspoken question. “I probably should have, but I was too far gone. Hell, between the drugs and the mind blowing sex, I almost said yes to her.” I met his gaze. “I think Dad somehow got a warning through to me.”
Shock transformed his face. “But...”
“Yeah, I know, he’s gone, locked behind the pearly gates with the rest of the fallen angels, but I swear he got a message through to me.”
“What did he say?”
I chuckled. “He told me to get my shit together.”
Tom smiled. “Sounds like something Dad would say,” he signed.
“Yeah.” I didn’t have anything else to add to the conversation, so I just shrugged and dug my hands into my pockets, wincing at the scrape of my knuckles on the fabric. I looked at the floor. “Do me a favor?” I asked without looking up at him.
“Sure?” his voice echoed in my head and I met his gaze.
“If I fuck up, I want you to be the one to take me out.”
His complexion paled and he shook his head.
“You’d be the only one I’d let close enough, Tom. You’re family and if I screw up for some ungodly reason, you’ve got to kill me. Otherwise...” My gaze dropped to the ground. I didn’t want to entertain what would happen if the devil got his way.
“No.” His perfect enunciation pulled my gaze to him. Tom crossed the room and grabbed a fistful of my shirt, pulling me close to his furious features. “You will not screw up.” His words came from his mind, not his tightly clamped mouth and they came with the power of a hurricane, ringing in my ears as his eyes leveled the challenge.