Page 14 of Her Demon Daddy
The silence that falls between us pierces my being. It’s the loudest thing I’ve ever heard besides his robes dragging on the library carpet. I look down at my plate, not wanting him to see me watching him as he walks back and forth.
The sound of his robes scratching the carpet stops, and I look up at him. He’s stopped pacing and is facing me. He holds up a hand and points to me with a long, gray finger.
“I’m claiming you.”
“Claiming me?”I react more than respond, standing from my chair and facing him. “Need I remind you that I won’t be your fuck or your food.”
“No.” He dismisses my comment with a wave and begins walking around his desk to his chair. “I want you for neither of those reasons, and it’s been a while since I’ve had someone to talk to…” He stops mid-pace after saying the last sentence briefly before continuing to walk to his chair. He sits and folds his hands in his lap. his hood raised enough that I can tell he’s looking at me, even without seeing his eyes. “I’ve decided you’ll be my companion,” he exhales as he says the words, and I try to process them.
Companion? What does that even entail? That kind of sounds like I’m going to be fucked.I think, but I don’t want to express my concerns. I’ve already pushed him far today, and I was petrified after I asked about his hood. I don’t want to scare him or myself anymore.
I nod slowly and look at the floor before looking up at him again and taking a deep breath. “Fine.”
“What?” he asks as if he’s confused.
“I said…fine,” I respond, more confused than he is as to why he’s surprised. He’s aKing,for God’s sake.
He stands and clears his throat before lifting his chin toward the door and waving his hand, beckoning for someone to enter. I turn around as the doors open and see his aides ready to serve him.
“Take her back,” he says darkly as he waves me away.
The servants grab me, and I leave his chambers, the paint mixing in my head again as I replay our conversation. What does this mean for the other women and me? Will another’s soul be taken because he wants me for something else? Why did he pick me? More importantly, how am I going to escape him?
8
ASMODEUS
Iwatch the girl I’ve claimed as my companion smile as she walks into my bedroom. I feel delighted, almost giddy, as the image of her lying on my bed crosses my mind. Almost instinctively, she walks to my bed and sprawls on it, smiling at me like she’s been waiting for this moment.
I stare at her legs and thighs through her sheer white dress, my heart pounding. She’s captivating, almost intoxicating, when her body is wrapped in my sheets. I need to see more of her, and she needs to see me.
I slowly reach my hands up and push my hood back, watching her face intently for a response. What I expect to see are shock and terror, but her lips curl into a devilish grin. I stand before her, unmasked and craving her. Not her soul or flesh. I want to make her mine, and I want her to like it.
She lifts a finger and pats the bed, beckoning me to her. Like I’ve been put under a spell, I walk toward her, taking my robes off slowly as I stare at her pouting lips. I undress in front of her, noticing her gaze over my abdomen as I drop my shirt to the floor. She sits up in bed and takes off her dress, the sight of the sleeves falling from her arms making me hard.
My pants drop to the floor, and her dress comes off, revealing her curves and breasts. I look at the white thong hugging her hips, and I can’t wait to rip it off with my teeth. I climb into bed next to her and run my fingertips up her warm neck, leaning in to kiss her.
Her eyes are slightly closed, and she parts her lips as she looks at me with admiration. I lean in closer, her breath hot on my lips, craving her taste as she wraps her hand around the back of my neck. Our lips almost touch when her mouth opens wide, and she screams.
I cover my ears. It’s shrill and sharp, and when I look at her, her face morphs into every woman whose soul I’ve given to Oltyx. I close my eyes to shut out the images, and when I open them, I’m crouched in the corner of my childhood home. I turn around, the scream still piercing my ears, and see my mother shrieking from the other room, her eyes blank and hands shaking from the vibrations.
I run to her to try to stop her and calm her down. When I get into the room, she whips around and stops screaming. The silence feels good in my ten-year-old ears. my hearing shouldn’t be damaged yet. Her hand grips my arm, looks fiercely into my eyes, and points at the statue I broke as a child.
“Another valuable broken because ofyou,”she shouts. “Another valuable worth ten times as much as you, wasted because of your antics!” She leans down and gets in my face, her eyes furious and the scowl on her face horrifying. “You willneverbe King.”
She stands up and begins shrieking again, and I cover my ears. Darting out of the room, I run through endless hallways with twists and turns until I round a corner to the door to our garden. I open it, step outside and emerge the age I am today. I cry like I did as a child as I walk among the flowers and plants.
I stop to wipe the tears from my eyes, and when I open them, my cousin Vag’thimon is in front of me with a smirk. He folds his arms and stares down at me viciously, pointing to the door.
“Did you hear her?”
“She’s not right!” I shout at him. “Iwillbe King! Idohave what it takes!”
“Prove it,” he whispers before striking me with his hand.
I jump onto him, throwing punches as I feel him hit my ribcage, and I cringe and strike back with an uppercut to his jaw. We roll onto the ground, and he stands over me, beating me until my arms weaken, and I give up.
I look at him from half-closed eyes, feeling the pain deepen in my body from his punches. He leans down and smacks me slightly, making me open my eyes wide as he scoffs and shakes his head.