"Am I invited?" I asked him softly with a frown. "Well, all partners and slaves are invited. In which category do you fall now?" He asked me. Adrian walked towards me, his eyes on Micah. "I'm my own category, you should know that by now." I answered with a wink.Micah grinned at me. "You sure are interesting, Amorino." He said with a scanning gaze. "You speak Italian?" I asked in shock. A demon, speaking multiple human languages?"Gabrielle." Adrian said behind me. I turned around. "Yes, my King," I said whilst stepping towards him. I dipped my head to Micah and Samael. They both looked from me to Adrian. Adrian walked to the door, and I followed him without looking back. Eyes burned holes in my back.The door shut behind me with a heavy click and I was thrown into darkness again. "How old are you?" I hissed at the darkness. He grabbed my hand and pulled me forward. I ignored the comfortable, intense connection. "Age is just a number." He responded evasively. "And poison is just food.
"Adrian. You're not fighting fair." I whispered. I said the words, but oh, I was never going to win this fight. I was lost already. Lost to him. "I'm not used to fighting fair." He whispered back. His lips almost touched mine and his breath fanned over my mouth like it whispered sweet promises to me. Sweet promises that I wanted fulfilled. "I want you." The words left me without a second thought. Adrian's hands gripped me tighter, his breathing deep. His forehead touched mine. My hand went to his neck. "Adrian! The kingdom is going nuts!" Micah shouted from outside the door. A loud knock on the door followed. Adrian snapped his head back with a snarl. It woke me up. I was definitely still under the lust influence, but Micah's voice was like a splash of cold water on my hot skin. Could he hear us? "Fuck off, brother." Adrian loudly stated with an annoyed expression. I pushed Adrian slightly. He stepped away from me, but kept his hands on my hips. My feet touched the ground again. "T
"A plan?" Adrian asked him. I could practically smell the annoyed look on his face. "To keep her by your side." Ren answered. I swirled my head to the door. Were they talking about me? Did Adrian have another woman? "Go on." Adrian stated. His annoyed voice was gone. "If I am by your side, if I am crowned, you can keep her. She knows me, she will be comfortable with me." Ren voiced. What the fuck was going on? Ren crowned? Was Ren going to be King of Envy? That was impossible, right, he wasn't from envy? It was silent for a moment until Adrian started talking again. "You mean to tell me that you will be my-" "GABRIELLE!" Guela screeched my name and I whirled around in absolute horror. I stared at the red haired woman in shock, pure shock, with my mouth open, and then snapped my head at the door. Guela looked at me angrily and without thinking, I twirled around and ran away from her, in an unknown direction. I heard the door open but didn't look back to see who opened. Fuck fuck fu
"Guela. Can I ask you something?" I softly asked, looking at the ceiling. I heard an approved mumble. "You said you're preparing me for the king. Can I kiss him?" The question was burning in my head this entire time. I just couldn't fathom why I wasn't allowed to kiss Adrian, and had a feeling that maybe Ren made it all up. Guela came close. "No. Never kiss the King. Under any circumstances." She was lighting candles and putting them around the bed. So Ren didn't make it all up. "A king only kisses his queen." She stated. Well. Put a crown on my head and call me your Majesty then. Guela noticed the question in my eyes. "You won't have to worry about it. Don't touch him without his permission. It's... Difficult." Guela said. She grabbed one of my wrists, and brought it to one of the bed posts to fasten it. "Why though?" I asked, not even noticing her movements. "Do not ask questions when you're the sub, Gabrielle." Guela said whilst walking to my other wrist. I stayed silent. My
He was still staring at me intensely, his eyes never even looked at Guela leaving. My body was on fire. He took three steps forward, and grabbed something that was against the bed. The whip. "Too bad that ass of yours is not up in the air," he said in thought whilst looking at the whip. He extended the whip, and the tip of it touched my left foot. The leather was surprisingly soft, a stark contrast to the hardness in his eyes. I swallowed and didn't answer at first. Adrenaline entered my veins. What did Guela say? Use my natural innocence? "Maybe it's a good thing my ass is not in the air. Because it's never been touched with a whip." I heard an intake of breath. Adrian walked to my side, the whip followed on my skin up. He walked around me, the whip's touch a big distraction. "Maybe we have to do something about that." Adrian stated above me. The whip left my skin, only to come down again, on the side of my hip. I jerked up and gasped and tried to bring my hands to my body, but
"I'm deciding whether to fuck you hard or not fuck you at all." He said, his head tilted like he was really deciding between the two. Why? Why did those dirty words turn me on even more? Desire filled me. "Do you want my input?" I asked him in a desperate attempt. Adrian grinned down at me, and the sound did more to me than I would ever admit. If he asked me for anything right now, I would do it. I might as well have been a servant for him. "You got to take care of what belongs to you." I said in a convincing tone. His hand covered my breast, making me moan loudly. He pinched my nipple. "Will you admit it then? That you're mine?" He asked me. His hand went past my waist, down to my hip, right on my naked skin. "Maybe if you convince me." I responded. My mind was urging him to continue with me. The hand on my naked skin felt like fucking heaven. His other hand was still next to me on the bed, and I wanted it to be on me so badly. His hand suddenly released my hip. His head came d
"What do your current partners think of this? You're putting a human above a lot of demons here." Micah reasoned. Adrian shrugged his shoulders. "I really don't care, to be honest." He said, not even one bit concerned. "What if they hate her for it, and hurt her?" Micah asked him with raised eyebrows. "They can easily kill her. Some poison in her food, a knife in her heart, a snap of her neck." Micah said next. I looked at Micah with wide eyes. I didn't doubt his words. This was another world, where murder and hate was more common than in the human realm. I think. "Do you think they dare to hurt her if she belongs to me?" Adrian asked him in a calm tone. I tightened his blazer around me. The room was dark and the two demons looked at each other calmly, their previous fight forgotten. "They might think they can get away with it. Do not forget what demons will do to stay in a high position, Adrian. They will risk everything if it means staying by the side of a king." Micah reasoned. A
There were several seats lined against one wall and we all took our seats, Adrian on the far right with me next to him, Luzo next to me and Xael and Furgo stood by us waiting. Everybody seemed nervous and were glancing at Adrian. I guess the presence of their King was not to be taken lightly. Every single woman was still eyeing Adrian up and down, making me feel like insects were crawling over my skin. The door opened and someone walked in with a massive trolley. With on top of it a big, black cage. The perfect size for someone to dance in. "These are the cages that we ordered. What do you think, Elle?" Furgo asked, his eyes still nervously looking over at Adrian. I scanned the cage. "Good size. But let's spray paint them gold." I loudly stated. "That is a fantastic idea!" Luzo excitedly said next to me. She held a notebook in her hand, the same as the previous servant had in her hands the last time. I smiled at her and nodded a thank you. Adrian on my right was a dominating presen