I Accidentally Summoned a Demon Boyfriend (Accidents Happen, #1)

by Jessica Cage

“Booty juice? What the hell is booty juice? Is that a new drug or some shit?” “No! It’s little drippings from the crack of his dirty ass!”

The idea of making new friendships as an adult sounded as appealing as detangling my hair with a fine-toothed comb. With everyone bringing their own bag of drama and prejudices, tiptoeing around them became a nightmare.

“You called?” the deep voice spoke from the corner where the apparent intruder stood. “Oh, hell no!” I bolted for the door, titties flopping with each step.

“Do not praise God when looking at my dick,” he ordered. “Oh, my… devil?” I frowned and forced my eyes away from his member to look up at him.

“I’m not delusional. I’m darkness, and if you’re not careful, I’ll devour you.”

“Keep yourself safe—unless you want me to drag you to hell with me.”

“If you want to eat, you’ll politely ask me to supply you with a meal like a good girl.” “You’re out of your mind.” I rolled my eyes. Had I read that line in a book, I would have been swooning, but in reality, it made me want to pop him in his thick forehead.

If Metice wants to play with me, he better learn quickly that I’m skilled in mind games. You don’t grow up with fifteen boy cousins and not come out of it with a few lessons in how to twist a man’s mind.

“Hell is a masterpiece of beauty. The air is without pollution, the trees are all fruitful. Anyone can live off the land without concern of poison or punishment. You humans don’t know what you’re missing out on.”

“Let me?” His words did two things to me. They terrified me… and they turned me on. Dammit girl, get it together.

“Throw on top of that toxic recipe that I’m a black woman in the world that tells me every damn day that no matter how impressive I am, I’m unwanted. If I step outside of my race, I’m a traitor to my people. But then I’m finding more and more often that the black men, the men who should want me, who should uplift me, don’t. Not the way I am. They’re stuck on having women be submissive, but they give us nothing to submit to.

“What is it with villains and going after dogs? Did your mother not hug you enough as a child?” “Pets are easy targets, and you humans are all so emotionally driven.” She chuckled and straightened her collar. “I will never understand why you get so emotionally attached to things you really should be eating. Imagine how great a poodle tastes roasted with a good chili sauce.”

“Not my coffee maker!” I cried out when I found my top-of-the-line machine broken in half. “Evil ass bitch!”

“Well, doesn’t that just hit the ‘man making decisions for a woman without taking her opinion into account at all’ nail on the head?”

“You human women are insane.” I laughed. “We sure are. The men made us that way.”

“You’re mine, and I want to take my time with what’s mine. I want to savor you, learn you, be everything you need me to be. Please, let me take my time with you.”

For too long, I’d been sitting across poorly lit tables from men who probably wouldn’t defend me against a fly. Now, there was one in my life who literally faced demons from hell to save me. Call me a stereotype, but that shit was sexy.