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It’s not that I don’t know how to talk to people or that I dislike people... well, I do dislike a lot of people. It’s just that something has always felt off. Like I don’t belong.
Or maybe it has to do with wanting a man to be able to take control of me, for once. I’m always in my own head, and I just want the release of not constantly overthinking.
The last thing I hear before I go is a deep voice. A voice that would probably make others tremble, but it fills me with warmth. “It’s alright, love. You’re coming home now.”
“Eyes are up here, love,” he teases, and I swallow. I’m not going to look at Satan’s dick. I’m not going to look at Satan’s dick.
“You might hate me, but this wet pussy sure as fuck loves being wrapped around my fingers.”
“Only I can give you this, and you know it. You want to come, you want to dance. You come to me.” “But–” “Know that if I see you with another demon, you’re condemning them to death, Lilith. I don’t fucking share, and you belong to me whether you want to admit it or not.”
“You can’t just finger fuck a girl in a hallway and then not say anything. It’s rude.”
“You won’t compare me to Lily?” I ask. He smiles and shakes his head. “There’s no comparison, love. My darkness calls to yours.”
“Cheeky little demon. Are you going to be my good girl, or are you going to be my little brat tonight?”
Mortals spend all of their short, miserable lives searching for what they think Heaven will bring them. But I know if they got to experience even a fraction of what I just had, they would know utopia isn’t in the clouds but inside of a beautiful woman who means more than any world ever created.
