Chapter 25

CHAPTER

TWENTY-FIVE

IZA

After trekking through Chastion with cum drooling down my thighs, I waddled up a set of house steps in the city center. For our entire walk back to Acaros's place, Acaros seemed … different. More confident, cocky even.

As soon as I stepped into Acaros's house, unfamiliar sensations shot through my system. Shadows and dark ethereal lights in the front room danced on the dark stone walls as a source of light, casting mesmerizing patterns on the furniture.

Talk about this place being wildly different from his apartment on Earth.

On Earth, his high-rise had a broody billionaire vibe to it. This felt like a demon space.

I continued to walk through the house, the air charged with an alluring energy and the scent of incense that did all sorts of terrible things to my … pussy. The wetness between my thighs seemed to only grow.

After calming myself—as much as I could—I grazed my fingers across the fallen-angel sculptures that adorned the corner of the living room, representing creatures that I had once only thought were mythological.

A plush obsidian-black velvet couch lay in the center of the living room, adorned with crimson throw pillows that seemed to pulsate. Yes, pulsate. Like a damn vibrator. And I couldn't stop freaking thinking about getting myself off on it while Acaros watched.

But … I needed to get this cum off my thighs first. Or else I'd stain his house with it.

"Do you have a bathroom?" I asked, glancing over at him. "To wipe all this cu?—"

When my gaze locked on to the bookshelf built into the wall behind Acaros, I widened my eyes. I walked over to them and drew my fingers over the spines of the books—which looked like actual human spines. Unable to help myself, I pulled one out.

The book was written in a language that I couldn't read—probably some form of demon—and had been sitting alongside ancient spell books, one that looked similar to a book that Mikayla had at our place.

"How do you like it?" Acaros asked.

"It's amazing," I whispered.

"Good, because you're going to live the rest of your life here."

I snapped my gaze to him. "What?"

He popped open the fridge in the next room and pulled out two beer bottles that had a pink label, reading Your Favorite Passion Delight . "You heard me," he said, handing me one of the bottles and dropping it as if that explained everything.

"What are you talking about?" I pushed.

"You promised yourself to me."

Still, what the hell was he talking about?! I didn't remember?—

Fuck.

"That was in the heat of the moment," I whispered, heart pounding. "I didn't mean?—"

Acaros stalked toward me, his gaze low and dark. "Ah, it doesn't matter what you meant. You made a promise to me. You sold your soul to a demon. And I don't plan on letting you take back anything."

When he reached me, my gaze focused on his stomach in front of me. Then, I craned my head up to see his entire form looming over me. A sinister smirk was painted on his lips, which I imagined all over me.

While I had always known that he was huge, somehow, his presence here felt more than welcoming, less scary. I swallowed hard and held myself back from climbing up that man and telling him that I didn't care I had sold my soul to him.

"You're mine now," he said, capturing my chin in his hand. "Say it."

"Yours," I whispered.

" Say it ."

"I'm yours now."

"For eternity."

"For eternity."

"Good," Acaros said.

Then, in one swoop, he tossed me over his shoulder and headed through the house and up the steps. Candlelight flickered on the walls to a room at the end of a hallway. Acaros set me down, and I blinked a couple of times to regain my composure from being so close to him.

We stood in his bedroom, which looked to be carved out of the house's obsidian stone. Midnight-colored drapes hung beside the windows, letting in the soft-colored light from outside. I moved toward the bed and drew my fingers across the eerily elegant silk bedding.

Acaros disappeared into a connected room, then returned a moment later with a towel.

Instead of tossing me around like he usually did, Acaros dropped to his knees in front of me and tapped on my shin so I'd part my legs. When I did, he placed the warm and wet towel on my thighs, wiping away any trace of his cum.

My eyes widened slightly, seeing him so … soft.

The night I'd met him, he had been so hard, so uncaring. And now, he was on his knees in front of me, cleaning me off instead of forcing me to do it myself. Warmth spread through my chest, making me tingle all over my body.

Once he finished, he returned the towel to the bathroom. I sat on the bed, heart pounding. While I had lain in his bed before and fallen asleep with him, I didn't know what a night in Hell would be like.

Acaros crawled into the bed and wrapped his hands underneath my arms to pull me back with him. I lay with my back on his chest and my gaze focused on the black wall across from us.

"Are we going to have sex?" I whispered.

A low chuckle came from his throat. "If I fuck you for a third time today, you'll break."

"I will not! What do you think I am?" I exclaimed.

"A weak human."

After turning in his arms, I cuddled closer to him and placed my legs over his. "I am not."

He wrapped his arms around my torso and pulled me closer. "You don't think so?"

"Nope."

His features softened. "Oh yeah?"

"Yep."

Instead of responding with something slick, he smiled. Yes, smiled. Not one of his smirks. And it was one of the prettiest things I had ever seen. He tucked some hair behind my ear and tilted his head to the side, just a couple of centimeters.

"I think I understand how Sawyer felt," he whispered.

My brows furrowed. "Who's Sawyer?"

He smiled a bit more, a dimple forming on his left cheek. "Don't worry about it, Hellcat."