Demons Prefer Blondes (Demons Unleashed #1)(98)
“How’d you get that thing here?”
Lamia shook her head, the cackle bursting from her lips. “Does it matter? All that matters is that it’s here now.”
“Whatever.” She was probably better off not knowing, anyway.
Lamia rolled her eyes. “If you must know, I sent it to Belial while you were unconscious. Traveling isn’t just for demons you know.”
“You should start your own company.”
Lamia narrowed her eyes. “What the f*ck are you talking about?”
She shrugged. “You could make yourself a fortune as a delivery company. Call yourself ‘In-Ex.’”
“In-Ex?” Larissa scratched her chin. “We don’t understand.”
“Infernati Express? Or maybe DPS–Demon Parcel Service.”
“We don’t want our secrets exposed… until we have the world under our control.”
She should’ve known these evil demons wouldn’t have a sense of humor. They never did. And there went her chance to stall them.
“Enough lollygagging! We need to start the ceremony as soon as possible!” Belial grabbed her by her bound wrists and dragged her toward the chest.
“Hey,” she ground through her teeth as she struggled away from his grip. “Is that any way to handle your future wife?”
“Ahh, my dear Lucia. It’s about time you embraced your new destiny.” His lips curved into a menacing grin. “Shall I ring your father? You need someone to give you away, do you not?”
“My father doesn’t give a shit about me or my mother. He only cares about all the sex fiends he controls.” The lie that flowed effortlessly from her lips still sent aching pain to her chest. Yes, he left, but now she knew why. He loved her mother and her and didn’t want them harmed by evil. Little did he know, though, evil always found a way. It was her duty to stop it. For the world, for her family. For Rafe.
“Sucks to be you, doesn’t it?” Swiping a strand of blonde hair from her cheek, Larissa sauntered next to her. The tight black leather clung to her legs with each step. “Serves you and your mother right. Lilu belongs with me.”
Yep. It was confirmed. Larissa was dumb. She truly believed she’d end up with Lilu and become queen? Had she not heard a word of what her partner in crime uttered? Or was she completely under Lamia’s control? Of course, she was.
Time to test the waters. “What will you do when Lamia kills Lilu?”
“She’s not going to kill him,” Larissa replied, her ice-blue eyes sparking.
“But he won’t be king anymore, and you’ll be nothing.”
Larissa growled, her nostrils wide and flaring. “Bullshit!”
Lucy scratched her chin. “That’s what she said when you were looped out in the car.”
“Enough!” Lamia bellowed. “Don’t listen to her. She’s trying to turn you against me.”
Larissa narrowed her eyes and turned her glare to Lamia, to Lucy, and back to Lamia again. “What will happen when you take over the Sexubis?”
“Nothing! Lilu will still be king of those not willing to join me.”
“Oh,” Larissa said, her brow scrunching. “I see.”
Something told Lucy she didn’t, but she wasn’t going to argue that point. The first step was to get the cuffs off. “So when can I get these things off?” she asked, with a clank of silver.
Belial stomped over to the pit and looked inside the chest. “Are you ready, my subjects?”
The shouts and wails erupted in the air. Moans and groans echoed in wretched agony. “Not quite ready.”
Oh hell no. If this bastard wanted to marry her, he’d have to do it without restraints. “Would you rather have a willing or unwilling bride?”
Belial scratched the golden growth of hair on his chin, his amber eyes sparking. “I suppose I can make some sort of arrangement for your release.” He motioned to Lamia. “Unlock her.”
What? That’s all she needed to do? Ask? She should’ve just laid the honey on Lamia earlier. Then again, never mind. The bitch didn’t even deserve a layer of lye.
“Is it wise, my liege?” Lamia asked, her head bowed to the ground. Now if that wasn’t a sight. The woman—erm—thing was a tool after all.
“Very wise. Now do as I say and stop questioning me!”
“Yes, my lord Belial.” She turned to Larissa. “The key?”
Wow. The Infernati worked on a pyramid scheme. If these demons were businessmen, Belial would be a billionaire and those below him wouldn’t know what hit them. How utterly ironic! But she wasn’t complaining. It would get her out of these cuffs after all. Then she could show these *s her new kick-ass kung-fu moves.
With a nod, Larissa reached into her shirt and produced the key. Her face contorted into a contemptuous sneer, she brushed past Lucy. “Here, master.” Kneeling before Belial, she kept her face toward the snow-packed ground, her hand outstretched.
What the hell kind of nightmare did she end up in? A bondage peep show? What was next? Whips and chains? “If you expect me to get on my knees and kiss your stinky feet, you got another thing coming.”
“Oh, my dear betrothed, I do enjoy your sharp tongue. Such a welcome breath of fresh air.”