"Excuse me?"

I blinked up at him, the smirk on his unwavering. Whatever he was on, it must've been good because I don't know who he thought he was demanding such an atrocity of me. "Are you smoking something?" I knew he wanted to see what was underneath here, everyone did. It was no secret that I had a body that everyone wanted. Now that I was clean and free of the dirt and grime, hair smelling good and styled just right, even he couldn't resist the allure.

But even so, hell no. "You must be out of your god damn mind, Maddox," I folded my arms, watching the man inch closer to me, removing that tie from around his neck as he grinned widely, amusement in his eyes. "That I am, Mr. Morelli," He tilted his head, raising a brow. The top of his shirt was unbuttoned as he cracked his neck, licking his lips as if he wanted me to be drawn into him. Tough shit because it was going to be the other way around. In the end, he was going to be one who begged me to let him touch me. 

"Oh wow, look at the time," I looked at my wrist, seeing absolutely nothing. I had to get away before he used his full power and I would be unable to defy him. "I need to go feed my pet rock." I laughed nervously as the aura around him gradually darkened, his fangs looping over his lips as the door locked on his command. In this room, I wasn't the human who defied all laws and he wasn't the demon lord. We were just two men, fulfilling urges. That was what I'd like to think. "Stay here," His voice was warm and husky like melted dark chocolate dripping onto one's lips, allowing them the simple taste of the treat. I tried to gather my wits, my heart pounding at a frantic tempo. "No. Think of some other way. I'm not staying," I went to move but his stare pinned me down, a heavy blush burning my cheeks under his steady scrutiny. 

"But I want you to," My brows furrowed at the lack of attitude in the man's voice. An involuntary shiver ran down my spine as the sound of his deep voice cascading through my ears. His gaze was unwavering and intense as the room somehow closed in on us. The rebel within me wanted to roll his eyes and fold his arms and ask what his wants mattered to me. 

I watched as he leaned in, breath stuck in my throat as those gold eyes trailed from my own down to my lips and back up, the heat of his breath fanning my face. He had said something but I couldn't hear it over the intense state of his eyes. I gulped as the smell of his intoxicating cologne filled my nostrils, his warm heat radiating from his body to mine as he inched closer, the feeling of his lips somehow reflecting on mine. I could feel the goosebumps prickling on my arms as one of his fingers reached up under my chin, softly scraping the skin.

"So stay."

No person had ever affected me the way Maddox Kane did with the simple command of words. The smell of the room: leather and wood with a faint earthy scent filled my nose. Bound under his spell, I hypnotically nodded, eyes bleary. He knew what he was doing to me and judging by the shift in his aura, a wave of pure dominion washing over me, he for sure knew how to talk to me. "Your safe word will be sin, if you feel the need to use it," His words were captivating as my body lifted up off of the ground with the mere power of his hand, moving towards the dungeon table, placing me ontop. 

"Okay," I mumbled quietly, a bit uneasy. I watched as he used the tie that he was wearing and he wrapped it around my eyes, snatching the gift of sight from me. "What the fuck?" I screeched with a bit of anxiety and all of a sudden, a hand was placed on my shoulder, lips outside my ear. "Listen, Mr. Morelli," His voice was low and electrifying. "I have taken away your sights so that you will rely on your other four to feel me. I want you to relish in everything that I do to you, how I make you feel without seeing me," He breathed against my earlobe and I shuddered. 

I bit my lip, wondering what was happening. Maddox ran his finger around the nape of my neck, softly rubbing at the skin as little tremors shot through me. He was supposed to be evil. He was supposed to be killing me, torturing me. Not rubbing the back of my neck so sensually. My breath was shallow, increasing in cadence as he continued to stroke my skin, his breath fanning the open areas. "Now, lie down," With all of the power that he possessed, the demon lord ordered me to do as he said and the opposer that was I scoffed, wondering who he was talking to.

"If you do not obey me..." His tone was warning as it told me what would happen if I didn't listen. I stifled a retort and I moved down with the push of his hand, feeling heat wrapping around me. Within mere seconds, my clothes were stripped from my body, leaving me in nothing but briefs. "How should I begin?" Maddox asked with a taunt in his tone, scraping his nails from my foot up to my thigh, the sensation new to me. With a hum thrumming from his hand, restraints around my ankles and wrists bound me to the table, exposing me.

I started tugging at the restraints, not liking to be tied down. Who the hell did he think he was? "Do I want to whip you, to see those marks on your pretty skin?" This man was a fucking sadist and he clearly was bonkers. "Hmm, I think I remember telling you that you would beg me and I intend to fulfill that promise," He continued to stroke my skin with his finger, coaxing a jolt of surprise from me as the areas he touched warmed instantly. "You like that?" He whispered, his fingers circling around the dip in my hip.

"Some markings you got here," Maddox traveled his other hand up my arm, stroking the tattoos there. It seemed that someone didn't like seeing them there. Oops, I broke the law again. I closed my eyes, trying to keep my breathing under control as my cock throbbed beneath my briefs, making its imprint visible with the small bead of pre-cum. Was I really turned on by this man and his touch?

Nah, couldn't be. 

I could opt out anytime that I wanted. I was not obligated to sit here and listen to what he had to say but that impulsive part of me told me to wait it out. I couldn't lie and say that I wasn't intrigued, because I definitely was and I hated myself just a tiny bit for it. I bit my lip a little too hard, the stingy and metallic taste of blood filling my tongue, giving me the fuel that I needed to outlive this. The scent of Maddox's aftershave lingered in the air like the scent of dew, and his fingers were burning and wherever they loitered, they left behind a trail of fire.

"Soon, you'll feel how great it is to orgasm because of my touch," Two of his fingers crept up my stomach, enticing a lurch from me. I could feel the need to be satisfied. "You'll be completely at my mercy, powerless."

He continued with his onslaught, observing my every move quietly. I could sense his confidence coming from him without him even trying. "Without getting inside of you, I'll get in your mind," I could hear his breathing quickening as if he himself was getting aroused. I could feel the heat around him turning up and I let out a sharp breath, reining in my shifting emotions. I had no idea what was happening and a part of me wanted to keep it going. But I had to add a bit of me into this because I couldn't be too compliant.

"Is that all you got," I spoke defiantly, wondering what it was that he wanted to show me because as of right now, I was just living my best life. He was just touching me and as much as I liked it, it wasn't doing anything for me. I guess it was just the playboy within me begging him to show me what a good time was. If he didn't know, then I would have to show him. "Master?" I could feel the corners of my lips quirking up and I knew he was staring a hole into me. 

"Hm," He hummed darkly. "I should punish you, make you unable to sit down for weeks on end after all of those stunts you pulled," Pure, unadulterated desire, thick and hot, pooled in my stomach, enticing a gulp from me. I had no idea how to feel because I was so conflicted. This was the man who killed my parents (or so I thought) and this was the man who let us live through hell on Earth because he could and here I was, letting him caress me so beautifully. "But I shall wait and test your boundaries. Huh, what do you say," My skin prickled as he leaned down, his breath fanning over my lips as they begged to be kissed.

"Mr. Morelli?"

I tried to get the chaotic and wild sensations that his fingers were unleashing on me, an ignited fire coursing through my body as I let out a traitorous moan. Did I trust this man? Who knew? 

I felt a finger press down on my nipple and I nearly shot off of the table, the bindings keeping me rooted to the spot. I gritted my teeth, not wanting to admit that I was feeling some type of way. "Do you give me your consent to ruin you?" He asked in a dark voice, the sound of his tone traveling down my body, submerging me deep into cold water. I had no idea what he meant by that, but I nodded, not knowing that I had just signed up for my funeral. Troy, this man is your enemy. The hell are you doing? I had inner turmoil grinding up inside of me. I couldn't deny that this was so wrong, but I felt like those girls I had laid to bed with.

Erotic.

All of a sudden, the restraints were gone and my eyes were now looking into his, taking in those gold eyes as I breathed heavily. I was completely ensnared by him and I feared that because of the unforeseen outcomes. He smirked as his thumb came down to press on my bottom lip, his tongue reaching out to flick at his fang. His pupils were enlarged and I could see the shadow of his black wings. His tan face was decorated with black markings, ancient letters wrapped around a single line of his neck and his hair wild and blazing. 

I found the sight pretty attractive because I could accept that he was a sexy bastard, hate him or not. I hated the synergy that was between us because it posed as a difficulty. I sat up, rolling my eyes, feeling confusion enter me. "Forget everything that just happened," I frowned, knowing that he did more than humiliate me. I didn't even know if his true intent was to humiliate since I didn't feel like I was. 

My head felt a bit cloudy and I took a deep breath, feeling my legs tingling as a floating bliss coating my soul. Maddox chuckled as he found humor in this situation. I was being so casual with this man and I had to take a step back.

"And if you think I'm calling you Master," I raised a brow, wanting to know what he was on. He couldn't tame me. No one could. I was Troy Morelli and I was a free bird. "You got another thing coming." I stood up, body on display as I slipped back into my clothes as if nothing happened. I took a deep breath to calm my beating heart, reminding myself of why I was here in the first place, what I did.

"Is that so, Mr. Morelli?" Maddox folded his thick arms, a smirk on his lips as he raised a brow, those gold eyes gleaming with entertainment. I had to remind myself not to get into whatever he had planned because like it or not, he was the man responsible for all of my unhappiness and until he offered some semblance of an explanation, I wouldn't oblige in any more of his weird habits. 

"Yes," I growled spitefully, heading for the door, the memory of what had happened here tarnished by the unjust deeds he had committed. "Why would I call someone who killed my parents Master? The fuck do I look like?" I hissed, sensing a change in his halo. I could tell without turning around that he was upset and stoic within nature. It appeared that I had hit a nerve. Why? He had no problem hitting mine. 

I stormed out of the room, trying to find my own room. The King of Hell had his power and he could bring me back to him all he wanted to, but if he valued everything he had, he would let me go on. I had to go on and think about what had just happened and why it happened. I had to think about the repercussions and everything else that came along with that. "Call him Master, my ass," I rolled my eyes, turning the corner. I could feel anger spiking up my nerves. He had the audacity to try and tell me what to do as if I forgot everything that he did.

I couldn't think about what had just happened. I had to think of other things. In the midst of actions, I spotted Jexan on the way, mugging him as he glared at me. "You got something to say, man?" I raised a brow, wanting him to speak his mind. We could be men down here in Hell as well. Ain't nobody got time for that. "Nothing, kee lisu," He muttered under his breath and I snorted, an insult ready to leave my lips.

"You look like a cricket."

Jexan visibly jolted in offense and I chuckled to myself. One for me, none for the bitch ass demon. I scampered all the way to my room, avoiding his bolts of fire along the way. Oops, someone was a bit salty and it wasn't me...

I walked down the hall, seeing a little body running up towards me. I stopped in my stead, not wanting the girl to hurt herself as she got closer to me in the dark hallway. "Hey there, pretty girl!" I grabbed the small body before she crashed into my leg, bracing her torso. I heard a giggle as her head lifted up, exposing her gold and green eyes as her red and brown hair flapped around her head. "Hi!" She beamed, her little hands clutching something.

"What do you got there, huh?" I grinned as I crouched down so that I was at her level. "Nothing!" She cheesed, moving the black object out of reach. It seemed to be something recognizable so I pointed at something behind, watching her take the bait. I chuckled to myself and reached for the object, realizing that it was a phone.

My phone.

There was no way to describe the immense joy that held my heart once my phone turned on at the recognition of its owner. "What's your name, pretty girl?" I ruffled her hair as she turned around, getting a pout in the process. "Emily!" She clapped her little hands together and my heart jumped at the sight of her happiness. This was what I needed if I was going to somehow survive the hands of Hell. "Emily? Well, my name is Troy," I resisted the urge to say something dirty like I always did when I introduced myself. I slipped my phone into my back pocket, hiding it. 

"What are you doing out here, all on your own, Em?" I stood back up, the girl reaching out to grab my hand. "I want my mommy but I can't find her," The little girl frowned, her eyes welling up with tears and I panicked, unsure of how to deal with a crying toddler. "Hey, what's your mom's n—"

"EMILY!"

I heard a demonic roar and a body wooshed down the hallway towards me. I recalled the body to be of Maddox's first division commander, her blue eyes contorted with fear as her hair floated around her. "Nya?" I furrowed my brow as the woman landed, her red skin turning pale. "There you are!" She reached down and pulled her child into a hug and I felt like I was intruding. She pulled back, pushing Emily's hair back, checking her to make sure that she was okay, and that was when she saw her tight grip on my palm.

"Don't touch my child, human," Nya sneered at me darkly and I jerked in surprise, not liking her attitude. If she wanted, she could catch these hands regardless if she was a demon or not. I didn't like people looking down at me just because they were holier-than-thou. She barely gave me a second glance as she snatched her daughter's grip from mine, floating them two away with no single thought. Okay then, be like that.

"Bye bye, Mr. Troy!" Emily waved goodbye and I found myself responding as well. I didn't know what Nya's problem was, but I didn't dwell too long on it. I hightailed it into my room, locking the door (as if that would stop them) and pulled out my beautiful phone, wishing to make a call as soon as possible. Once it was unlocked, I did my deed. I pressed the button to call my one and only friend and a holographic screen of her appeared before. I set the phone down and waiting for her to answer, the quantum standard human humming before it morphed into a mini-Jade: a sign that she had answered instantly.

"Troy Victorino Morelli!"

An uncontrollable smile filled my face at the sound of her voice. "Jade!" I waved, never ever having been happier in my life. My best friend, my sister was on the other line, looking at me as she sniffled, wiping away those tears. "Aw, babe, dry those tears from those pretty eyes," I shook my head, feeling the urge to cry myself. Only she could inflict these emotions from me. "You have no idea how scared I was," Her voice cracked as she ran a hand through her black hair, sniffling once more. 

"There's no need to cry, Jade," I consoled once more, feeling solace at the moment. I could genuinely say that death was not an option for me anymore because, despite the anger they had they had for me, the demons allowed me to make myself at home. I didn't even know if I should be concerned and worried or happy at the fact, but for the time being, I'd allow myself to relax and find a way out. 

"Everything is just going to be okay."