Page 58 of Satan's Priest

“I can eat your sopping wet pussy and jack off, giving you the needed energy. It won’t be enough to fill you up, but it’ll take away the hunger.” He arched an eyebrow, waiting for me to accept his offer.

What he said played in my mind, making me burn hotter and with a greater need. I didn’t want to cheat on Sebastian. It was already bad enough that I’d given some stranger a blow job. Even though it wasn’t reallymewho’d done it.

All of this was so messed up.

“Another time,” I breathed.

He rolled his eyes before straightening and dropping his hands, but hunger still burned in his crimson eyes.

Was it horrible of me to hate that he was being a gentleman about it? I thought demons were supposed to be rough and take what they wanted. Instead, this one turned away and walked back to the door.

“Summon me when you’re ready.” He turned halfway around, looking me over, and cast a quick glance at the nightstand. His lips curled in a snarl. “From the looks of it, you don’t even have two days before your demon comes out to play.”

I watched as he ripped open the air to reveal a stretched-out black hole—a portal.

“Wait!” I called.

He peeked at me over his shoulder, a muscle popping in his jaw.

“I thought you were supposed to teach me more about being a demon.”

“Another time, succubus. I need to take care of the problem you caused.” He faced me, gesturing to his hard dick straining against his pants. I winced and curled my fingers into the edge of the nightstand behind me. Daiman walked through the portal, leaving me alone in my bedroom. It snapped shut as soon as he disappeared.

I released a shaky breath, and my legs gave out. I knocked against the nightstand, and this time the lamp fell and shattered on the ground.

“Fuck,” I whispered and closed my eyes.

33

GRACE

“Sebastian,” I called.

My boyfriend reached into his locker and grabbed something. He turned his head, looking my way with wide eyes. With a relieved smile, I jogged toward him.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” I said. Tears pricked my eyes. Because we were in school, I couldn’t show him the affection or hug him the way I wanted to.

He turned and clutched his student Bible to his chest, slamming his locker door. I watched as he fled, not saying a word to me. A lump formed in my throat. I had to make this right. He had to know how sorry I was.

I ran to his side, blinking away the tears in my eyes. “Say something to me, please,” I begged.

“I have nothing to say to you, Grace,” he mumbled as he took larger steps to put more space between us.

A girl walked past me, her shoulder slamming against mine. I gasped, turned around, and shot daggers at her back. “Fucking bitch,” I growled under my breath.

Sebastian let out a mocking laugh. I turned back to him with concern. His steps slowed down as he turned toward me, glaring at me with eyes full of hatred. He didn’t look like the sweet boyfriend I’d been dating for almost all our high school years. I felt like an uninvited stranger in Sebastian’s house by the way he looked at me.

He stopped. “I could say the same about you,” he hissed.

People around us stared, watching as Sebastian scolded me.

I deserved it. I had hurt him and done something he revoked consent to. But I couldn’t tell him it wasn’tmewho’d done it. How could I tell him I wasn’t human anymore?

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered.

He shook his head and looked up at the ceiling, searching for patience before returning his gaze to me. I hugged my books to my chest, tears stinging in my eyes as he glared at me.

“I don’t know who you are anymore. I also don’t know why you thought it was okay to keep going that night. What happened, Grace?” His voice was rough, even mocking.