Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 111353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
That was bad enough, but what was even worse was my body’s betrayal. Orgasm after orgasm under that bastard’s rough and uncaring ministrations, and every single one of them burned me with shame.
I know it’s a natural response. I know I can’t control it. But every single shudder and moan was his permission—giving him license to pump harder as he said, “Why are you telling me to stop? You’re loving every minute of it.”
I tossed my head, shoving his lust-dipped words out of my mind. “I’m okay, Dora,” I replied. “I’m just tired. I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
Of course that was all I was going to say. Even if Dora wasn’t suffering under the pure soul curse and we were back on earth where we belonged, I never would’ve shared something like this with her. I was her guardian. It was my job to protect her. Not trauma-dump on her.
She need never know the lengths I went to with Ronin to keep her out of harm—
—even if the proof of it was bare for all to see.
I glanced down at my shoulder and grimaced for the thirtieth time that morning.
I hadn’t noticed the day before when he showed me, but every single top, blouse, and dress Ronin generously gifted me was sleeveless. Even the pajamas. Meaning there wasn’t a single time of the day or night that his brand wasn’t on display.
Dora happily skipped along behind me as I made for the mess hall. Ronin’s insane face card may have swiped away my aches and bruises, but it did nothing for the fact that I hadn’t eaten in over twenty-four hours.
Together we entered the mess hall—my arm around Dora to keep her close—and it all kicked off immediately.
“Ow, ow, ow,” someone catcalled. “Is that the mortal bitch?”
“I’ll be her bitch,” someone else pinged back. “Damn, girl, were you always this fine?”
“Hey, get over here and sit on Daddy’s lap!”
“Give me a taste, baby!” This was said by one of the new female students.
I gritted my teeth as their repulsiveness, and their laughter, got louder. Male and female demons, they were all catcalling the crap out of me.
It was true that I did look much better than I usually did, now that I wasn’t walking around in Lucifer’s revenge wardrobe. That morning I picked out a pink, square-neck minidress that flared at the waist. It went spectacularly well with my new gold goddess sandals.
Lucifer wasn’t beefing with Dora, so he packed her nice, normal clothes. We were in matching pink, but her dress was a long, casual summer dress with daisies on her skirt to match her sneaks.
All this hooting and hollering reminded me of when Dora and I would go out looking all cute, and random guys would hit on and catcall us. Every time, I’d send them speed-walking across the street when I whipped out my phone and yelled at them that I was going to post all over social media that a creepy-ass perv was shouting lewd stuff at a minor.
I forgot for a second that this was the place where the creepy-ass pervs end up.
Amidst all of this, Ronin sat—slept—in his throne within the Sins’ new and exclusive eating area with his wannabe harem pawing all over him.
Sauda kept trying to guide his head onto her shoulder. Kama stretched out on his lap. Raven laced their fingers together, and held his hand while she sat. Eris stroked his horns—which I discovered the hard way were an erogenous zone for demons—and Ursula perched on his chair arm, snapping pictures of herself making cute, pouty poses with Ronin as her backdrop.
I looked away from them and scanned the mess hall. The arrival of the princesses brought some changes to how things were done during mealtimes.
Instead of buffet lines, everyone sat down for meals and were served from the kitchens. But the kitchen staff didn’t take orders and they didn’t do service... which meant the demons on the bottom of the pecking order had to play waiter and waitress.
The princesses transferred with their gang members, so they didn’t need to fight over which guys were going to kiss their feet. But the guy demons were still getting used to the way things were done, so—
“Hey!” A dolphin demon shoved a ladybug demon so hard, he had to bust out his wings to stop from hitting the ground. “Go get my food, bitch.”
“Go get your own fucking food!” He rebounded fast, flying back and punching the guy dead in the face. “Who the fuck you think you’re talking to!”
I sighed as yet another fight broke out.
“Come on, D, let’s go.”
The buffet tables weren’t gone, they were just in the kitchen now. Stepping through the double doors on the right side of the mess hall, I went into the kitchens, said hello to the staff, was completely ignored, and started filling my and Dora’s plates with eggs, bacon, and sweet potato hash.