Free Demonic and Deserted (Eternally Yours Book 4) by Tara West

vanity and smack her upside the head, then make a run for it. But where would I go?
    “Aedan will have to hide his jealousy or he might bring my master’s wrath upon him.” She said this with a bit too much perkiness, as if she was deciding between a dark chocolate or milk chocolate candy bar. “It would be a shame for such a delicious piece of man to go to waste.” She licked her lips with a growl, and I could tell she was itching for a taste of Aedan’s cream-filled vanilla pop.
    Oh, no she didn’t! That psycho demon bitch was not trying her tricks on my fiancé.
    I clenched my hands, my head feeling like a boiling kettle as steam practically shot out of my ears.
    “You keep your hands off him,” I said with a rumble so powerful, my voice sounded foreign to me.
    The bitch had the nerve to toss back her head and laugh. “I was beginning to wonder if the kitten had claws. Jealousy becomes you, my dear.” She elbowed me with a wink. “Don’t think you’re the only one who can have fun.”
    Ugh. Why did she have to remind me of the bath of shame? Even if by some miracle Aedan and I survived our captivity in sub-level thirteen, I didn’t know how I’d be able to tolerate an eternity of guilt for having cheated on the man I loved. I thought about Aedan’s first wife, Katherine, and how she’d broken his heart by seducing his brother. I was no better than her.
    I supposed my only hope in securing his forgiveness was if he’d been seduced by a siren as well, even though the thought of his dick in a fishy girl’s mouth made me want to punch a hole through the wall.
    Holy shit, Hell sucked. This mental and emotional torment was almost as bad as getting thrown into the lake of fire, and I had a sickening feeling our unholy host had even more forbidden torture in store for us.
    * * *
    A edan was waiting for me when Hitler unlocked my door. I hesitated when I saw what my fiancé was wearing, a leotard and tunic from the days of Robin Hood and his merry men. His muscular thighs looked damned good in those burgundy tights, but I could tell he was more than uncomfortable. The look he shot me after gaping at my nipple tassels made me think the rest of his leotard was probably wedged somewhere up his ass crack.
    When he lifted his arms to me, I ran to him, burying my face in his chest. I didn’t deserve his comfort after what I’d just done, but selfish me sighed in relief when he returned the hug.
    “I tried to get out,” I said through a sob, my throat constricting, “but my door was stuck.” I rested my forehead against his chest, too ashamed to look him in the eye, though I knew he’d find out my dirty little secret soon enough. Unfortunately, I’d always had an expressive face, and I knew my guilt would show. 
    He ran a hand down my bare back, causing a shiver to steal up my spine.
    “Mine, too,” he whispered into my ear, his voice cracking like old shoe leather. 
    I snuggled against him, soothed by his heartbeat, which was beating steady and strong. “Aedan, how do we get out of here?”
    He kissed the top of my head. “I don’t know, but I swear to you I will not rest until I find a way.”
    I wanted to tell him he couldn’t get me out of here fast enough, also that I’d cheated on him with an evil fish woman, but I couldn’t summon the nerve, so I hugged him harder. I pulled back when beads of moisture dripped onto my hand. 
    I scowled. “Your hair’s wet.”
    Aedan didn’t have to say a word. The flush in his face that spread all the way to the roots of his thick, wavy, and damp hair, was admission enough.  I narrowed my eyes. “Did you have a siren valet, too?”
    He slowly nodded before looking down. 
    I stepped back, crossing my arms. “I see. And did she give you a bath?”
    He threw up his hands in mock surrender. “I refused to get in the tub, but then she sang to me.”
    “And then what?” I jabbed his chest so hard, I nearly broke off my French tip. “Did she clean your