Free Demon Bound (Bound Series, Book One) by Eve Newton

be met, my dear, Yasmine will be happy oblige you,” Luc says suddenly calm now that he has the situation under his control.
    “Yasmine?” Axelle asks and then looks over to the chaise where twin number two is lounging, naked as usual, and waggles her fingers at her. Well, at least Axelle knows her name now. It really annoys her though that Luc thinks he can palm her off.
    “Look, Luc, as much as I enjoy some girl-on-girl every now and again, let me make something very clear to you. I. Like. Cock. I like sucking it, I like my hands wrapped around it, and I like riding it. Got it? Either you take me to this bed yourself right now and show me that the fantasy that I have of your sexual prowess isn’t the lame intercourse we have engaged in previously, or you send me back to Evan to get the job done!”
    In a flash Luc’s hand is around her throat and he is squeezing tightly. She can’t speak, she can’t breathe. He lifts her off the ground and the gagging noise she makes pleases him.
    “You do not make demands on me, bitch,” he says to her deathly quiet. “You will do as I ask, or I will hand you over to Darius to be his sex slave for the rest of eternity. And believe me when I say that the rumors you have heard about his cock are all true.”
    Luc is just blowing smoke up her ass, as Darius is--in spite of his hideously demonic form--an anatomically correct male. But it has the desired effect as Axelle blanches even further and the fear is showing in her eyes.
    Axelle can smell her own terror at Luc’s threat. Yes, she has heard the rumors and while the “enormous” part of the story only excites her, the “spiked” part does not. He would rip her into shreds with just one thrust.
    “What is it that you ask of me?” she chokes out eventually, knowing that she can’t win this. She is outmatched by the Prince of Darkness.
    Luc loosens his grip on her and she drops heavily to her feet. “That you remain untainted by the male form,” he says mildly. “Take your pleasure from Yasmine, or do it yourself. I am not an unreasonable creature, Axelle. I, above all others, understand the need for sexual release.”
    “But why?” Axelle asks quietly, her hand clutching at her bruised throat.
    “One day you will see why I must protect you from the taint of others,” he says cryptically. If you survive the next phase , he adds to himself. “Now, go back to the Reaper and tell him to leave. I will be watching,” he warns her.
    He flicks his hand at her and she reappears back in her apartment, to a fretful Evan pacing around in a circle, with only one of her shoes on. The other one must have fallen off as Luc was dangling her from his fist.
    Evan looks relieved to see her. “Where did you go?” he asks her carefully. “The power to move yourself is…”
    “Not mine,” Axelle says miffed that she doesn’t have that power yet. “Luc wanted me.”
    “Luc?” Evan asks with a wrinkled brow.
    “The Devil,” Axelle clarifies, folding her hands in front of her. This is not going to be easy.
    “Oh,” Evan says flatly. “I see.”
    He looks so heartbroken, it twists Axelle’s stomach. She doesn’t know why she cares that he is upset, or why he is upset in the first place. But, Luc gave her a job to do and she has to do it because she is sure that his threat is not a threat at all, but a promise instead.
    “You and he…?” he stammers.
    “Are an item,” Axelle finishes quickly wanting to rip the Band-Aid off. “He doesn’t like to share.” She cringes when she remembers that Luc is watching this and he is probably laughing at her lame excuse.
    “Yes, I am aware of his possessive tendencies,” Evan remarks coldly to Axelle’s interest. How does he know about Luc’s possessive tendencies, and that he actually has them?
    “So it begins,” he mutters and storms past her out of the apartment leaving her alone and feeling kinda guilty. Not to mention frustrated beyond belief. This evening had held