Free The Billionaire's Demon by Eliza Gayle

didn't deserve this.
    “I'll do it.” She blurted out with little thought to the consequences. Sure she knew the results, but she refused to dwell on that now. Her self-centered behavior had gotten her into this, and now she would be free.
    “You'll do what?” His brows pulled together in a puzzled expression.
    “I'll refuse my quota. Yeah. I'm not bringing Harold any more souls tonight. I'm tired of the threats.”
    “Whoa, hold on there, Melody. Listen to what you're saying.” He grabbed her shoulders. “I can't allow you to sacrifice yourself like this.”
    “Ha. This is one time, Sir, when you do not have any control over me.” She jerked from his grip.
    “Listen to me, Melody. If you go through with this, you'll go with him when he's banished. Do you think the Lake of Fire will be fun? You haven't even thought this out.” He paced the floor in front of her. “Don't you see? You gave your soul to Harold. Where he goes, you go.”
    “Then let's get it back.”
    “What?” A deep laugh rumbled in his chest. “Yeah right, Melody, let's just take a trip down to his office, let him know you don't want to play his games anymore, and by the way, can you please have your soul back?” Drake doubled over in laughter. Tears shone in his eyes when he looked back at her.
    “Drake, you don't have to be such an ass. I wasn't suggesting we ask him to give it back. I was instead suggesting that we steal it.”
    His laughter broke off, his eyes boring into hers. “What did you say?”
    “Yeah, that's it. I'll just go to his office pretending to bring him souls, and find a way to snatch mine back before he realizes he's been duped.” She turned to face Drake. “What do you think? Can we do it?”
    “Of course not. He'd see that coming a mile away, sweetheart. He hasn't been in charge for this long because he's stupid, Mel.”
    She sat on the bed with an exasperated sigh. “Then that's it. I just won't complete my tasks tonight and be done with it. You and your friends can go back to hell, and the world will be less one evil demon and one rather pathetic one.”
    “There is an alternative.” Drake's voice lowered to a near whisper. “You weren't too far off track when you said we could steal it. Although your soul can't be stolen. It has to be given.”
    “Drake, you're not making sense. You already said he won't give it to us. And if we can't steal it, what else can we do?”
    “Well, there's one thing I haven't told you yet.”
    “Oh boy. This is the part I'm not going to like, right?” Asking questions she really didn't want the answers to would one day be her downfall.
    “Depends.”
    “On?” She tapped her foot, waiting.
    “What you feel like doing for the rest of eternity.” Amusement flickered in his eyes.
    She strode over to him, grabbing at his shoulders to shake him. “Stop laughing and tell me what the hell you're planning.”
    “Wouldn't you like to know?” His fingers grazed her lips, softening them from their grim line. “I love the shape and color of your lips.” His head bent, his mouth slanting over hers. Instead of the hard and fast kisses of before, his lips were soft and gentle as they caressed and explored. “And the taste. Oh, baby, you taste like honey.” She edged her hands across his thick broad shoulders to flatten her palms against his muscular pecs before shoving him away as hard as she could.
    “Stop trying to distract me with sex and tell me.” Her breath came in heavy pants, revealing a desire stronger than the outrage she didn't want to let go.
    “Yes, Drake, tell her so we can both have a good laugh. Although the show was just getting good, and I wouldn't mind watching that either.”
    She jerked at the sound of Harold's voice behind her and turned to see he wasn't alone. He'd brought several of his playmates with him, who were now blocking the door. Demons of the unfriendly and extremely ugly sort, ones who wouldn't hesitate to get their hands dirty. She spared a