Chapter 5: Inevitable

Zachiel's POV

I sit at the table, watching her with a satisfied smile. She brings the knife to the succulent steak, her gaze focused and her lips curling into a small smile as the blood runs. Perfection. Every movement she makes is like a carefully rehearsed dance, a work of art that I created. In her, I see not just beauty but potential that few can comprehend.

“I understand your disappointment,” I say, breaking the silence that envelops us. Her expression shifts, and curiosity sparkles in her doe-like eyes. “But rules are rules, my dear, and frankly, I should have left you where you were.”

She asks me why I didn’t, and I notice the tone of discontent in her voice. The fragility that permeates her is almost seductive. “Your talents are wasted in that cell,” I murmur, the desire to destroy her battling with the admiration I feel for her.

“Better used as a bitch entrance administrator?” The provocation in her voice is welcome. She has grit, a quality that few possess and that will make her useful.

Laughing, I appreciate her audacity. “The Entrance is an integral part of Hell’s operation, Nerina. You should be proud to be a part of it.”

She scoffs, her mouth full of mashed potatoes, but I know this won’t bring her down. I follow her hand as she scrapes her plate, watching her disappointment when dinner ends. “Time to move on,” I say, standing up and walking toward the door. The next step is crucial, and even though the need to destroy her is intense, I also long to see her shine.

“Okay.” She murmurs, quickly rising as well. I hear her heels echoing on the stone floor as I follow my path, a mix of anticipation and anxiety growing within me.

She has no idea what she’s about to face, and that excites me. The insecurities will torment her, eating away at her inside, and I can’t wait to see how she will cope with it. It’s a spectacle that only darkness can provide.

With an impassive look, I let Yasmine approach, starting to undress me. Nerina watches, and I notice the suspicion in her gaze. Suspicion that will soon turn into doubt. But this is inevitable; it always happens.

Nerina's POV

As soon as I walked through the door, it closed behind me, and I entered a seductively lit room. I don’t think for a second that this is Zachiel’s real room. Just another entertainment area.

I’m led to a black and red chaise lounge, and the twin assigned to me undresses me, leaving me with just my shoes on. She pushes me down and spreads my legs while kneeling in front of me. A wave of lust shoots through me as I’m clearly on the dessert menu. Zachiel is watching me with that intense gaze. He is completely naked while ‘his’ twin drops to her knees and starts working on his cock with her mouth and hands. Apparently, this is the cue for twin number two to start attending to me. She licks down to my bare slit and then skillfully teases my clit, sending a shiver through me.

Zachiel keeps his gaze fixed on me, and I can’t look away. I feel the twin’s fingers sliding inside me. I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips. It’s been so long. I realize that her gaze has fallen to my breasts, so I pinch my nipples hard. Zachiel’s eyes darken as he watches my nipples tighten. His dark eyes quickly return to mine. It’s the only sign on his face that he seems more turned on by my actions than the fact that he’s getting a blowjob while watching a woman get her pussy attended to by another woman. His features are completely impassive.

I, on the other hand, am soaked, and as twin number two circles my clit with her tongue in a rapid motion, I scream out loud as the wave of my orgasm tears through me. I grip the twin’s fingers as she gives me a spin. “Oh, shit.” I breathe, panting from pleasure from my first climax in years.

“She’s ready,” says the twin, removing her mouth and fingers from me. She grabs my hand and pulls, making me stand. She leads me to the large, circular bed in the corner, our heels clacking on the cold granite floor. I keep my eyes on Zachiel, who is sporting an erection that makes my pussy clench when I see it. I want that inside me now! ‘His’ sister twin has left him well prepared, but now she joins the other sister on the chaise lounge while they sit back to enjoy some voyeurism. This doesn’t bother me one bit. I know I put on a good show; others should watch me; they can learn a thing or two.

Zachiel gestures for me to sit as he walks toward me. I comply, parking my backside on the huge bed, which I now realize is elevated on a platform. Zachiel gently pushes my shoulders to lay me back, and I spread my legs. His cock is positioned right in front of my pussy due to the bed’s height. My excitement spikes. I can feel how wet I am, how ready I am for him to take me. I can’t believe my luck to be about to be fucked by the Devil himself. This must mean something; that something greater is coming my way soon. He reaches for my ankles and lifts my legs into the air. His eyes briefly fall on my red Louboutins before he spreads my legs wide and plunges into me quickly.

I gasp in surprise. I expected at least a little foreplay, but he’s all about the main event. It occurs to me late, as he pounds into me relentlessly yet methodically, that the preliminaries of the night were the twins’ work. They prepared us to have sex with each other. It’s a bit strange; certainly not something I’ve ever experienced before, but hey, I’ll roll with it.

Zachiel pounds into me, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on a point above the bed. I begin to feel the pleasure building inside me, but I want to change positions. I want to ride his huge cock while he tweaks my nipples. I want to wrap my tongue around his while we come together. He clearly doesn’t like that. He has minimal body contact with me, his hands on my ankles and his cock in my pussy, being the only contact he has with me. I shift a little to make his cock press against my sensitive G-spot. His hands grip my ankles, almost warning me to stay still. He speeds up, almost as if he’s desperate to finish this, but it works for me. I feel my clit contract, and then I scream as I clench around him, milking him hard.

“Oh, yes.” I moan, hoping another orgasm will wash over me, but instead, he pulls out of me and releases my ankles. My feet drop heavily to the floor as I watch him pull himself two times before, with his eyes closed, he spills his seed all over my belly. I stare in horror as the small splatters landing on my perfectly pale skin turn black, but I quickly adjust my features as he finishes and opens his eyes. Twin number one is there with a robe for him, already draping it over his shoulders, while ‘my’ twin rushes over to me with a basin and a towel. I wonder what the rush is all about, but when I look down, it becomes clear. The little splatters are moving across my skin to form a larger puddle, and that’s enough to freak me out. It’s like they’re alive or something. The twin begins to clean me up as Zachiel ties the belt on his robe. He disappears through another door, with ‘his’ twin in tow, not even looking back, much less saying, “That was great, see you around.”

“What the fuck was that?” I ask the twin assigned to me, but all I get is the same uninterested look, and my dress is handed back to me to put on. The twins pass through the same door the others went through, leaving me alone and confused.

What the hell was that? I expected sex with the Devil to be a depraved affair that lasted all night, encompassing whips, chains, and other paraphernalia that would make me scream with pleasure and pain, and not the strange, boring sex I just experienced. “Whatever.” I mutter as I wiggle back into the dress. “I’m so out of here.” I know talking to myself is the first sign of madness, but I need it to feel better about what just happened. Clearly, I’m expected to just be upset (no spending the night here, thanks), but declaring that I’m leaving of my own accord is definitely more of a statement. Even if it’s just to myself.

As soon as I adjust the dress, I disappear, just like I did before, and reappear back in the apartment, in a foul mood. This was a hell of a day, and down here that means something.

With a big sigh, I take off the dress and hang it back in the closet. Hardly have I done that; it disappears from sight. I’m so glad I don’t have to look at it anymore. After another shower to rid myself of the strangeness of my night, I climb into bed and fall into a deep sleep, filled with dark dreams about Zachiel, which I can’t comprehend.