Chapter 60: Monica

Damian’s POV

All of us met back at the hotel except for Max.

“Where did the bastard go? He sent us a cryptic text and can’t even be bothered to show up?” Sebastian said while running his fingers through his hair.

“Look, we have other things to worry about,” I told them. “I found a demon, but she said that she can’t even show me where a portal is. Hell is on lockdown right now.”

“Fuck!” Brent yelled out.

“So what does this mean? We have to come up with a new plan?” Garrett interjected.

“Looks like it. Does anyone have any ideas?” I said.

We all stood around the room looking at each other. Finally after a long silence, Joel spoke up, “let me reach out to Abigail and see if she know another way in.” He walked off with his phone in hand to call her.

Brent continued pacing the room.

“You’re making me dizzy, stop it.” Garrett drawled. Brent turned on him, pissed off, “my MATE is missing, so sorry if that’s an inconvenience. You can leave at any time. Why the fuck are you even here?”

“I still love Rose! If I have to put up with your sissy ass, so be it. Now calm the fuck down before I have to teach you a lesson, wolf.” Garrett bared his fangs at him.

Sebastian jumped between the two of them, “settle down before I teach BOTH of you a lesson.”

“Abigail can’t help us,” Joel interrupted, “but she told me what we can do. She said to find one of the brothers, like Lucifer. Apparently Asmodeus and Lucifer don’t get along.”

“The prince of pride? I guess that makes sense. To be fair I don’t think Lucifer gets along with any of them.” Sebastian said.

Brent seemed to calm down at the idea of a new plan.

“So how do we get ahold of him?” I asked.

“We can summon him, but Abigail said that would piss him off. She said he resides in California.” Joel answered.

“Well I guess we should go to California then.” Brent answered. He strode off to his bedroom and started to pack.

“What about Max?” Colten asked.

“What about him? He’s not answering his phone and we don’t have time to waste.” Brent answered from the other room.

“Don’t you think that’s unusual? After all Rose is his mate, too. I think something happened to him.” Colten answered.

“Fuck! Dammit Max where are you?” Joel growled.

Maximus’s POV

I’m willing my feet to walk away but I’ve already been ensnared by Monica’s magic. She’s probably still bitter about the last time we saw each other. She was the only somewhat serious relationship I had before, in her opinion anyway. I only saw her as a fling, though. She found out exactly how I felt when she walked in on me and a threesome. Needless to say, she gave me a hex that I had to find another witch to remove. I still remember that month I couldn’t get it up. I shuddered as I remembered. My poor dick.

“Where are we going, Monica?” I asked her warily.

“We’re going to my apartment, silly. It’s not very far from here. You know you gave me trust issues but don’t worry, I think we can overcome them. I’ve had time to think and maybe I wasn’t adventurous enough for you. I’ve been experimenting in some BDSM and I have some toys that I think would be perfect for you.”

“We can’t do this Monica, I’m married.”

She growled out, “I don’t care! You ruined me for other men so now I’m going to ruin you for other women!”

Oh shit. Now she shows her true intentions, I’m definitely worried about how she’s supposed to ruin me.

We continued walking for another 20 minutes before we reached a nondescript apartment complex. Upon entering, the smell of black magic is overpowering.

“What have you been doing? Don’t you know how this taints your magic?” I asked her.

“I don’t care Maximus, I won’t ever be used again. I’ll be the one doing the using from now on.” She flicked her fingers and sat me down on a couch while she walked off into another room. I reached in my pocket and tried to send a text message to the guys but before I could hit send she snatched it out of my hand.

“We can’t have that, now can we?” She whispered before walking off again. I tried to move my feet but had no luck. I looked around the room and noticed bottles of herbs and body parts. I shuddered, not wanting to know how she came across those.

After a few more minutes, she walked back in and sat down next to me. Her right hand rubbed my thigh and traveled upwards before stopping an inch from my cock.

“We can’t reward you, now can we?” She procured a bottle of some sort of clear liquid and forced it down my throat. I started to cough furiously before my vision started to blur, “what did you do to me you crazy bitch?”

She cackled before gripping my chin, “don’t worry love, you’ll forget about everything and everyone except me. Now go to sleep.” She waved her hand in front of my eyes and I fell unconscious.

Rose’s POV

I woke up with a jolt. As memories of the night before came flooding back, I felt tears welling in my eyes. Oh my gods, what have I done? No matter how I tried to justify it, I couldn’t overcome the guilt. Looking around, I noticed the bed was empty. I rubbed my face before throwing the comforter off and padding towards the bathroom. I opened the door and was enveloped by steam. In front of me was Asmodeus, fresh from the shower. Water dripped from his hair, down his chest, abs, and to the v of his crotch that was covered only by a towel. I looked away, blushing.

“Good morning sweetheart, how did you sleep?” He winked at me before brushing by to leave the bathroom. I could still feel the heat from his body, even after he passed.

“I’m going to shower, if that’s alright with you?” I gave him a wary smile.

“Of course.” He smiled back at me, showing me a set of dimples.

I scurried into the bathroom, locking the door, although that doesn’t seem to stop him, it still makes me feel a bit better. I ran the shower and stripped. After checking the water and getting under the stream I breathed out a sigh. I washed my hair and then squeezed a generous amount of vanilla soap onto a loofah and began scrubbing furiously, trying to remove the feel of his hands. After scrubbing for 20 minutes I finally got out. I rubbed my belly and remembered why I was doing all this. For them. For my babies and for my mates. But will I survive the guilt? Will I retain my sanity? I’m not sure yet but I have to try to get out of here soon.

I peeked out the bathroom door, making sure he wasn’t around. I was so lost in thought that I forgot to bring clothes in with me. I tiptoed to the bed and found a dress, underwear and flats waiting for me. No bra? The sadistic bastard. He’s just trying to push my limits more and more until I give in. Well he can never have my heart. I sat down after I got dressed and got lost in thought again. Graduation is only 3 days away. I can’t believe how fast time has flown. My babies are due about 3 weeks from now. I can miss graduation but I want the babies’ fathers to be there for their birth. There’s no way I’m letting a prince of Hell raise my babies.

“Are you ready, dear? I was thinking today we can go to Rome. You’ll absolutely love the architecture there.” Before I could answer he once again snapped his fingers and I found myself with him sitting at a small café table.

The smell of coffee made my stomach rumble embarrassingly. He chuckled and called over a waiter to serve us. After ordering, he grabbed both of my hands and held them in his, rubbing small circles with his thumbs.

“I want to know everything about you, Rose. Your hopes, dreams, places you want to travel, and the things you want to do. I can give you anything you could possibly want. My magic and money are endless.” He said with pride. I looked into the dark blue eyes of this man. He seems so normal, not how I’d expect a prince of Hell to behave. Is this all a front? I have a feeling he’s hiding his darkness under sweet words and endless gifts.

“Why do you want me specifically?” I asked him. He tilted his head to the side, “why not you?” I sensed a lie within his question. There’s a reason he wants me, I just don’t know what it is yet.

“There are many single women out there, some who would kill to be with someone like you. Someone who isn’t pregnant, who doesn’t have mates, and who has more experience with life. You’re hiding something.” He squeezed my hands, almost painfully, “I just want you. Now stop asking before you piss me off.” He growled. I backed off from my questioning for now. I need to figure out what he wants with me. That’s the key to escaping, I just know it. I flexed my fingers after he released my hands, trying to get circulation flowing again.

“I’m sorry love, I just get so angry when you talk about leaving me.” He tried to soothe me but I wasn’t falling for it. I hmmph’d at him and finally the waiter showed up with our food. I started to dig in, trying to get as much nourishment as possible. I still needed blood, though. I’m not looking forward to having to drink from him again. Maybe if I drink in a somewhat public place then it won’t lead to anything sexual. “I need blood.” I tell him. He nods and continues eating.

After we ate and he paid he grabbed my hand and we started to walk until we reached a small park. He sat me down on a bench and sat next to me, offering his wrist. I looked around, making sure no one was looking and bit in. The taste of his sweet blood flooded my mouth, making me almost moan in ecstasy. I tried to get a grip on myself. I felt him squeeze my breast, making me groan from the sensation. I pulled back much sooner than before, trying to get space from him. He grabbed my chin and crashed his lips down on mine, forcing my mouth open to thrust his tongue in. After a few minutes we were both panting when he pulled away. He then grabbed my hand, “come my love, we have many sights to see today. I’ll tell you all about when I lived here.”