Chapter 30 Chapter 30
“Adrianna, Elena,” Apollo said, voice smooth as he guided a new figure forward from the door. The man—no, demon—towered beside him, imposing with sharp features and dark crimson skin hidden under a flawless glamour. His eyes, a piercing amber, scanned us with quiet dominance, exuding that same raw magnetism as Apollo but edged with something deeper, more commanding. “This is Levi, my best friend. Been too long since we've run together.”
Levi inclined his head, a faint smile curling his lips. “Pleasure,” he rumbled, gaze lingering on my curves, a beat too long, appreciative but restrained. Elena flushed, her protective instincts warring with admiration for another of the demon’s alluring kind. I felt Apollo’s tension through the bond, a flicker of jealousy even now, but I played it cool, extending a hand.
“Welcome to the madness,” I said, my voice husky from talking to the customers all night. Emotions tugged—curiosity about this new demon mixing with the afterglow of Apollo’s telepathic worship, my body still craving his touch.
Elena nodded, pouring Levi a drink on the house. “You should stick around, have some fun; night's just heating up.” But the bass thrummed, and pressure built in my bladder from the adrenaline.
I leaned toward her, whispering, “Cover the bar for me? Gotta hit the bathroom. Use this time to get to know Levi a bit more.” I said smirking, “He was brought here for you after all.”
She rolled her eyes but grinned, shooing me off. “Go on, don’t take too long.”
I wove through the crowd, hips swaying, the slickness between my thighs a sticky reminder of how much I want Apollo. A reminder of how wet he can make me with just one look. The bond hummed, and suddenly, I sensed him—gone from sight, invisible, his presence a warm shadow trailing me. My pulse quickened, a mix of annoyance and arousal. Annoyance because I knew he would wait till we were home before he would take me, not wanting others to see me. Not wanting others to see what belonged to him. And arousal because I knew he was affected just as much as me.
The bathroom door clicked shut behind me, the fluorescent lights harsh against the tiled walls. I leaned over the sink, splashing water on my face, but Apollo materialized in a ripple of air, crimson form solid and close, horns glinting. His red eyes bored into mine through the mirror, jealousy etched in every line of his elegant face.
“Why, Adrianna?” he demanded telepathically, voice a low thunder in my mind, stepping nearer until his heat pressed against my back. “Why must you constantly torment me like this? Daydreaming of other men fucking you—of Levi’s hands on your tits, his cock buried in your tight pussy while I watch, helpless? You know it rips me apart.” He kissed my neck, as his hands grabbed my corresponding body parts.
His words hit like a gut punch, emotions crashing: guilt for pushing his buttons, the thrill of his possessive love making my core clench anew. I turned, meeting his gaze, my full breasts heaving with a shaky breath.
“It's not torment, Apollo, not exactly. It’s control. It’s Karma You've haunted my dreams since I was a girl, tormenting me with images of us before there was even a chance of us being together that way,—it is your supernatural seduction that owns me. But I want to feel wanted, I need to feel wanted, not just by you.” My hand trailed down his chest, feeling the hard planes under his shirt, body worship instinctive even through his anger and jealousy. He growled, horns growing, grazing the wall behind me as he caged me against the sink, cock hardening against my thigh.
“I worship every curve, every moan. Let me prove—”
Loud shouting erupted from the front room, shattering the tension—angry voices cutting through the music like a knife. My eyes widened; that sounded like trouble.
“Is that Paul? What the hell?” I muttered, shoving past Apollo. He faded invisible again, following as I burst out the door, heart pounding with a mix of dread and curiosity.
The bar had gone still, patrons staring as Paul stood on a stool, face twisted in mania, pointing straight at me.
“Adrianna! You're damned, you whore! Taking that demon filth into your bed? I'm here to save you from hellfire!” he screamed, spittle flying, eyes wild. “Leave with me, let me save you. He's real—horns, black eyes, crimson skin! He's cursing me, tormenting me!”
Hayden, the club’s owner, grabbed his arm, frowning. “Paul, what the fuck? You said you were sick. Are you high or something? Get down. You are not sick, just mental.”
Paul thrashed, voice cracking. “No! I saw him at the mall—with her! Since then he has been tormenting me night after night in my dreams, whispering threats. That thing's gonna drag her to hell, I will not let him!”
Laughter bubbled up in me, sharp and disbelieving, cutting through the shock. Was Paul unraveling over Apollo’s short visit. The irony twisted deliciously—my demon lover's revenge playing out in real time.
“Oh, Paul,” I said, stepping forward with a smirk, emotions, a tangle of amusement and pity. “No need to lie and spin stories just 'cause your pride's bruised. I turned you down, and this is how you act? First you say you have feelings for me, then you call me a whore. Now you claim the man I love is a demon who is tormenting you. Honestly it is pathetic.”
Security swarmed as Hayden nodded to them, face stern. “Paul, take a week off. Get some help—a therapist should be able to help with whatever this is. Come back acting like this, and you will be fired. No second chances.” Paul deflated, eyes darting wildly as they hauled him toward the exit, his shouts fading into the night. The crowd murmured, tension easing into whispers, but my bond with Apollo pulsed—his satisfaction dark and thrilling, promising more supernatural games. Elena shot me a worried glance from the bar, Levi watching with intrigued smirks, the club's heat building toward whatever chaos came next.