I'm in the elevator back up to Damien's home holding his car keys in my hand. I'm looking down onto the red -carpet floor and grin to myself. To some this may seem like an impossible relationship, but I think dating the devil shouldn't be too hard. I mean the worst that could happen is that I die of old age and he continues living on with his life. Perhaps, my murderous sin might even send me to hell, that way we can be together for ever, right?

When I come into the foyer, I can hear some distant noises. It sounds like Damien is talking with someone. Someone that sounds like he has an old raspy voice.

Walking into the living room I drop my jacket and bag onto it the sofa, leaving the keys on a small coffee table and when I turn, I see Damien talking with someone. He is wearing grey sweatpants and he's all sweaty. Oh, my! He looks so at ease with himself right now but the look of him alone is making my body heat up. I gulp loudly as I slowly start making my way towards them.

"Annabelle you're here!" says Damien as he notices me. He turns his body to face me and when I am right beside him, he wraps one of his arms around my waist and kisses my lips. I flush.

"Let me introduce you to my advisor."

He waves his hand out for his advisor to introduce himself.

"Hello." I sound a little too high pitched, but I hold out my hand for him to shake.

"Hello, ma'am."

He shakes my hand lightly bowing his head. Jeez, what is with all the formality between all these demonic- human looking creatures from hell?

"Skyler, right?" I ask trying to remember his name, mentioned to me only once before. I look up at Damien for reassurance and he's looking at me with a small smile.

"Yes, ma'am," he answers prompting me to look at him again. He was on the shorter side. With messy dusty blonde hair with a few grey hairs showing. His eyes are a muted green and his face is covered with well-aged wrinkles.

I don't know what else to say to this man, so I just smile kindly, wrapping my arm around Damien's hip. I look between the two of them whilst I feel myself zooning out. I have no idea what they are talking about, never mind how long it takes them to finish their conversation.

I only realise that they have stopped talking when Damien looks at me confused. I shake myself out of my daze and realise that Skyler is holding out his hand for me to shake. Quickly, I take it and shake his hand showing him a big smile of kindness.

"Lovely meeting you Skyler."

"Likewise, Miss Bennett."

"Be back later in the day," says Damien to Skyler. He nods back at his king of hell and leaves, through the big mysterious doors. What in the world is behind them?

"Want to join me in the shower?"

"Yes!" I replies happily without even thinking about the fact that I have already taken one this morning. How could I ever deny a shower together with him? My king.

We're standing naked in the shower, both shower heads blasting full water onto our backs. We are facing each-other massaging soap into one another's bodies. My hands washing away the sweat that was all over him not just five minutes ago.

I allow one of my hands to rest on his shoulder pulling myself closer to him as the other holds a washcloth, brisling its way on his chest.

Despite the fact that I have a gorgeous man standing naked in front of me I can't stop thinking about my encounter with Nina today. I have a weird gut feeling about her. Her mood swings and some kind of stalker looking tendencies. It didn't feel right.

"You look distracted."

"Huh?"

I look up at him and into his shining blue eyes.

"You look like you are deep in thought."

I plant a quick kiss on his lips.

"I wish you were deep inside me," I flirt.

He smirks at me. "Well, I do owe you an orgasm."

He pulls me in closer to him. Wrapping both arms around my waist, pressing my body right up against him. I cloak my arms around his upper body, fluttering my eyelashes at him.

He rubs his nose against mines. "But it all depends on how badly you want it."

"Desperately." He plants a soft kiss on my nose. "I want you to be rough with me," I add shyly. 

He grins against my lips. "How rough?"

I smile shrugging my shoulders before gathering up my courage to look him in the eyes.

"As rough as you'd like."

Before I have time to process my words, he grabs my face with his hands and kisses me, full of passion, hunger and desperation.

I grab onto his upper arms as he starts moving me back and presses my naked back against the cold dark grey tiles. My head thumping against it. I gasp loudly from the coldness of them on my body, but as soon as I open my mouth his tongue slides inside. He won't even let me pause to catch my breath, but I didn't care he was taking my breathe away and I didn't mind it.

His hands run up and down my body, from my waist, to my hips, to my thighs, and he squeezes pushing my hips forward into him. I can feel his erection against me this way and oh my I wanted my hands to wonder down to it, but he grabs a hold of my arms and pins them above my head with one of his hands. I try gliding them out of his grip, but he tightens his grasp onto my wrists, almost like he is about to cut off the blood circulation to my fingers.

"Oh no baby, you don't get to escape me."

His words tighten the muscles in my stomach as my heart quickens, pumping blood to all the right places.

"Damien," I purr. I already feel breathless and he hasn't even touched me in any of my sweet spots.

"Annabelle," He clasps my chin between his fingers, planting a soft kiss to confuse me only to grab my whole jaw forcefully, making my heart jump out of my chest.

"You have no idea the kind of things I want to do with you."

He pushes my jaw up so that my entire neck is visible giving such easy access as he starts planting kisses over every inch of my skin there. Occasionally, letting me feel his stubble brush against the heated skin.

Once he gets bored of my neck, he starts kissing my lips again, biting on my lower lip as he pulls away.

"Open your mouth," he orders in a whisper.

My eyes flicker open, "Huh?" I already feel engulfed by his touch I can't quite understand his words.

"Suck on my fingers." His voice is elevated in a commanding manner as he brushes two fingers against my lips, swollen from his kisses.

I open my mouth and he shoves two fingers inside. I clasp my lips around them and still.

"Suck!"

I start sucking on his fingers. Spreading my saliva all over them. I knew what he wanted to do with them and the thought of it was already making me feel all tingly down below.

I look him straight in the eyes as he watches me suck on his fingers and this small act on its own seems to be incredibly arousing for the both of us.

When he tries to pull his fingers away, I clamp my teeth and bite down, I wasn't feeling done.

"Naughty girl," His voice is deep. "I'm gonna have to punish you for this."

My mouth instantly opens allowing his saliva covered fingers to come out. Without touching any other part of my body, he cups my sex then starts circling his wet fingers on my clit.

Oh, the feeling was so good!

I moan but he kisses me stopping my moans from becoming audible and resounding around the tiled shower walls.

I don't know what to focus on, kissing him or embracing the pleasure of his fingers playing with the most sensitive part of my body.

My arms are beginning to ache, my fingers feeling a little numb from being held above my head for such a time as this. I want to push my head back, but the titled walls are behind me.

Damien then pushes my legs apart even further with his leg and slips a finger inside me.

"Ahh!" I moan catching some of the shower water in my mouth. I swallow it and look at Damien who is smiling big time. He moves his finger in and out of me, his thumb circling over my clitoris.

"You like this baby?"

"Yes," I gasp before he slips another finger inside me.

"Ahh!" I moan even louder into his mouth. He chuckles in an appealing malicious way at my moans.

Two of his fingers were enough for me and my tightness so that I can start to feel everything quicken south of my body. He speeds up the pace of his fingers and my body starts to quiver, feeling weak, like I am about to drop to my knees.

He continues to invade my mouth with his, kissing me in a way that possesses me to him. My lungs feel like they barely have any air in them anymore as I continue to climb, higher and higher until I feel myself right on edge. He stops. Pulls his fingers out of me making me wince from the abrupt halt.

"What? What are you doing?" I'm breathless and confused. My orgasm dying down until its fully gone.

"Giving you your punishment."

He lets go of my hands and the sudden heaviness of them from being above my head for so long, prompts them to drop lifelessly down the side of my body. They have no energy to react as he attacks me with his lips again.

Brusquely, he tugs on my uppers arms and twist me around. My cheek is pressed against the cold tiles and so are my breasts. My nipples perking to their fullest potential at the coolness.

He grabs a handful of my hair and with the other hand spanks my left ass cheek, hard. I don't know whether it's his strength or if its because we're wet but it hurts, stinging me with pleasure.

I place my palms on the tiled wall and he pulls my hips back a little against him. His erection now between my thighs, brushing against my wet entrance as he slowly moves.

"Please fuck me already," I beg my voice sounding a little raspy from all my moans.

"As you wish baby."

Slowly he eases his tip inside of me, stilling for just a moment before slamming himself into me. Oh, the feeling, the tightness, the fullness is exquisite.

He thrusts in and out of me, quickening with each movement. His hips slamming against my ass. I can almost feel my orgasm again, building itself back up from the bottom all the way to the top.

His hand loosens its grip on my damp hair, and he moves it around to my neck, squeezing gently on my arteries. I gasp for more air as he pulls me back, peeling my body off the wet tiles. Arching my back slightly, he pulls me all the way back to him and starts nibbling on my earlobe.

My moans are echoing around the room as he continues his sweet assault of my body. I am in complete ecstasy. My hands still resting on the wall are struggling to keep their place there, so my right-hand grasps onto his hand, the one around my neck as he ever so faintly clasps his fingers around even tighter. My breathing is becoming shallow. I feel like I am about to pass out, oh, but my orgasm, its so close, and when it comes, I dig my nails into his arm and scream out his name loud enough for it to bounce off the walls. This is one of the most intense orgasms I have had in a while with him.

He continues to thrust himself inside me until he climaxes as I clench my walls around him. He moans loud and clear in my ear. His hand moves down to my chest away from my neck holding me up as he eases himself out of me.

I can feel his warm fluid slowly dripping out of me and down my inner thigh. Giggling, I take my other hand from the wall and scoop up his cum onto my fingers and taste him.

"Hmm." I manage.

He tenderly twists me around to face him and fatigue overcomes my body. My legs feel like they no longer have any bone supporting them and I drop down to my knees. Fortunately, with Damien's arms around me I don't bash them against the titled floor.

"Annabelle?" he scoots down to my level and pulls me into his lap. The water still running and sprinkling against our heated skin.

I rest my head in the crook of his neck and sniff, cinnamon and fresh soap, my own personal Damien smell.

I'm beginning to feel my eyes closing. No matter how hard I try I can't keep them open.

"Are you sleepy?" I hear Damien ask. His voice soft like a melody to my ears.

"Hmmm," I hum. It's the only thing I can manage.

When I wake up, I am back in Damien's bed. The green sheets pulled over my dry naked body, but he's not here. Damien is nowhere in the room when I sit up to look around. I rub my wrists to try and bring some blood circulation back to my fingers, they still felt a little numb.

I notice that he moved one of the sofa chairs near the side of the bed I was sleeping on. My clothes are neatly folded on them and Damien's black robe is there as well.

When I get up and off the bed, I can faintly hear some music being played in the living room. It sounds beautiful, a mixture of all sorts of classical instruments, but I can't tell what it might be.

I pull on my panties and slip on Damien's robe over my body. It's warm and fuzzy but I was feeling a little too heated, so I tug over the top a little.

Barefooted and rolling my hair to the side I make my way to the living room and notice Damien sitting on the sofa with a stack of papers in his hand. His leg is up, ankle resting on the knee to the other leg. He is back to wearing his grey sweatpants but put on a white shirt. In front of him is some kind of bottle of wine and his half empty wine glass.

'Hi," I voice causing him to pop his head up from the papers to look at me. Instantly a big smile appears on his face.

"Hi." He pats the seat next to him.

I sit right beside him pulling my knees up to the side, propping my upper body on the back of the sofa.

"How are you feeling?"

I gulp loudly as he prompts my thoughts to think about what we did in his shower. "Good." My voice sounds low and weak.

"How long did I sleep?" I ask trying to distract myself from my mind.

"Around two hours." He runs his hand through my hair, tucking some strands behind my ear. 

"Would you like some wine?"

"Uhm." I nod.

"Chablis coming right up," he says keenly.

He kisses the side of my forehead and gets up from the sofa to grab another wine glass from the kitchen.

I lean my body forward and grab some of the papers from the table.

"What's this?" I ask Damien raising my voice just enough so he can hear.

"All about your Nina Nipus from work."

I look at the papers confused. The girl in the pictures looks the complete opposite from the Nina at my work. This Nina was blonde and some kind of music artist.

When I look back up Damien is holding out a glass of wine for me. I take it and put down the papers back on the table, taking a big sip of the wine.

"Is this all your advisor was able to find?" I ask absorbed by the very idea that she seems so difficult to find.

"I think she used a fake name to get into the company." He takes a sip of his wine. "If she isn't...human, she would be able to do such a thing with ease."

"But why would she do that?" I bite my lip and look away from his gaze, searching the room to find an explanation. "What would she even gain from doing that?"

"Demons can be very greedy, and they love toying around with humans, that's their job, but if she's doing anything with you, you have to tell me." He's looking at me with a dead straight face. He is serious and means business. Do I tell him what she has been doing at work? Do I tell him about my encounter with her earlier today?

"She...lives around my neighbour," I state, and his body tenses up. "I ran into her earlier today when I went back to my place to change."

"She's stalking you?" He is still solemn.

"I don't think so." I take a sip of my wine, I need some alcohol in my body for this conversation. "It's just a coincidence that she lives there too."

"Or not." He puts his wine glass back onto the table. "I don't believe in coincidences."

I sigh rolling my eyes at him. "Of-course you don't, how could I forget," I say before taking another big sip of my wine.

Suddenly I feel him yanking on my legs and pulling me over onto his lap. I squeal almost tilting my wine glass all over us.

He takes the glass from me and puts it on the table while I wrap my arm closest to him around him, brushing my fingertips on his neck.

"I do however believe that I should make you bring Salem with you everywhere."

I so want to roll my eyes at his comment again, but refrain.

"You know that's not possible, besides if all of this is true." I pause for a moment pursing my lips. "If she wanted to hurt me, she would have done it by now."

He looks upset by my comment. No, no, no. I grab his face with my hands and force him to look at me.

"She won't hurt me, not as long as I have you by my side."

One of his hands touches my hand and presses is against his cheek even more. My palm is like a raw chicken getting cooked right now.

"I just want you to be safe."

"I know, and I am."

I offer him a reassuring smile and in an instantaneous move he shoves us back so that I am lying flat on my back as he nozzles his face into my breasts. Attaching himself to me like ivy.

I run my hands through his hair as we just lay there. Listening to the music in the background. I close my eyes and let myself drift off to a fantasy world where everything was perfect. One where Damien isn't the king of hell with a whole lot of royal duties and a need to torture people.

"Lunch is ready!"

I flicker my eyes open and see Damien leaning over me. I feel so bewildered. Did I doze off?

Damien takes my hand and pulls me up. Grabbing my glass of wine, we walk over to the kitchen island. I sit myself up on the barstool and allow Damien to add a little more wine into my glass.

"Salmon en papillote," he educates me as he refills his glass and takes a seat beside me.

I look at my plate and in simple language its salmon and vegetables. Looks and smells delicious. I was a little hungry, especially since we are having quite the late lunch, so I dig in before he does, and it is delicious. All the moisture from the salmon is engulfing my mouth.

We eat mainly in silence, briefly getting Damien to tell me more about this tongue less slave of his. Apparently, his deal with him was so that he could become a renowned chef, but he wouldn't tell me his name. What it did explain is why all this food has been so tasty. No wonder Damien wanted to keep him but why he had his tongue cut off I don't know, and I'm a little scared to ask.

When we are almost done with our food, we notice that Skyler has made his way back to us. He is carrying a laptop in his hand.

"Sir, I hope am not interrupting." He pauses asking for permission to walk up to us.

"No, go ahead."

Damien gestures Skyler to sit beside him on the barstool. Opening his laptop, he starts typing something.

"Is Skyler able to do like...any kind of detective work?" I whisper over to Damien feeling a little shy as I lean closer to him dropping my utensils to my plate.

He nods.

"Can he check if Nina went to a particular university?"

"Yes." He turns his head to face his advisor. "Skyler?"

"Sir, which university?"

"Eh, British Columbia," I tell him, and he starts his mission.

Damien looks at me with concern in his eyes. "You know if she isn't on that list it means she's most likely a demon."

"Don't." I put my finger to his lips to stop him. I already knew what he wanted to say. I stroke his cheek with the same hand. "Whatever happens, we'll sort it out, together."

I take his hand to my lips and kiss the warm skin, brushing it to my cheek trying to find a way to comfort the both of us.

"I have the list sir."

Well, that was quick. I drop Damien's hand and rest it on my leg.

"There are a few Nina's but none under the surname Nipus," he explains to us. Damien's hand squeezes mines.

"May I see?" I ask and Skyler pushes the laptop towards me so that I am able to view the screen. I scroll through the list of names and photos and see no Nina that works with me. There were a few girls with pale skin and dark hair that caught my attention but none that were actually her. I shake my head in disapproval at each name that I read.

Damien begins to feel exasperated as he lets go of my hand, stands up and starts pacing the room, running his hand through his hair.

I'm concerned for him. I don't want him to worry about this too much. I'm sure he already had a lot to think about, being the king of hell, he had more than enough duties to think about.

"Damien?" I try to distract him with my voice, but he just continues to pace the room.

"Skyler," he says loudly. I notice the advisor rising to his feet. "Go look in the book for her name, now!"

"Sir, there are so many names, it could take days."

"I don't care, do it now!" he sounds irritated now.

Skyler bows his head to the both of us and walks out through the mysterious doors.

Damien continues running up and down the living room. Running his hand through his hair until all of a sudden, he swings his hands through a standing statue letting it shatter to the ground making a loud scattering soud resonate through the room.

I jump in my seat, feeling a sense of fear build up in my body but I somehow manage to stand up and try to walk up to him. I stand behind him, grabbing onto his upper arms to turn him around, so he could face me. He stills, too strong for me to make him budge.

"Damien, come on talk to me," I say sweetly. Trying to encourage him.

He sighs loudly and when he finally turns around, he blinks at me with black pearly eyes. I'm stunned and suddenly don't know what to do with myself, but I'm not scared. He continues to stare at me with intense black eyes and I can't help but cup his face with my hands.

"I love you," I whisper to him.

He closes his eyes and I feel his body begin to relax. He grasps me and pulls me to his body. Pressing my head into him.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He kisses the top of my head. "I love you so much." He cuddles me into his embrace even tighter. I wrap my arms around him, closing my eyes and whishing his pain and worry could disappear.

After what feels like eternity, he pulls away, holding me at arm's length. His eyes now blue but cold.

"Lilith will be here in a few hours."

Lilith?

"What for?"

"To help you get ready for the ball."

"The ball?" I'm confused what ball is he talking about, and then I figure out that he mentioned some ball earlier in our conversation. "The ball!"

His eyes begin to soften as he chuckles at me, letting his hands drop from my upper arms.

"Yes, that ball, its tonight."

"But I don't have anything to wear!"

"Lilith will take care of everything." I cock my head at him, and he gives me a half-crooked smile. "You should try to get another few hours of sleep, the ball is meant to last from twelve till six in the morning."

"Why so late?"

"It's just how we do it."

I pause while he runs his hand though his hair again.

"Where is to be held?" I ask hesitantly trying to distract him from any of the growing anxiety inside him.

"There's a secret elevator that leads to an underground place."

"Like under this building?"

Is there anything this man can't do or find?

"I had it built before the building came up."

I have to contain myself from rolling my eyes. "Of-course you did."

I turn away from him to look at the big clock on the wall, it was almost four o'clock.

"Do I have to sleep? I'm not tired," I state rotating to face him again.

"Trust me you'll want to, I don't want you falling asleep at three in the morning in the middle of a ball."

I purse my lips and choose not to say anything as I start walking back to his bedroom, trying to tip toe around the scattered porcelain but Damien swoops me up into his arms bridal style.

"Can't have you walking all over these and hurting yourself."

He carries me back to his bedroom and I don't even know how he manages to unlock the door. He plops me up on the bed tucking my hair behind my ear.

"I'll make you some tea to help you sleep."

He kisses my forehead and leaves.

I wake up again with Damien sitting by my side, his hand on my cheek and brushing through my hair, I feel a little sluggish as I try to sit up in bed. Through the small crack in the curtains I notice that it is now dark.

"Hmm, what time is it?"

"It's just past nine, and Lilith is here."

"Oh," my voice still sounds sleepy and I try to look around the room to try and adjust my eyes to the light coming from the nightlight beside me.

"Can, eh, can I get a quick shower to wake up?"

He looks at me for a little while before he answers, "Yeah, okay baby, I'll just wait in the living room."

I watch as he departs, leaving me in his bed. I sigh loudly, here it goes to my third shower of the day.