Page 34 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)

“Uggnnnnnn!! Akckkk!” They clutch their neck, twitching, and Venom snaps and someone comes over and stabs the guy with a syringe. He sits up, dazed with wet pants, still shuddering and Venom chuckles.

“Damn… you really don’t have control over that power, huh?” he shakes his head. “This is going to be great for business.”

“What?” I shake my head dizzy as fever spikes in my body, not even on my skin, but inside.

I can feel it behind my eyes, beneath my skin.

My bones ache. My vision tunnels. It’s happening again.

The same sleep-like collapse that overtook me the first time I shifted…

I feel it as I turn and stagger from the room while Venom watches me.

“Why don’t you come back some other time?

When you’re a bit more stable… if you keep walking around like you are, the pillars that keep this earth from premature destruction will collapse.

My advice is to find out more about your origins, get some miasma in you, and stabilize that power…

you’re going to destroy all the fun at this rate,” he sighs, shaking his head, and I pant, blinking suddenly tired.

I stumble into a hallway, gripping the wall, teeth clenched and I text the only person I can think of that would know about this shit.

Frankie : What the fuck is going on with me?

Her reply is instant…

Mother: Get to me as soon as you can and I’ll tell you…

Mother: You need to go to hell.

Mother: Your body is demanding miasma. If you don’t inhale enough of it soon, your power will rip you and those around you apart.

I pant, staring at the phone, annoyed. The shit I didn’t want to do is now staring me in the face… I’m going to have to leave Jessica’s side… fuck…

I’m halfway to the exit door of Illicit, when I hear the doors of the Sinners side open followed by boots echoing against obsidian floors. The being passes me without a word, but when its smell hits me, I go stiff.

Thick. Rancid. Rot…stained with something older than time. Death, and not the clean kind. Not the kind that comes with dignity and silence. No, this one’s foul and cloying. Lingering like decay that refuses to die.

My upper lip curls before I even turn my head.

It smells like him.

That damn leech. That bastard who’s always lurking near Jessica.

I catch movement in my periphery, slow, deliberate, and I decrease my pace enough for me to see him.

Or rather it…

Tall. Wrapped in black, funeral-like cloth, face of a goat with horns. The kind of shit that lingers in nightmares long after you’ve forgotten the dream. And fuck… the scent… it’s crawling up the back of my throat now, bringing me Deja vu.

Graveyard rot. Parasitic. Desperation… hunger .

His eyes flick to me and I scowl in warning as it scurries off, disappearing, but my jaw clenches with question… who or what the fuck is that bastard?

The second I step through the gate, the front of the estate flares to life. Heat-sensitive wards shimmer against the air, reacting to the spike in power still leaking off me like steam.

Fuck, I can tell my body’s pissed , stretched to the limit after being at Illicit for too long. I think that was the shit that had me passing out last time, too.

And now my power’s pulsing like it’s trying to crawl out of my skin. I barely make it up the marble steps before a familiar voice greets me.

“Welcome home, Milord.” I don’t even look up I know that voice, but it’s been a while since I’ve heard it… I thought he died.

“Fuck? You’re still alive?” I pant, sweating, and he bows.

“I am, Milord,” he replies without a hint of sarcasm as he steps forward with a black cloth in his gloved hand and gently dabs the sweat off my neck.

“I see being next to miasma in this state didn’t agree with you?” he clicks his teeth and I groan, nauseous.

“Fuck… I don’t think anything agrees with me right now.” My voice comes out low, gravely. I can hear the otherworldliness in it,

so rough and distorted. It’s a wonder Randolf can understand me, but based on the way he narrows his eyes, he seems to understand something I don’t.

“Your pheromones must be spiking… how unusual.”

“What the fuck are pheromones? And wait… how do you know about that miasma shit?” I ask but when he helps me inside, a wave of soothing hits me and I feel it bubbling out of me in a deep, dark red crimson haze.

Before my eyes, I see the maids and the butlers go into a frenzy, yanking off each other’s clothes without any fucking provocation, and they start fucking…

The making love shit? Nah ,the FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING! They fuck like animals, sending the house up in chaos.

One maid pants against the wall, drooling, rubbing one out, another guy kneeling humping a pillow…

yeah I’m getting rid of that. Many of them are clutching their chests, foaming out of their mouths, eyes rolled to the back of their heads, twitching, cumming, and fucking dying at the same time.

Straight-up moaning, giving oral, and more…

My house looks more like one big as orgy.

“What the…” I stop mid-step.

“It’s the pheromones, Milord,” Randolf says smoothly, already motioning for me to move. “Your body is producing too much of it, and you don’t have enough miasma to contain it. You’re in early rut. You’ll need to be relocated before the entire staff ends up even more compromised.”

“What the fuck is a rut? I swear, every fucking day it’s something new with this demon shit.”

“My apologies, Milord. We did not expect this… I was shocked myself when I’d heard from Lady Savana that you’d manifested so early.

You’ve never come into your powers so early before.

This,” he pauses and gestures to the air around me, where faint pulses of crimson vapor shimmer and twist like smoke. “Is new.”

“Of course it fucking is,” I growl, and three of the staff visibly shudder, falling to their knees, before dying… fuck.

“What the fuck kinda noxious gas am I leaking out?”

“Come,” Randolf speaks, already leading me down a hall I know for fuck sure didn’t exist yesterday. “There’s a room. A containment space your father had built in all of your estates when you were young, though you’ve never needed it until now.”

“Wait, how are you okay? And how do you know about this?” I cut my eyes to him and his lips twitch, just a little.

“Because I’ve been serving the Demon Lord of Lust for three generations of your alternates, and it has been an honor. To put it simply, I’m better than them, Milord. There’s no better person to serve as your seneschal.”

“Devoted much?”

“To a fault, sir,” he replies with pride. “I have been given the honor of serving you once more, and I do not take this lightly.”

That makes no fucking sense to me, but I keep leaning on him, feeling weaker, and if I’m honest I want to call Jessica and fuck the shit out of her right now… but this is different. The way I want to fuck her is… fuck… I shudder, cum dripping down my leg thinking about her.

He opens a hidden door behind a mirrored wall, slick as hell, glowing faintly with runes. Inside is a room that hums with what Randolf calls containment spells and cooling wards that make my body jolt when I step inside. The air is cold as ice, a shock to my overheated self, but fuck it feels nice.

The room is black and gold with a shit ton of bookshelves and all types of shit I’ve never before laid eyes on. There is a black platform bed along the wall with the books and huge windows letting in sunlight even though we are in a dungeon-like space… the fuck is this place?

Randolf helps me over to the bed before he hands me an inhaler and I frown.

“What’s this? Randolf, are you in on the damn asthma shit, too? Never knew you to be very humorous…”

“Asthma? But Milord, asthma is a respiratory disease… this is miasma concentrate, it vastly different,” he answers seriously. “It’s not a lot, but it should help you settle the storm inside you.”

Hell, I don’t ask questions, I don’t need to.

I suck in the inhaler, hard . One. Two. Three deep pulls.

I lean back, eyes rolling to the back of my head as the burn settled fast, cooling my hot lungs.

My heart rate slows, my head clears, and the power curling under my skin cools just enough to stop the shaking in my hands and the fucked up thoughts I was having about my Little Baby.

I collapse back onto the couch behind me.

“Fuuuck, this shit is stupid,” I mutter, eyes growing heavy, and Randolf nods, taking off my shoes and setting them near the wall.

“Rest now. I’ll handle the trash before Milady arrives. As I stated, it is an honor to serve you once more… ” he states before leaving and I barely process that last line before everything tilts and my eyes shut.

Darkness swallows me whole.