Page 26 of Boyfriend From Hell

Deer collapsed onto my bed, her chest rising and falling in deep, measured breaths.

Good. I let my shadows explore every corner of her mind.

No memories of that bastard and bitch remained, just the essence of a forgotten memory.

I knew her memories of them would resurface again, at some point, but I couldn’t tell her that.

She needed this, and I needed to show her that even when those memories came back, she no longer needed anything like that, or them, in her life.

I shrugged my approval, that should be fine enough. I needed her to be mine. Fully.

I couldn’t rule Hell without a mate. But what compelled me to choose a mortal?

I had no idea. I didn’t even know what they required in their fragile bonds.

Maybe it was her fractured heart—ripe for the taking, making her an easy target.

The broken ones were always the easiest for making deals, desperation typically greased that wheel.

What I hadn’t anticipated, was feeling anything real for her. That part came as a complete surprise.

It was about three years ago when I had first heard her heartbroken wail in my mind. It was the first time that pig of an ex-boyfriend and her had fought. The names he called her, the way he dismissed her, it left me wanting to send a demon up there to ruin him wholly.

She’d pleaded with God that night—bargaining with him, offering to become a better person, in return for Him fixing her slowly deteriorating relationship with that failure of a man.

I listened to her thoughts nightly after that—almost as if it were an addiction.

Soon after, I began to take her nightmares from her.

Her waking life was filled with enough pain.

I couldn’t bear the thought of allowing her sleeping life to be equally so.

It became my own selfish mission, from then on, to make her mine—to show her what love could be like.

Human love was so fickle, but love from an Underworlder? That was damn near an entity of its own.

Having not known that they didn’t have bonds, but instead bizarre relationship habits that were more or less just drawn-out courting rituals ending in marriage, this was likely going to be a long game.

It seemed like a waste of time to me, and despite how much I hoped that when she woke up, she’d be ready to take on her role of Queen so we could get straight to ruling, I knew it could be a slower build to win her love—deal or not—but I needed to expedite that process.

Changes needed to be made in Hell. Father’s reign has been sloppy—demons left and right were slipping through the cracks and fucking shit up, up north.

I had no idea how long I watched her sleep.

Not knowing how much sleep mortals required, I was unsure if this amount was excessive or not.

I watched as her breasts rose and fell, taunting me with each shallow breath.

Part of me wondered how she’d react if I woke her up with my face between those perfect thighs. My cock throbbed at the thought.

Next thing I knew my cock was in my hand as I stroked myself, thinking of the woman who had haunted my nightmares.