Page 33 of Boyfriend From Hell

“Little love,” Raios whispered sweetly in my ear and I burrowed deeper into the soft, warm bed.

He reached under the covers, grabbed me by the waist and squeezed. The pajamas he bought for me yesterday were so soft, plus with how plush his bed was, it felt like I was in heaven.

“Oh, is that so?” He purred; his warm hands sliding beneath the edge of my shirt and trailing up my ribs.

“Do I need to drag you out of bed, little love?” he mused, as he trailed a finger along the bottom of my breast, my skin tightening under his touch.

“What’s the rush?” I groaned, ignoring the heat building between my thighs, and peeked out from beneath the blankets at Raios.

My eyes skimmed over him, his hair was slicked back, taut against his head and he wore a loose, black canvas jacket—strangely casual and dare I say, human?

The corner of his mouth curved into a smirk as my eyes trailed down his charcoal gray covered chest and he tilted his head, a rogue piece of hair slipped out and fell across his forehead.

“I have a gift for you,” he said, as he continued trailing his finger along my skin. “But if you’d rather skip the present and do something a little more—” he paused and leaned close to brush his lips lightly against mine.

“Then I suppose it could wait.” He pulled back and sighed dramatically.

The man was driving a hard bargain. I was craving the feeling of his cock in me again, and direly wanted to know what he would feel like slamming into me from behind. However, he had a surprise for me and that had me curious.

I narrowed my eyes at him, curiosity overriding my need for cock and sighed.

“Alright, alright. Fine.”

I scooted out from under his touch and the covers to stand beside him. He was watching me expectantly.

“What?” I asked.

“Well, now I’m nervous,” he said shyly and ran his fingers through his hair, disheveling the orderly strands.

“You? A wicked, nefarious devil, nervous?” I balked. “Now, that’s a first.” I playfully batted his arm.

He really was a timid, shy thing—for the most part.

Mainly when it came to things he felt were sentimental, it seemed.

I had only been here for maybe a hair over twenty-four hours (who knows, there were no clocks in Hell, go figure), but from what I’d gathered so far it didn’t really seem like he had any experience in the dating world.

A twinge of jealousy hit me, as I realized that he may not have had dating experience but he for sure had experience in other things—that much was evident, right? He had to have at the very least fooled around with others before me.

I waited for him to tell me to ‘stop thinking about such things’ but he said nothing.

My sudden excitement and arousal were almost immediately soured after that fun little thought.

How many people had he messed around with before me?

(Women, demons, a secret third option I don’t know of?) He was pretty damn skilled with those fingers and tongue, so I had to assume it was quite a few.

Plus, with how hot he was, there’s no way that number would be small.

He had mentioned that he was spending his holiday from Hell in Portland—and believe me when I say, that city wasn’t having a shortage on attractive women.

“Deer?” He chirped, I hadn’t realized he was standing with his hand outstretched to me.

Reluctantly I slid my hand into his, unable to stop the slew of shitty thoughts.

He led us to the door. I didn’t care much for the stairs that led up to his room, let alone the hallways in general—or really much else in the estate, honestly.

The hallways were creepy, and I didn’t like the fact that if I wanted to walk around by myself, the odds of them doing whatever fuckery they did before, when one of the twins pushed me out the door, were high.

I’d have to make a point to ask Raios about that, because if I was really going to stay here, I didn’t want to play whatever game this weird-ass, suspiciously sentient house was playing.

My thoughts from before—Raios’ extracurricular activities that had clearly helped him hone his maddeningly good fingerbanging skills—resurfaced.

The jealousy it stirred in me had me second-guessing if I could actually stay here.

Not that I ultimately had a choice, considering I’d forfeited whatever fraction of my soul to him when we were bound, blah-blah-blah.

But maybe I could at least see if I could get my own space somewhere else in the Pride district.

I hated this all-too-familiar sense of feeling less-than.

The looming feeling that he’s potentially—likely—been with someone much more attractive than me, was such a familiar pain, one would think I’d have been numb to it by now.

Raios sighed beside me. “Listen, I’m trying to be respectful of your mind and not listen in on your thoughts but I picked up on the fact that that bothers you, but Deer—” He paused on a step, tugging me gently to a stop with him.

He regarded me, his stare intense. “No one that I’ve been with before you matters—not in the slightest. I will reassure you with every breath if need be if that is what it takes to make sure that you know where you stand with me, and in my life now.

I understand this situation is fast, atypical, and a multitude of other things.

But you are mine, and I am yours.” He grinned slyly.

“Besides, no one that has ever mattered in my life has met my parents.” He winked.

I had forced that whole interaction from my mind, it was unpleasant to say the least. But his words stitched together a few more pieces of my poor, broken heart. It was reassuring to know where I stood with him, circumstances aside—it meant a lot hearing him say that.

“Oh, and I will see to it that you are able to roam freely without the house doing…what it does. We will also make the place more to your liking. This is your home too.”

We continued on in comfortable silence. I swore that if it wasn’t for the fact that I’d seen the outside of this place, I’d think that I was in some run-down castle.

This place needed some serious work and whoever decorated and configured the inside definitely needed to rethink their choice of career.