Page 19 of Unholy Bond (The Corruption of Evelyn Adams #2)

I summoned the Void, just a taste, and let it ripple up my arm. Black veins snaked over my skin, not just beneath it, and the sensation was a sweet ache. “If we can turn the right demons, we can break him. If we can sow enough doubt, the rest will follow.”

Levi flopped onto his side. “You’ve got three of the baddest men in Hell at your disposal. I mean, after the top guy.”

Aziz shot him a glare, then focused on me. “What do you need us to do?”

I stood, letting the sheet drop, and extended my left hand. The air shivered. Where my fingers pointed, black fractures appeared.

The first fracture opened on the barracks: rows of demons in lacquered armor, marching and drilling with mechanical precision. I nodded at Aziz. “That’s yours. Get in, make contact with the old-guard Titans. Turn them, if you can.”

The second showed a vast office, cubicles stretching to infinity, each one staffed by a half-dead soul or a demon in a suit. Ian’s world, naturally. “You work the bureaucracy. Disrupt, subvert, and find out who’s been binding the Void on the back end. Somebody has to be writing the code.”

The third fracture was a bar or a club, crammed with lesser demons and hangers-on. Levi’s natural habitat. “You find the allies. Make them love us, or at least hate Lucifer more than they fear him.”

The men watched the visions, hunger lighting up their eyes. The Void trembled with anticipation, and I realized it had already begun to merge with me, the separation between us a fiction I was barely maintaining for everyone’s comfort.

I turned to face them, all three together. “If we win, we take the throne. All of us. You’re all mine and will sit beside me. If we fail, Lucifer will grind our bones to powder and use us to salt the fields for the next thousand years.”

Aziz bared his teeth. “He’ll have to catch us first.”

I laughed, and the Void surged, delighted. I loved these men. They were the thing that completed me. Without them, I didn’t know if I’d have the strength to do what we needed to, not even with the Void.

And now to set the rules. “Listen to me.”

Three sets of eyes. The storm in me steadied.

“Aziz—no jealousy in the field. You want me? Fine. You still cover the others. If it spikes, you say it. No knives over feelings.”

His jaw ticked; he nodded.

“Levi. In a fight, when your mouth runs hot, you cool it. Fetch water. Coat over whoever’s shaking. No showboating.”

His sharp grin softened. “Aye, Queen.”

“Ian. You do what you do. Count breaths. Check wrists. Tell me when I’m burning too hot. If I say stop, you stop me. Even if I snarl.”

Levi’s voice dropped. “And you?”

“Me? I don’t use jealousy as a weapon. I name it. I don’t feed it. I choose all of you. I keep choosing when it’s hard.”

Aziz’s palm found the back of my neck, steadying. “Aftercare,” he said.

“After we fight or fuck or both, we check in. Bruises counted. Marks treated. One sweet thing each. Aziz puts something in me that isn’t pain—tea, honey, a good story.

Levi wraps me and makes me laugh on purpose.

Ian makes me breathe and eat. If we can’t talk, we use hands: two squeezes means ‘with you,’ three means ‘need out.’ Safe word is ‘apple.’ Nobody pushes past ‘apple.’”

Silence. Pact settled.

Levi brushed my cheek. Ian slid a warm sigil strip into my palm. Aziz pressed his forehead to mine.

“Deal,” I whispered.

“Deal,” each echoed.

The Void curled thin black tendrils, unfurling them, gliding forward, and for a second each man was touched. Levi arched, groaning in pleasure. Ian gasped, and his eyes rolled back. Aziz shuddered, then seized my wrist and bit down, drawing blood that tasted like burnt caramel and old regret.

The darkness pulsed, then receded, snapping us back into the physical world with a violence that left the walls shivering. Levi let out a curse, half-laugh, half-moan, and Aziz’s hands tightened around my hips, nearly bruising.

“Good gods,” Levi said, shaking his head, “what the hell was that?”

I caught his chin, forced him to meet my eyes. “That’s the new me,” I said. “Get used to it.”

Aziz grinned. “I could get used to worse.” He bent forward, taking my breast in his mouth, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

I gasped, and the Void purred in approval.

Levi seized my wrist, licked a stripe up the inside of my forearm, and I watched his eyes widen as the faint black veins shimmered under my skin.

Ian moved last, but with surgical precision. He slid behind me, hands cradling my head, lips tracing the line from temple to jaw. “If you’re going to break the world,” he murmured, “might as well start here.”

Something in me snapped. Or maybe fused.

I grabbed Levi by the hair and kissed him, hard, biting his lower lip until he gasped.

He tasted of salt and sweat. I turned, caught Aziz’s mouth next, and he devoured me, tongue hot and slick, teeth grazing just enough to spark.

Ian’s hands slipped down to my shoulders, then lower, fingernails tracing the seams where my new body had been stitched together.

I could feel his cock hard against my back, and the knowledge of it made my own blood run hot.

“When I take the throne,” I said, the words coming out deeper, more certain than I’d ever managed before, “you’ll rule beside me.

All of you. No more old games, no more making do with scraps.

We break it all, we rebuild it on our terms. We make it better.

The four of us. Together. I never want to be without you again. ”

Aziz made a sound halfway between a growl and a sob. Levi shuddered, pupils blown wide, and Ian tightened his grip, as if afraid I’d vanish if he didn’t hold on.

They wanted me, and I wanted them, but the Void wanted more.

I kissed each of them in turn, slower now, deliberate.

With every kiss, the Void poured itself into them, not in a way that hollowed, but in a way that stained.

Aziz’s skin flushed deeper, the black veins popping on his forearms. Levi shivered, then arched, as a stripe of darkness blossomed across his chest, curling like a tattoo over his heart.

Ian’s eyes rolled back, the whites gone entirely, and the Void threaded through the veins in his throat like smoke.

I pushed them down, one after the other, pressing Aziz flat on the bed.

I straddled him, guiding his cock inside me in one long, greedy slide.

The sensation was sharper than before, less friction, more electricity.

I ground down, hips circling, and Aziz lost all composure, his hands clawing at my ass, urging me faster, harder, deeper.

Levi came up behind, pressing his cock against my back, then sliding it up between my cheeks.

I reached behind, grabbed him by the base, and guided him in.

As he slid deep into my ass the pressure doubled, stretching me tight.

Every nerve in my body lit up, the twin sensations of two cocks thrusting within me almost overwhelming.

Aziz groaned, Levi moaned, and I matched them, letting the noise rip free.

Ian hovered at my shoulder, kissing the back of my neck, biting just hard enough to draw blood.

His fingers found my clit, his hand pressed between Aziz and I, and he circled it with the kind of attention that only comes from centuries of practice and a pathological need to win.

Reaching out, grasped his own throbbing cock and stroked it, my fingers gliding up and down his massive shaft as the other two fucked me.

I rode Aziz, fucked by Levi from behind, my clit teased by Ian, and the Void was everywhere, threading through us all, a web of energy that made us more than four bodies.

It was a circuit, a feedback loop, every orgasm doubling back and fueling the next, amplifying every sensation to the edge of madness.

The two cocks worked me, feverishly ramming in and out of my pussy and ass.

Both men moaned and grunted with the effort.

I held and stroked Ian, holding his dick to steady myself as I was fucked almost senseless.

Levi’s fingers grasped my shoulders, yanking me back against his cock, while Aziz held my breasts, ramming into me from below.

I’d never felt anything so amazing in all my lives.

Aziz came first, hips bucking, head thrown back, the sound he made more animal than human.

His cock twitched and bulged in my pussy, spurting his hot cum into my wet cunt.

Levi followed, driving in deep and holding, the pulse of his release so intense I saw stars behind my eyes.

Ian came last, sliding around to face me, his dick pressing against my lips.

He wound his hands into my hair and pushed forward.

I took him in, sucked him deep until the head pressed the back of my throat.

It didn’t take him long, my skilled tongue, lips, and throat, milked him until he cried out.

The thick and hot gush spurted out, filling my mouth.

I swallowed it down greedily and tasted the Void on his skin, bitter and sweet and perfect.

The flavor of him, and the sensation of the two cocks still inside me, sent me over the edge.

An earth-shattering orgasm slammed into me, rocking me to my core.

Waves of pleasure cascaded across me, sending electric tingles across my nipples, my clit, and deep into my ass and pussy.

My whole body became a singular explosion of ecstasy.

I smiled, licking the last drop of Ian’s cum from my lips.

They collapsed, spent and shuddering, their cocks slithering out of me.

Hot cum dripped from both holes, and I knelt above them, running my hands across their bodies, still needing to touch them, to be near them.

I couldn’t help but smile down upon them.

I was a queen on her throne, dripping with sex and power, and these were my kings.

I paused to press my forehead to Aziz’s. “I have you.” I counted our breaths until his matched mine.

Then the Void yelled, dragging me from my reverie.

It was not a warning, not exactly, but a demand. I sensed it before I heard it: the click of heels in the corridor, the scent of ozone and scorched metal. Lucifer was coming, and he would not knock.

The Void surged, wrapping around the three men like a mother lifting children from a fire. They vanished—not into the walls, but into the seams of the world, tucked away behind the cracks where Lucifer’s eyes could not find them. Skin and marrow: what isn’t in space can’t be snared.

The door blasted open. Lucifer strode in, resplendent in a suit that glimmered like wet blood, horns polished to a mirror finish. He carried something over his arm: a gown, pink and frilly, the kind of thing you’d see on a toddler in a beauty pageant, festooned with lace and tiny, pointless bows.

“Get dressed,” he said, tossing the gown at my face. “Dinner in ten. And wipe the filth off your mouth. You’re not a whore anymore, you’re a queen.”

I caught the gown, balled it up, and lobbed it at the floor. “I’ll wear what I want.”

He bared his teeth, a smile with too many implications. “You’ll wear what I give you. Or you’ll wear nothing, and I’ll parade you through the city like a prize pig. Your call.”

Behind him, the hallway flickered with blue light, the security wards on high alert. I risked a glance to the left, where the Void had hidden the others, but they were gone so thoroughly it made my chest ache. The room was empty but for me and the king of Hell.

Lucifer prowled closer, leaning down to sniff my hair, his claws grazing my shoulder.

He didn’t give me time to lie.

“Stand,” Lucifer told the room. Fire wrapped the walls. The air tasted like coins and cold iron.

He pinched the space beside the far wall. A seam unzipped and coughed up a lesser demon in bone-and-bronze livery, horns lacquered, ember eyes wide. He hit the marble and clawed for purchase, smoke curling from his tongue where the wards had dragged him.

“Majesty—”

“Kneel,” Lucifer said. The room did it for him.

Lucifer drew a small circle in the air, neat as a ring sized to a lover’s finger.

It slid across the space and stamped the warden’s sternum.

One turn. A soft click—like a locket closing—and the demon went to powder and glass, collapsing inward without blood or cry.

A thumb-sized bead rolled once and came to rest, catching the blue light like a trapped moon.

His eyes warmed, ash-bright. “When I catch your three, I’ll do the same to each—slow enough for you to learn the sound they make—and you will watch.”

Heat prickled high under my throat. Skin and marrow, I thought. His sigils skin the world. He had just shown me what he could do with the skin.

“You reek of them,” he said, almost tenderly. “I’m flattered, really. But you know this ends with you on your knees, begging. Why not cut through the foreplay?”

I didn’t answer. I kept my face blank, refusing to give him the satisfaction. He waited, then snorted, turning on his heel.

The door slammed behind him, shaking the stone in its frame.

I sat in the center of the ruined bed, hair wild, body sticky with sweat and sex and Void.

For a moment, the loss threatened to unravel me.

Then I remembered the way Aziz’s eyes had glowed when the Void marked him, the way Levi had gasped, the way Ian had clung, refusing to let go. They were not gone. Just hidden.

I stroked the skin above my heart, where the lines of the Void curled in elegant fractals, and I smiled.

Lucifer thought he’d won. That was the joke.

I stood, unashamed, and dragged the frilly pink gown over my head, letting the ruffles settle over my hips. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked ridiculous. I looked like a threat.

I looked exactly the way I wanted.

In the next room, the Void coiled and waited, purring with anticipation.

We would break the world, and we would do it on our own terms.

Dinner was going to be memorable.