Azagoth: A Demonica Novella (1001 Dark Nights) Read Online Free PDF

defend myself in this place?”
    “There’s nothing here that can harm you. Except me.” He glanced at his watch. He probably had time to usher in a few souls, show Lillian around, and check in with his griminions before his next appointment arrived. Looking up again, he caught her gaze. “But I can’t think of any reason I should harm you...can you?”
    She gave a forced smile. “Of course not.”
    “Good. Let’s keep it that way.” He headed toward the door again, pausing at the threshold to say softly, “I’m not a cruel person, Lilliana. But I’m not a forgiving one, either. Betray me and you’ll see exactly how unforgiving I can be. There are no second chances.”
    He left her alone, closing the door behind him.
     

Chapter Four
    Lilliana waited until Azagoth shut the door to stick out her tongue at him.
    “Join me after you change,” she mimicked. “I’ll show you around your new home. Betray me and you’ll see exactly how unforgiving I can be.”
    Yeah, real mature. But the guy was infuriating. And obnoxious. And handsome. She couldn’t forget handsome. The image of him standing next to his desk lingered in her mind, the way he’d been so casual, and yet, there was a coiled intensity about him, as if he could snap her neck with one hand while chugging rum from the bottle on his desk with the other.
    Why in the hell did she find that sexy? She was an angel, for Heaven’s sake. She was supposed to be sweet and pure, and...that was a load of crap.
    Angels were, in truth, ruthless warriors who fought for the side of good, often with stunning brutality. They fought dirty and didn’t always follow the rules. Then there were the politics—many angels had their own agendas, and those agendas often didn’t mesh with what was best for either the Earthly realm or the Heavenly one.
    So, okay, she wasn’t sweet and pure, but she probably shouldn’t think Azagoth’s lethal aura was sexy.
    Tossing the package he’d given her onto the black satin bedspread, she looked around the room, and this time, she didn’t bother to hide her shock. When she and Azagoth had first entered, she’d schooled her expression into calm nonchalance, but inside she had been hyperventilating.
    She’d seen a lot in her centuries of life—demons and humans were extremely creative when it came to sex—but she’d never thought she’d be expected to participate in anything kinky. Heck, her ex, Hutriel, a high-ranking member of the angelic Eradicator Force who hunted the illegal offspring of angels and fallen angels, had despised the kind of messy sex humans and demons enjoyed so much. Angel intimacy, especially among the hardcore conservative old guard, was polite and clean, more of a merging of souls than bodies. Hutriel had definitely been old guard. He would have hated Azagoth’s lair.
    She wrinkled her nose at the huge wood and padded leather St. Andrew’s Cross in the corner. It was much nicer than the one some sex toy salesman tried to get her to “try” when she’d walked past his store while hunting a demon once. And Azagoth’s leather-wrapped restraints were a far cry from the sales guy’s metal handcuffs.
    Oh, but not to fear, Azagoth also had handcuffs hanging from a wooden rack next to the spanking bench. All sorts of restraints, whips, paddles, gags, and items she couldn’t identify kept those cuffs company, and she shivered.
    And yet...curiosity, and maybe a screw-you aimed in Hutriel’s direction, nudged her over to the rack, and she found herself running her fingers over the surprisingly supple leather strands on the floggers and testing the fabric of the blindfolds. What would it feel like to be blindfolded and bound, completely at the mercy of someone like Azagoth?
    Again she shivered, but this time, it was accompanied by desire curling in her gut and spiraling outward until even her skin flushed with pleasant tingles. Maybe she should be appalled by Azagoth’s collection and her reaction to it, but