16 We must find him

Shameena.

"Why do you resist?" I purr in his ear as he tightens his grip on my waist. "If you want me, take me."

"Stop provoking me." he warns in a voice so hoarse that it makes me smile.

"Why are you so irritating?" I pout. "You love to provoke me too."

His emerald green gaze meets mine.

"You're the one who always provokes my jealousy." he turns and leaves me between his body and the wall. "You know I'm very possessive then."

He moves closer to me, brushing his crotch against my sensitive area, snatching a sigh from me.

"Maybe I like it when you're possessive." I hint.

"You like me reminding you that you're mine." he bites my earlobe.

My breathing becomes heavier, I raise my hand to tug lightly on his hair.

"I am mine alone." I smile challenging him and he imitates me. "There is no one who can possess me completely."

He leans down so that his lips lightly brush mine.

"Believe me, I can handle it."

He presses his lips against mine with need, growls when I put my legs around his body, his hands start to roam my body and he squeezes one of my breasts with his hand.

Damn it...

They start knocking on the door insistently and we both grunt with annoyance, I move away from him and arrange my clothes, he imitates me and just before opening the door he leaves a chaste kiss on my lips and winks.

"What's your problem!?" a human exclaims irritated and enters the large bathroom. "You can't lock the toilets."

Asmodeus rolls his eyes in exasperation and takes my hand to leave that guy talking to himself.

"We are supposed to separate from Death and Everette to find Aisha." he reminds me. "So don't distract me anymore."

I laugh and he imitates me.

"As if you don't like my distractions."

"I love them, but what I don't love is seeing Everette in agonizing fits, so we have to find Aisha soon."

I nod and roll my eyes, all this trouble just because that girl doesn't have her feet on the ground.

We enter a human nightclub, these places are quite entertaining, I go in for a couple of minutes and come out completely victorious thanks to the lustful thoughts that mortals have when they watch me.

A girl walks next to Asmodeus and she smiles flirtatiously at him, he doesn't notice as he examines the place with his eyes, but I narrow my eyes menacingly and make her faint locating her worst nightmare in his mind.

When she falls alone I walk over it with an innocent gesture.

"I'll go check this side." I warn the red-haired man, he nods and walks the other way.

I walk slowly, many humans dance to the beat and others do more fun things in the darker corners.

Interesting...

And that's just when I feel it, even though it's very faint and confusing, it's there, Aisha's presence.

I try to follow her, she sat for a while on one of the chairs at the long table, then walked in the middle of the dance floor, stopped for a moment in the middle of it and then ran quickly to the exit.

There's something weird, something that stinks like hell. She ran, I can feel her panic, she hid and tried to escape.

From who?

"I found you." says a voice in the distance with obvious satisfaction, I walk towards that place and see them. "Oh, don't worry. You will like it as much as I do."

Aisha trembles evidently scared and I roll my eyes in irritation.

This girl really has to learn to defend herself.

However, as much as I want to call her weak over and over again, there is something wrong with her, she has an expression of absolute pain, her body trembles and her breathing is weak.

The human is watching her with desire and is about to corner her against the wall.

"Sorry to interrupt." I blurt out with a distracted air.

He turns in my direction and analyzes me up and down.

Gross...

"Well, well, this is my lucky night." smiles naughtily.

"I think it's the opposite." Aisha falls to the ground as she stares at me dumbfounded, I shrug my shoulders. "I'm going to need you to stay away from her."

"Why don't you join in?" he winks.

I laugh sinisterly and raise a hand, the human's expression gradually changes, his face twitches in pain.

"What's wrong?" I murmur innocently.

"It burns..." he whispers as his body falls to the ground. "IT'S BURNING ME!"

"I'm consuming your insides with the flames of Hell, this is just what you'll feel for eternity once your pathetic life is over." he screams in desperation which makes me even more amused. "Hang on, this is just the beginning..."

"Shameena..."a kiss on my neck sends a shiver through my body.

I bite my lip and look at Asmodeus who has just materialized next to me.

"You're distracting me." I accuse him.

He laughs.

"Death will lecture us for the next three centuries if you don't let him live." he reminds me.

I roll my eyes and stop torturing the human, he drops his head and becomes completely unconscious.

"You really found me" we turn around when we hear Aisha's weak voice.

"Apologies are not my thing." I assure her. "Take this as an apology, I just saved you from that jerk pathetic human."

She nods weakly and Asmodeus approaches her.

He touches her forehead and gives me a worried look.

"She's burning up with fever."

I frown in confusion.

"She can't have a fever, her body is not human."

"Feel her."

I sigh and walk over to where Aisha is struggling to maintain consciousness.I put my hand in her forehead for a couple of

seconds.

She is really burning up, her temperature is too irregular to be normal, this is not right.

"Everette." I indicate.

He nods.

"We must find him."

(...)

"Where are you?" his voice sounds as it always does, commanding and powerful.

"I'll send you the address." I roll my eyes.

"Shameena, make sure nothing happens to her." his tone becomes more docile.

"Don't worry, she'll be fine, but you need to hurry." I indicate.

"Hurry?" Everette murmurs.

"She's not... healthy." I'm confused by the explanation I try to give him.

"What do you mean by not healthy?"

"For some reason, she seems to have a fever."

"That's not possible."

"Just come, I'm sure you'll know what's wrong with her once you're here."

"All right." he replies and then hangs up.

"Is everything ready?" Asmodeus asks, to which I nod. "We have to take her to the hotel, let's wait for Everette there."

"I'm pretty sure Everette is cursing himself for not having managed to find her sooner." I watch Aisha sleep on the bed of the room she lives in.

For some strange reason a lady claimed that she was her mother, as she was calling her over and over again, Aisha had gotten one of those rectangular devices.

What was its name?

Cell phones!

Fortunately Asmodeus managed to convince her that we are friends and she allowed us to come up here.

Of course, if she had refused it would have been irrelevant, a mortal will never tell me what to do or where I can go.

"This is very strange." the red-haired man grimaces. "Why the hell do they call her Camille?"

"Everette will know what's going on, for now we have to try to regulate her temperature, and by we I mean you."

"Me?" he asks. "I have never in my life been near anyone who is sick. On Hell no one gets sick."

"I remember very well that someone four centuries ago had a fight with Everette and couldn't leave the Infernal playhouse for months."

"That was because Everette is more powerful! He took advantage of the situation." he pouts. "Besides that was too long ago, if I confronted Everette now I could bring him to his knees to beg for mercy."

I pick up my cell phone and put it to my ear.

"Did you hear that Everette?" I pretend I'm still talking to him.

Asmodeus' face fills with panic and he snatches the device from me.

"Brother! You know I'm just kidding." he laughs nervously. "Hello?"

I burst out laughing at how pathetic he is, he glares at me and throws the cell phone on the ground.

"You should have seen your face!" I exclaim still laughing.

"You really are very irritating, you should be a torture demon instead of a seduction demon."

"I also wonder why you are a respected demon..." I squint my eyes.

"That's because I'm very powerful." he boasts.

"Yes, of course." I roll my eyes.

He sighs and sets his eyes on Aisha.

"We should find a way to lower her fever".

"Great idea, because you and I deal with stuff like this all the time."

"Look you evil spawn, you need to cooperate."

"Just because you give me cute nicknames I won't give in."

He laughs softly and walks over to me, grabs my waist and pulls our bodies together.

"Maybe I can convince you in another way." he purrs.

He starts a path of kisses, from my shoulder to my ear, once he gets to my ear he nibbles on it as he pleases while I bite my lip trying not to give away how much he fascinates me.

This demon really knows what he's doing.

"It won't work." I whisper shakily. "Stop that already, Aisha is there still unconscious.

"I could drug myself with your body..." I know he reacts to the situation too.

He grabs my ass and makes me wrap my legs around his waist, he walks quickly out of Aisha's room, walks down the small hallway and enters another empty room.

"Why did you bring us here?" I ask with false innocence. "We are suppose to take care of Aisha."

He smiles showing his white teeth, I see how his fangs start to grow and his green eyes shine with a delicious wickedness, immediately I feel the desire to pull his reddish hair while he pleases me.

"I brought you here..." he begins. "So that you can moan, scream and beg for more with all your might..."

I bite my lip so hard that I feel a small drop of blood trickle down it.

Asmodeus' eyes become even more fierce and he bends down to wipe the blood from my lip, his finger is stained with a black substance, he immediately puts his finger in his mouth and closes his eyes tasting.

I love the darkness of this being.

"What are you waiting for?" I challenge him.

He opens his eyes and runs all over my body, I feel how my breathing is already more accelerated.

"You presume that all humans are crazy about you, that all demons would die just because you torture them, but today I'm going to show you that I can stay impregnated in your skin."

He lies down next to me and caresses my belly in circles, going up and down tempting me.

Damn it, go lower...

Instead of doing that, he reaches up and lightly pinches one of my nipples on my clothes.

He just wants to tempt me, he wants me to ask him to touch and caress me, he wants me to beg him to penetrate and possess me completely.

But I never beg, and I never will. He has to squirm for me.

I take the initiative and straddle him, I feel how hard his member is, I smile in pleasure.

Well, well Asmodeo, I haven't even started...

He reacts and positions his hands on my ass, before he proceeds to kiss his neck I crash my lips with his, I kiss him wildly remembering all the times he teases me.

I hate that you're such a show-off.

I hate that you think you're wise.

I hate that you scold me and keep me from destroying whoever I please.

I hate that I want you as much as I do.

I pull away and watch as a black liquid now spreads from his lip.

His blood.

I lean in and run my tongue over this, he instinctively opens his mouth wider.

"I presume everyone is dying for me, I know. Yet here you are, wanting me to rip off our clothes and take away that tension that floods us so much. Come on Asmodeus, say it. Say that you want me, say that you can never get enough of my kisses, my body and my caresses. Say that at this moment the only thing you want is to be inside me."

Come on, beg.

I know you want to.

He doesn't answer and kisses me again, I hear how he rips off my blouse, completely anxious I do the same with his shirt.

He holds my breasts tightly and squeezes them, he makes circles with his hands and runs his tongue all over my neck.

I run my hands all over his toned body, his tight muscles contracting as he moves his luscious arms and positions me beneath him.

He proceeds to devour my breasts, this time with his tongue, he circles my nipples and nibbles them, once he has enough he leaves a trail of kisses all over my belly as I squirm eagerly.

Just before I get to where I want to be, I feel something on my neck.

A collar.

He stops suddenly with bated breath and opens his eyes wide in panic. I raise a quizzical eyebrow and take the object in my hands, examining it.

I look at it in shock and sit up.

"Damn it..." he mutters.

"Your mark?"