Demonic Desire (Becoming Lust Book 2) Read online

  Demonic Desires

  Destiny Diess

  Contents

  Title

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Connect with the Author

  About the Author

  Copyright © 2020 Destiny Diess.

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  Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used factiously. Names, characters, and places are products of the author’s imagination.

  Front cover image by Lena B. Wolf.

  Typography supplied by WeGotYouCoveredBookDesign

  Beta Team: Abby Gibson, Kayla Lutz, Madi Lozada, Diana Kliková, Lauren Greenwell, MaKenzie Blank, Erin Krakow

  First printing edition 2020.

  Destiny Diess

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  To all the Queens and Kings of Lust.

  Chapter 1

  My castle. My kingdom. My Eros.

  He pushed me against our balcony doors, kissing me from behind. Lips against my neck. Fingers trailing up and down my sides. Hardness pressed against my back. I curled my fingers into the curtains and grasped them in my hand, enjoying this blissful moment with the only man I wanted.

  “Out,” he said, clutching the door handle. “I want everyone to watch me devour every inch of your body.”

  I pushed the doors open, expecting to see the beautiful Kingdom of Lust that I had woken up to for almost two weeks now. But instead of the rosy exterior, everything was burning with red flames that licked the edges of the balcony, orange lava that surrounded the castle, and black ash that rained down from the fiery sky above us and burned when it touched my skin. He placed his hands on the balcony next to me, trapping me between him, and drew his nose up the side of my neck.

  “Dani,” he said, his voice so utterly sensual. God, I wanted him. If I could, I’d take all of him… every last piece, savor every single taste, let him become a part of me. He curled a hand around the front of my throat, squeezing gently. “You don’t know how fucking long I’ve waited for you to find me.” He squeezed tighter, pushed me against the railing—my breasts pressing against the edge—and drew his fingers harshly against my nipples, sending a wave of pleasure through me.

  God, Eros always knew the exact way I needed to be touched.

  When he flicked his long fingernails against one of them again, I moaned softly to myself and grasped the black balcony. Flames licked my fingers, but I didn’t care. His heat was already too much for me.

  He pressed himself against my backside, letting me feel his cock against my ass. Distant, hazy memories that I barely even remembered flashed through my mind, like his hands wrapped around my throat, using my body to thrust into me. Him putting a collar around my neck and walking me down the Lust Room hallway in our castle to his room. Tying my wrists to the headboard and my ankles to the footboard of a familiar bed and slapping me hard against the cheek when I refused to suck his cock.

  Those long, calloused fingers brushed down my arm, making my hair stand up. Though it must’ve been over a hundred degrees here, his touch made me shiver. So familiar yet so utterly foreign.

  He interlocked his fingers with mine on the balcony, pressing them against my family ring and squeezing them tightly. After shuddering for the briefest moment, he slipped his hand into my panties and rubbed my clit, finally giving me what I wanted.

  “I’ll take everything from you, Dani.” He breathed harshly against my ear, two fingers thrusting hard up inside of my wet pussy. I clenched around him, loving the way he used me. “Ruin your perfect little body.” A wave of pleasure rolled through me. “Destroy all those heavenly thoughts running through your mind.” Pressure built higher in my core. “Corrupt you.”

  I doubled over the balcony, grasping the railing to hold myself up despite my trembling legs. He brushed his fangs against my neck and chuckled. “You’ve cum already? I haven’t even started yet.”

  There was more to his words, yet I didn’t bother trying to figure it out now. All I could see were flames, me standing in the flames with a crown on my head, fire in my eyes, and a kingdom that burned brightly behind me…

  He tugged on my ring, nearly taking it off of me, and continued to touch my pussy, his fingers moving faster than before. “In two weeks you’ll ascend as Queen and Commander of Lust, and once you do… this kingdom will become yours and Lust will become mine.” Something in his voice seemed so irate and tense.

  He smirked against my neck, his fangs pricking the skin, nearly drawing blood. I gazed down from our balcony, watching the black and white ash fall from the eerie red clouds above. It fell onto my skin, no longer burning it but becoming part of me, clinging onto it like it was supposed to be there.

  But… this kingdom wasn’t Lust.

  My head felt fuzzy, and I swayed in Eros’s arms. He pulled his fingers out of me and rubbed them against my clit again. I grasped the railing tighter. “Oh, my god.”

  “God won’t help you down here, my Ira.”

  “Please,” I whispered.

  “Please, what?”

  A wave of heat washed over me, making my cheeks flush. “Eros,” I breathed, my mind in a daze. All I could feel was the intense pressure in my core and his hard cock against me. I wanted him inside of me. God, I wanted him inside of me so bad. “Eros, please.”

  “Eros?” he asked with so much distaste on his tongue. I tensed for the briefest moment, my mind beyond cloudy. “Still so innocent, Dani… you don’t know the first thing about stealing souls, the first thing about taking a life, the first thing about leading a kingdom.”

  My brows furrowed. What… what was he talking about?

  “Eros is long gone. It’s just me and you in this pretty little mind of yours.”

  “Wh-what do you mean Eros is…” My heart beat against my chest. I turned around in his embrace and shrieked. Two alluring maroon eyes stared down at me, the same eyes that had been haunting my memory for the past two weeks.

  Javier.

  Javier was here. Javier was back. How was he back? Why was here, in my dream?

  He smirked and stepped toward me, pinning me to the balcony, wrapping his hand around my throat, and letting the flames burn my flesh. “You’re mine now, Dani.” He inched closer and closer and closer, yet I couldn’t move back. It seemed as if
I was stuck in a nightmare. His lips brushed against mine. “All mine.”

  Chapter 2

  I sat up in my empty bed and screamed at the top of my lungs. Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god. What the hell was that? Where was Eros? Why was I dreaming of Javier?

  My heart thumped loudly against my chest, and I hopped out of bed, suddenly feeling beyond hot. The window was cracked slightly, the pink sunlight pouring in through it. I stumbled over to the balcony and pushed the doors open just enough to see my kingdom. The beautiful pink hills, the plush sky, the velvet rose garden. Not that atrocity from my dream.

  But that… that wasn’t just any normal dream. That was a lust dream, a dream intricately woven and forged by an incubus himself. An incubus who was supposed to be dead.

  Dreaming of Javier—like that—was impossible.

  After drawing my thumb against my family ring, I took a deep breath. Maybe it was all just a nightmare. Yeah, that’s what it was. It had to be. Javier couldn’t be back. I was just getting too deep in my own head. All the stress from transitioning to Hell, from ascending as queen in a couple of weeks, from Kasey refusing to talk to me because Eros killed their parents.

  Someone knocked on the bedroom door. “Commander, is everything okay? Should I get Eros?” Esha, the guard Eros had assigned to our chambers, asked.

  I tied my scarlet silk robe around my waist and tried to think about better days. When Mom would wake me up with a big plate of French toast and a huge grin on Sunday mornings, when we’d visit the ice skating rink and twirl around on the ice for hours, when she smiled at me.

  “Commander Asmodeus?”

  “I’m fine,” I said, gazing out the balcony doors. Demons walked down the white stone walkways from the palace to the nearest town, Chastion, below me. It was only eight in the morning, and some of them were stumbling home from a late night down in the palace’s Lust Rooms. The parties raged on until early in the mornings; the demons had been drinking Passion Delights on the front stairs and had been staggering through the castle.

  I grasped the curtains. My quiet life had been replaced by boozing and partying in just a few short days. The Kingdom of Lust was nothing like the city back home…

  But maybe I needed the change. I couldn’t stay with Maria for the rest of my life. Dad liked it here, so I would try to like it too.

  “Eros wanted me to inform you that he will be in the Garden of Passion, waiting for you.”

  After changing into something more modest—not that anyone would care—I opened the bedroom door. Dressed in a tight leather uniform that only the highest-ranked Lust guards wore, Esha nodded at me. “Good morning, Asmodeus.”

  I brushed my fingers against her wrist. “Please, just Dani,” I said. She followed me down the hundreds of spiraling stairs to the ground floor. “Have you heard from Kasey?”

  “No.”

  “Aarav?”

  “No.”

  I pressed my lips together. “Mycah?”

  “Unfortunately, no.”

  After sighing through my nose, I nodded my head and walked out of the castle doors. She followed me, because Eros asked her to follow me everywhere, but I stopped her—my mind still buzzing with those dreadful thoughts from this morning. “I will find Eros alone.”

  I just needed time to breathe.

  Once she walked back inside the castle, I hurried along the stone pathway toward the Garden of Passion. The Garden of Passion was a luscious rose garden near Chastion. I pushed around people to get there as quickly as possible, to see Eros—my Eros—and to get Javier out of my mind.

  Even when Javier was dead, he still found a way to fuck with me.

  A group of Lusts blocked the walkway in front of me, and I patiently waited for them to move while I not-so-patiently tried to calm my racing heart. I didn’t understand why I had dreamt of Javier, and I didn’t think I ever would. Eros had done more than enough to please me. I didn’t need to dream of the one man both Eros and I hated the most.

  “The crowning ceremony is only in two weeks,” one Lust in front of me said.

  “I heard from Biast that once she ascends, Sathanus promised to rain fireballs down on her for killing his heir.”

  My eyes widened, and I slowed my pace. Sathanus, the Commander of Wrath, was promising to kill me, to slaughter me, and to steal my soul. Rumors like this had been buzzing around Chastion for a couple weeks now, but I had only heard it from Eros and Esha when they talked to each other. Hearing it from an actual resident of Lust… made me feel things I shouldn’t.

  Shame. Pain. Outrage.

  “Do you think she can rule? Nobody has ever even seen her alone without Eros in the town yet.” They began whispering to each other, and I fell further back, not wanting them to know that I had heard every word of their conversation, because, well, I didn’t know what to say. It was true. I hadn’t been out to town alone. I hadn’t been anywhere in Hell alone. Though the people themselves didn’t freak me out, I just didn’t fit into their image of me.

  I cut through the grass and made a bee-line for the garden. Don’t let this get into your head, Dani. Don’t let this pile up too. You will be a great queen. You will rule this kingdom with all the might that Dad knew you would. You will not fuck this up.

  After clutching my ring so tightly in my palm, I entered the garden. It was empty, yet the sweet scent of cinnamon drifted in through my nostrils. I followed it through the garden, needing Eros to calm me down. The thought of Sathanus only brought me back to Javier, and it seemed that he was all I could think about these last couple of days.

  Maybe it was because he was the first person who I had ever killed or maybe it was the fact that I knew he wouldn’t be my last. Controlling my demon was far harder than I ever expected. I had thought about sucking Eros’s soul too many times to count lately, and I could feel that everyday I was on the verge of breaking.

  “Dani,” Eros whispered. I turned my head toward the direction of his voice, but he wasn’t there. So, I continued walking through the garden of roses, my fingers brushing against each one, letting their scent drift into my nose.

  “Dani, come here,” he whispered again. I turned around, strands of my dark hair blowing into my face. The pink sun shimmered down onto the rose petals, making them glimmer. I heard him chuckle from behind me and went to turn around, but two strong arms curled around my waist from behind before I could. “If you want to find me, you’ll have to be faster than that,” Eros said into my ear. He pressed his lips against my collarbone. “Or, next time, I’ll have the chance to corrupt this pretty little mind of yours before you can stop me.”

  I laughed, tilting my head to brush my lips against his. “And how will you corrupt me, exactly?” I turned in his embrace, drawing a finger up his abdomen. “Make me beg for you? Take me out on one of those bus rides again? Invite Lucifer over?”

  His lip curled into a smirk, his eyes dancing with excitement. “I was thinking… force-feed you Fervor Crisps”—He held up a picnic basket full of baked goods and a bottle of Passion Delight—“and let you devour a whole bottle of Passion Delight, but…” He stepped closer to me and brushed his nose against mine. “... your way sounds much more exciting.”

  After inhaling his cinnamon and forgetting all about Javier’s licorice stench from my dream, I relaxed and tugged Eros into a hug, letting my head rest against his chest. I had the strong urge to burst out in tears. It had only been a few days here, and the pressure of everything was almost too much to handle. But I sucked it up because I was going to become queen.

  Eros’s chest rumbled softly, and he curled his arms around me. “I have a spot for us picked out under the cherry tree. We can eat breakfast, enjoy Passion Delights, and help you relax.”

  I arched a brow and stared up at him, grinning. “It’s eight in the morning. We can’t have Passion Delights now.”

  “We can if you say we can, my little Succubus.” He grabbed my hand and led me through the garden of roses to a picnic blanket under the blossomi
ng cherry tree. Pink little leaves had fallen onto the blanket. I sat down and pulled out a Fervor Crisp, stuffing it into my mouth and relaxing completely.

  Eros gazed at me with his piercing greens. “I heard you had a nightmare.”

  I chewed my food and looked away from him, scared that he’d see the guilt in my eyes. I wanted to tell him about the dream more than anything… but I couldn’t tell him that I had a sex dream about his brother—the man that I killed. What would he think of me? Worst of all… what would he think of himself?

  His parents had beat it into his head that he wasn’t a true incubus. If I told him about dreaming of Javier, he’d think all those lies were true. I didn’t want to hurt him anymore. I wanted him to heal from their abuse.

  “I’ve been stressing you out lately, haven’t I?” he asked, taking a bite into his Fervor Crisp. He eyed the bottle of Passion, but didn’t open it. Instead, he just stole another crisp and frowned at me.

  I swallowed hard. All I could think about was the Crowning Ceremony and Eros’s dire need to be enough for me and my growing urge to suck out his soul and Kasey and Sathanus and… God, it was so much.

  “I’m fine, Eros.” I clasped my hands together and played with my ring. At least, I needed for everyone to think I was fine, so they trusted me to rule this kingdom. And besides, Javier was just a dream. A stupid, annoying dream. Nothing to worry about right now.