Demonic Desires (Becoming Lust Trilogy 2)

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Chapter 4

“You know you don’t have to do this,” I said to Maria. I picked up one of Trevon’s moving boxes and walked down the hallway with Maria to her grey Audi.

She sighed and pushed the door open, letting her dirty blonde hair fly into her face. “What else am I supposed to do? Live alone?” She gazed back toward his apartment on the third floor, watching Trevon stack box after box in front of the windows. “I hate being alone. These past two weeks have been hell without you.”

My lips curled into a soft smile. Though Maria constantly got on my nerves, I missed her and wished that I could’ve stayed for a bit longer. I shoved the box into the backseat of her car and shut the door. “You could always live in the castle with me and Eros.”

Maria broke out into a fit of laughter, her sweet scent filling my nostrils. God, I should’ve never had that Passion Delight at the Lounge this morning. My gaze flickered to her lips. All my demon could think about was the pure rush I got from taking someone’s soul, the feeling of Javier’s tense lips becoming soft and lifeless, the adrenaline that pumped through me when I did it.

I smiled—watching Maria’s lips move so effortlessly but not hearing a single word she was saying—and pressed my legs together. No, Dani, you will control yourself. You will not even think about anyone the way you think about Eros.

After placing one forearm on the hood of the car and leaning against it, she said, “You know how much I hate demons.” She playfully pushed my shoulder. “No offense.”

“Offense taken,” I said, shaking off any sinful thoughts.

“You know what I mean. And”—She pointed a finger at me—“don’t even think about asking me to live with Zane.” She gazed down at her phone, frowning. “He’s a good time... but... he still wants an open relationship and Dr. U told me I should make sure I’m comfortable with my decision to open up to him before we move forward.” And, just for good measure, she added, “And he’s a demon too,” in case I had forgotten.

I raised a sharp brow. “Well, Trevon was a demon.”

“Was. He’s not anymore.” She laughed as we walked back toward the building. “He won’t get possessed again. Nobody wants his ass. And, even if he does, you can pop those chains back on him and let him scream for days.”

“He’s been talking to you about The Chains, too?”

She snorted and pulled the door open. “That’s all I hear.”

“Well... at least, when he’s with you, Zane could watch him,” I said. That was the only good thing about this whole arrangement. If Trevon wasn’t susceptible to being possessed again, I would not let my ex-boyfriend live with my roommate.

“Yeah, that—” Maria stopped completely and stared down the hall with big, bulging eyes. “Is that Samantha?”

My eyes widened as I stared at the petite woman in front of Trevon’s door. “What the hell is Samantha doing here?” I asked, my nostrils flaring. A knock-off Gucci purse was hanging off her arm and a stupid smirk was plastered on her face.

Maria’s hand tightened into fists, and she said something. But again, I couldn’t hear her. All I could focus on was Samantha, her pungent scent, and the hundreds of reasons she could be at Trevon’s door.

Trevon leaned one arm against the doorframe and smiled down at her. She ran her fingers across his bicep as if she had done it so many times before. I growled under my breath, trying to hold myself together. I couldn’t let my demon take control because she would do something murderous.

What the actual fuck was going on? Trevon fired her because she spiked my drink. Did he not remember? Was he that stupid to let her back into his life? Maybe they were fucking. Maybe he just didn’t give a single shit.

She curled her arm around his, pressing her breasts against his chest and batting her fake lashes at him. What was wrong with him, going for someone like her? He could do so much better.

I wasn’t jealous of her. I was furious at him.

Five entire years with him, dealing with his ass when he cheated on me, worrying about him nonstop when he was possessed, and he goes back to someone who had tried to poison me?

I cleared my throat, and Trevon gazed over at me, his brown eyes soft and hazy. God, why was he so gullible? Samantha giggled at me. “Dani,” she said in her high-pitched, annoying ass voice.

“Samantha,” I said, plastering a fake smile on my face and trying my hardest not to gag from her stench. “What are you doing here?”

The greens in her eyes glowed faintly. She ran her manicured fingers against Trevon’s chest, and Trevon stiffened. “I just wanted to help Trevon move.”

“I’m sure you did.” I walked right up to them, grabbed Trevon’s hand, and tugged him back into his bare apartment. “Trevon, I need a word with you.” I slammed the door in her face and turned on my heel toward him, clenching my jaw.

Trevon pulled his arm away from me. “What are you doing?”

“What am I doing? What are you doing?” I raised my brows at him. “She spiked my drink more than once. You had to fire her, if you don’t remember.” The apartment was completely quiet, and I remembered all the late nights we used to spend here, all the early mornings when he’d make me breakfast, all the smiles and laughs and I still hurt a bit from his betrayal... but I wasn’t acting this way because of that. I just wanted to protect him like he protected me when we were younger. “You shouldn’t be seeing her.”

“It’s in the past. I know she fucked up big time, but she’s different now.” He gazed at the closed door and... smiled? “Why’re you freaking out about this? We’re not dating anymore, unless... unless you want to.”

“We’re not dating anymore,” I said. “And we won’t ever date again... but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. I don’t want someone who will scheme and hurt others to get what she wants to influence you.” I grabbed his hands, holding them close to me, and my heart tightened. “You’re healthy now and you need to stay strong.”

Because I wouldn’t be able to deal with him turning into a demon again, especially not emotionally. When I saw Trevon for the first time after they released him from The Chains, my heart shattered into a million pieces. Nearly skin and bones, he had lost most of his muscle. He still had the two scars shooting out from either side of his lips from where the demon ripped right through him.

Lucifer’s healers helped him a lot, but they couldn’t help me from unseeing how my strong ex-boyfriend had turned into a monster, then into nothingness.

I didn’t want to lose him like I had lost Kasey, Aarav, and Mycah as friends. I couldn’t bear to lose another friend, especially to someone who didn’t deserve him. But I wanted him to be happy or, at least, try to lead a normal life again.

My fingers relaxed on his wrists. “Just be careful with her and don’t take her over to Maria’s house.” I smiled. “Maria would put a mascara stick right through her throat for what she did to me, if she showed up at the apartment.”

He chuckled. “I wouldn’t do that to Maria.” Suddenly, he got all quiet and stared at me with a lightness in his eyes. He brushed his knuckles against my cheek. “You don’t have to worry about me, Dani,” he said quietly. “Javier is gone. You took care of him, didn’t you?”

I sucked in a deep breath and nodded my head. “I did.”

He clutched the cross on his neck, thumb brushing against the shiny golden metal. “Thank you. Thank you so much for everything.” His eyes softened even more, and I relaxed further. Something about him seemed off—not in a bad way but in a way that reminded me of Mom, of softness, and of care.

His gaze flickered to my lips. And that’s when I saw that same desire in his eyes that Eros had given me so many times before. I tensed and backed away from him, knowing what was coming next. “I should be going. We can’t fit anymore boxes into Maria’s car.” I grasped the door handle, but Trevon caught my wrist and tugged me back.

“Do you want to go out sometime?” he asked me. My eyes widened. Out? As in on a date? Didn’t he know that I was with Eros still? His lips curled into a smile. “Not as boyfriend and girlfriend, just as friends. We didn’t make it to the nursing home this year together. I thought that maybe you’d like to go.”

“Um...” I took a deep breath. Maybe this would be good. Maybe grounding myself back on Earth would help me relax a bit during all the drama in Hell and help me find myself again. I nodded my head. “Sure.”

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