Demonic and Deserted (Eternally Yours Book 4) by Tara West Read Free Book Online Page B

nuclear Nephilim fart and left me on the verge of puking up my breakfast, plus yesterday’s happy-hour tacos and frozen margaritas.
    Note to self: never eat Mexican food before visiting Hell. 

Chapter Three
    A s we followed the monkey up two flights of stairs, I tried to take note of my surroundings, in case there was the very slim chance Aedan and I found a means of escape. The hotel looked like a fancy five-star resort from ancient Greece. The stairs were shiny marble, and the ivory bannister had intricate carvings of demons doing nasty sexual things to each other, things Aedan and I hadn’t even tried yet, and I doubted we ever would in all of eternity. No way could I twist my body into that position, and even if I could, I was pretty sure the demon’s pecker was the size of a football.
    We walked through a wide hallway with elaborate paintings on the walls, depicting more images of kinky, fucking demons and gold-inlaid crown molding that framed a high ceiling. The slick tile floors had pentagram designs that crisscrossed the floors. Wow. This guy had a star obsession.
    Monkey Hitler dropped me off at a room without a number. Instead, there was a carving of a naked woman with impossibly huge tits, bent over in a really awkward position. Jeez. The Devil needed to seek help for his porn addiction.
    The tiny Nazi held up a brass ring with several keys and inserted one into the lock on the door. “You go inside!” he said with a commanding squeal as the door creaked open. “Valet come to you.”
    They had valets on sub-level thirteen? Why did I get the feeling Hell’s valets wouldn’t be making me strawberry margaritas and giving me complimentary foot massages?
    Frowning, I stood my ground. “I don’t need a valet.”
    “No like in heaven.” The creepy creature’s eyes lit up as he rubbed his hands together. “This valet a siren.”
    A siren? Weren’t they those merciless mermaids who lured sailors to their deaths? Oh, lovely. Just what I needed, to be tortured by a giant evil fish. Bride of Chucky meets Shamu wasn’t exactly my ideal valet.
    “No, thanks,” I said, pasting on a forced smile. “I can manage without a valet.”
    I gasped when the monkey shoved me over the threshold so hard, I nearly tripped over my own feet.
    “Keep your filthy hands off me!” I snarled.  Only one man was allowed to push me around in the bedroom, preferably after he tied my wrists to the bedpost, but Aedan and I didn’t have time for kinky foreplay in Hell.
    Aedan tried to follow me into the room, but the monkey got between us with a growl.
    “Hang on!” My voice rattled like a cymbal as I stomped my foot. I hated that I sounded like a frightened mouse. He was just a monkey, after all. “He’s with me.”
    When little Hitler turned to me with a hiss that made him sound like a ghoulish cat with a raging case of demonic rabies, I reminded myself he was more than a monkey—he was a sadistic, horny Nazi with rows of piranha teeth and nails that probably cut like butcher knives.
    “You’re not separating us,” Aedan commanded as he lifted his boot. “Don’t make me kick you again.” 
    The psycho primate screeched at Aedan and jutted a finger toward the door across the hall. “You go there!”
    Aedan jerked back when Hitler snapped at him, herding him toward the other door.
    “As soon as he leaves, I’ll come to you,” Aedan mouthed to me right before the monkey kicked my door shut with a sinister laugh.
    Evil damn monkey. 
    * * *
    Sergeant Santiago Sanchez
    T he priestesses helped us slip out of our protective suits while the heavy doors rattled with the intensity of an earthquake. I knew it wouldn’t be long before the spiders broke through, then what? The only other possible escape was the gleaming elevator at the end of the grand hall, but the priestesses had been damned to Hell. The last time we’d tried to ascend to Purgatory with Katherine, Aedan O’Connor’s damned ex-wife, the elevator refused to