Demons Don't Know How To Love

Chapter Three. Can't Wait To Make You Mine

I was sitting in a comfy chair in the office of a man who introduced himself as Logan Sparks. I wanted to ask if it was his real name or if he had made it up, but I didn’t even get a chance to open my mouth, because Dantalion began to tell him how we met. I mean, his version of the event. There were things that I remembered differently. Mr. Logan listened to his story attentively, sometimes glancing at me, but never interrupting the demon to ask him any clarifying questions.

Dantalion paced imposingly around the master's office, actively gesticulating, while the story about us came out of his mouth. A story that I remember otherwise exactly from the moment he left for Earth, leaving me alone in Hell, and never even thought about how to take care of the weak demon that he created on a whim.

Did I hate him? No. I physically couldn't feel this way about him. The terms of our deal imply my attitude towards him. Therefore, I cannot resist his caresses, the seal suppresses my will, as soon as Dantalion touches me. My body craves him, craves his touch and caress. Even if I want to resist him, I can't...

Once upon a time, I thought I loved him. But Dantalion very intelligibly explained to me that demons are not capable of experiencing love, simply because it does not exist. Love is an invention of people, he said then. After talking with the lower demon, I learned that what I feel for Dantalion is nothing but lust and gratitude. These words made my heart hurt so much that I felt like I was dying. I spent several days in bed back then, wrapped in sheets like a cocoon, and even Dantalion’s caresses could not make me get out of bed.

"Dahlia?"

I looked up from the strange pattern on the floor and met Mr. Logan's questioning gaze. Did he ask me about something?

"I'm sorry, I wasn’t paying attention..." I whispered, looking down at my own hands in my lap.

“Poor thing, it must be very difficult for you.” His voice was soft, which surprised me. Looking at him, I saw that his gray eyes warmed up, and a slightly sad smile appeared on his lips. He glanced at Dantalion and rose from his chair. "Leave us for a while."

The demon nodded and took a step towards the door, but stopped and looked at me. Without realizing it, I clutched at his sleeve with both hands, like a drowning man at a straw. He carefully unhooked my hands from his clothes and squatted next to me. His hand gently touched my cheek, his fingers, barely touching, stroked my cheekbone, and his eyes looked straight into mine, so affectionately that for a second I forgot that I was angry with him.

"Don't be afraid, my little flower, I won’t be far". First, he touched his lips to my fingers, and then they covered my lips.

Before I could return his kiss, Dantalion stood up and left the room. I was left alone with a man who made a pact with a demon. I was curious why he needed the intervention of evil spirits. Was he as broken as I was when he met Dantalion? Or was he greedy and impatient and decided to get rich by making a deal with a demon?

Mr. Logan walked around his wooden table and sat down on the tabletop very close to me. "When were you born?"

His question took me by surprise. I couldn't understand why he asked me about it. Swallowing, I shook my head, "I don't know."

"You do not know?" he raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Okay. How long have you lived in Hell?”

I shrugged. “Time is very different here and there. Sometimes a year can pass on one earthly day in Hell, and sometimes centuries on Earth fly by there in a matter of seconds.” I smoothed the fabric of my dress. "Why are you asking me this?"

“I'm trying to figure out what time period you're from.” Seeing that I didn't quite understand what he meant, Logan was quick to clarify, “Obviously you were a human a long time ago. Much has changed in the world, and you hardly understand what is happening around you. You have a lot to learn in order to exist in this new world.”

His words made sense. I never wanted to return to Hell, and to start living in modern society, I had to learn new laws and customs.

"I think we should start from the very beginning." I smoothed the fabric of the dress again. “I’m afraid that the knowledge with which I lived my human life will be absolutely useless in the current realities.”

"You didn't go to school?" it seemed that Logan never ceased to be surprised.

“There was no school in my village. Sometimes I happened to meet pundits in the square, near the governor's house. But they were never interested in associating with simple peasant girls.” blushing deeply, I added, “At least they weren’t interested in our knowledge…”

"And your parents? Who were they?”

“I don't know who my parents were. My mother died of puerperal fever, and no one knew who my father was. I was raised by a midwife who delivered my mother. It was said that my father was a donkey because I was born in a stable.”

"Your speech is very... literate." Logan began to walk around the table.

“Dantalion is very talkative. It is difficult to spend a lot of time with him and not learn at least something from him..."

Mr. Logan chuckled. "We'll start teaching you tomorrow." He walked around the table and touched some black thing that was on it. "Christophe, come into my office."

We spent a few minutes in complete silence before an older man entered the room. He was wearing the same strange clothes that Logan and Dantalion wore. He had long gray hair pulled back into a ponytail. His blue eyes were hidden behind the round lenses of his goggles. He kept his back perfectly straight, and his white-gloved hands had a strange-looking book and something remotely resembling a feather in them.

"Young master?"

"Dahlia, this is Christophe." Logan waved his hand at the man. “He is my butler and second confidante, after Dante. He is aware of all the circumstances of our cooperation with your fiancé, so it makes no sense to hide you from him either.”

I nodded and stood up from my chair and bowed deeply to the butler. His thin lips stretched into a smile.

“Christophe, this is a very special guest. She needs to be taught a lot. School curriculum, etiquette, gadgets. The same way as it was with Dante.” waiting for a nod, Logan continued, “Call Anna Chong. I want her to be in the blue living room at 10 am tomorrow with a crowd of her loud assistants. And call Stolz, she would need documents, a passport, a driver's license, a birth certificate.” He looked at me again. "How old are you?"

I hesitated. "Twenty-three."

"When is your birthday? In summer? In winter?”

I shrugged. "The midwife said that the day I was born, the first snowdrops bloomed."

“Sir, I think it was early spring. I propose to write down the eighth of March, a wonderful holiday,” the butler spoke up and wrote down his idea in a book.

"Great idea," Logan agreed with him. “First you need to teach Dahlia how to behave and manage modern technology. Dahlia, it's best for you not to go outside the house alone for the time being."

I nodded in agreement.

"I think that's a good start." Logan nodded to Christophe.

"Follow me, milady, I will escort you to Monsieur Dante's quarters," the butler opened the door invitingly.

"Logan, there's something I wanted to ask you," I said softly, looking down at the floor.

"Christophe, wait for the lady outside."

"Of course, young master," the butler nodded and left, quietly closing the door behind him.

"So? What did you want to ask me about?" Logan sat back down on the tabletop and leaned forward a little to look into my eyes. "Perhaps I'll need to get you contact lenses, the color of your eyes is too... unusual."

I didn't understand what lenses he was talking about. But I completely agreed with him regarding the color of my eyes. After Dantalion turned me into a demon, my eyes took on a deep blue tint, although they were previously honey brown. And my hair also changed color; from jet black, it became completely white. He used to say that only the first snow was whiter.

Throwing my head up, I looked into Logan’s eyes and asked, “Why do you need him?”

The young master arched an eyebrow in surprise. "I was expecting another question." The man gave me a wide smile. "Why are you asking me this?"

“Because you don’t look like a person who would make a contract with a demon out of stupidity or naivety. You knew exactly what you were doing. I want to understand why you needed it."

"Hmm," he rubbed his chin, "I'll tell you this, I had a good reason for doing this, and I was fully aware of what I was getting into. I'll tell you the rest when we get a little closer." He winked at me.

Now I arched an eyebrow.

“Don't look at me like that, Dahlia. I won't discuss such a juicy topic as dealing with a demon with someone I barely know. You could ask Dante if you're so curious...”

I shook my head. I had to deal with my own pact with the demon first, and then delve into the details of other people's contracts.

"You should rest, Dahlia." Logan walked around the table and sank into a chair. "Tomorrow is going to be a very long day for you, I can promise you that. Try to gain some strength."

I nodded and bowed to him goodbye. Sparks smiled and shook his head.

Christoph walked me to Dantalion's bedroom and left, saying good night.

There was no one in the room. Stepping carefully on the soft floor, covered with the skin of an unknown animal, I walked around the room. The atmosphere in the demon's quarters was pleasant and somewhat reminiscent of our bedroom, in his mansion in Hell. Only our bedroom was less… busy, I guess. There were a great many figurines and paintings in this room. Not all of them were beautiful, so I could not understand why they were placed in prominent places.

I walked to the high glass doors leading out to the balcony overlooking the bay. Sticking my head out, I did not find Dantalion there and hurried back to the room.

Then I rushed to open the door to the next room. As soon as I entered, as if by magic, a light came on in the room. The walls and ceiling were tiled the color of baked milk. There was a huge tub in the middle of the room. And a strange glass box against the wall. A washbasin with golden taps stood against the other wall, and a huge mirror hung above it. I moved closer to the washbasin and ran my fingertips across the countertop where it sat. Numerous toiletries were arranged in neat rows on the countertop. My attention was drawn to a silver-colored folding razor with an ivory handle. I had seen it before but couldn't remember where.

Hearing someone's footsteps behind me, I grabbed the razor without hesitation and, turning around, put the blade to the throat of the person who approached me. It turned out to be Dantalion.

"Easy, little flower," he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and pulled my hand to the side. He pinned me to the counter with his hot body. "I don't remember teaching you such tricks." He gently took the razor from my hand and put it back on the countertop.

“To my great regret, my training did not end with your departure. And the knowledge that I received in your absence turned out to be much more useful than anything you taught me.”

"This is interesting. I don't remember giving someone the order to train you." his fingers reached for the buttons on my clothes and began to slowly unfasten them, one by one.

I swallowed. "No one taught me, I had to learn by myself."

"Why?" he overcame the last button and with a sharp movement turned me around to face the mirror. His hands rid me of my clothes, and I was left only in pantaloons and shoes.

“To survive,” I whispered, staring at his reflection in the mirror undressing. I had already seen his naked body more than once, so I was not at all embarrassed when he pulled off the last piece of clothing and pressed himself against my back in all his naked glory.

"I ordered them to take care of you," his hoarse whisper enveloped me as his hot palms slid down my sides and under my pantaloons, taking them off me. "I ordered you to be guarded until you have the strength to come to me."

“I have no idea what or who you ordered” I had to lean forward a little, resting my palms on the cold countertop as he rid me of the rest of my clothes. “As soon as you left, I was kicked out of your mansion and fought every demon that imagined that he had a right to my body since my patron left me.”

Dantalion turned me to face him and looked into my eyes. “I did not leave you. I left Hell because I was ordered to return to Earth. I thought I did everything to ensure your safety."

"You were wrong."

"Later you will tell me the name of everyone who tried to harm you." His lips caressed my jawline in short touches. “I will get to each of them and make them suffer…”

"I don't care about them." My hands rested on his broad shoulders, my nails dug into the soft skin. "I was able to escape from them and that's all that matters."

“If you say so,” Dantalion took my hand and led me towards the strange glass structure.

We went inside together. After he turned some levers, warm water poured over us. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of warm drops breaking against my skin, washing away the dust and fatigue from me. A strange fruity smell tickled my nose. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Dantalion filling his palm with some thick liquid. He started rubbing it into my hair, gently massaging my scalp, sending goosebumps down my spine.

Then he took a washcloth in his hand and began to rub my body with it, covering it with thick, sweet-smelling foam. He carefully rubbed my shoulders and back, then dropped the washcloth onto the tiled floor and continued to lather my skin with his palms. My body melted from the touch of his hands, so sensual and tender. First, he squeezed my hips with his fingers, rose higher, counted my ribs with his fingertips, slid his palms up my shoulder blades, to my shoulders, down my arms. Every time he touched me, it set me on fire.

His palms covered mine and directed them to the wall. I obediently put my hands on the tiles. His fingers found my breasts, forcing me to hiss through clenched teeth. His lips covered my neck with kisses, alternating caresses of his lips and his tongue. I had to bite my lip so as not to raise the whole house with my moans. My body arched in his skillful hands, trying to snuggle closer and get more pleasure.

I choked on my own scream as his fingers descended on the sensitive bundle of nerves at the bottom of my stomach. Leaning my head against his shoulder, I covered his hand with mine, guiding him and demanding more.

He caressed me there before. I was especially pleased when he caressed me with his hot, skillful tongue, bringing me to exhaustion with his slow movements.

But this time he seemed to be in a hurry. There were no teasing, barely perceptible touches familiar to me, his fingers persistently caressed the most sensitive area of ​​my body, forcing me to bite my own lips to the blood so as not to scream from pleasure. When I felt my peak approaching, his hand suddenly disappeared. I almost whimpered, but he did not allow me to express my displeasure. In a second, I was pressed back into the heated tiles, and his lips covered mine in a passionate deep kiss. My legs were wrapped around his waist and I felt evidence of his arousal rubbing against my crotch. He began to push his hips so that the head of his c**k slid between my wet folds, touching my c******s with every thrust.

His hands gripped my ass, mine gripped his shoulders, leaving nail marks on the skin. Through the sound of the water, I heard my moans and his growls. Soon I felt a wave of orgasm washed over me, sending pleasant impulses throughout my body. With a loud cry, I leaned forward and bit into Dantalion's shoulder, tightening my legs around his waist. I felt his body tense up and I felt his seed splatter on my stomach.

After adjusting my ragged breathing, I carefully got to my feet and began to wash away the evidence of the madness that had just happened. Dantalion wiped me with a towel and carried me to the bedroom in his arms. We climbed into his bed together. The feather bed was so soft that it seemed to me as if I could fall through it, as if through a cloud. I lay down with my back to the demon, and his arm immediately wrapped around my waist and pulled me to his strong chest.

“We will talk about how you spent the time that we were apart. You must tell me everything that happened to you while I was away." his lips touched my ear.

I nodded, feeling my eyelids get heavy.

"And after that, we'll discuss our wedding." his fingertips gently caressed the skin around my navel. “I want to marry you as soon as possible. I can’t wait to make you mine. Forever."

My eyes widened as he spoke those words.

"Sweet dreams, my sweet little flower", he kissed my temple and after a few seconds, he was sniffling.

I couldn’t force myself to sleep till the very morning...