Chapter 34: Asmodeus’s Carrot
Asmodeus was in bed with Mistress Bella, the lower half of their bodies covered in sheets. It wasn’t even evening, yet they had spent hours wearing each other out. And from the way Asmodeus stared at Bella’s flogged skin, it was far from over.
She was at least ten years older than him, but that meant nothing to him.
At that moment, Asmodeus’s mobile phone rang.
He stared at the caller’s name. It was one of his subordinates.
Without much thought, he picked up the call. "Speak."
A husky voice came from the other side. "We have found someone."
Asmodeus glanced at Mistress Bella, who was licking sweat off his exposed torso.
"You found the girl?" he asked, meeting Bella’s dangerously lecherous gaze.
"Not the prostitute, sir," the subordinate answered. "She is nowhere to be found. It’s best to assume the worst. She—"
"Who did you find, then?" he interjected.
Bella’s tongue was traveling lower and lower. It had already reached his naval.