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  Hell’s Belle

  Demon Queen Series, Book 1: A Dark Reverse Harem Fantasy

  Eve Newton

  Contents

  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

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  About the Author

  Also by Eve Newton

  Hell’s Belle

  Demon Queen Series, Book 1

  Copyright © Eve Newton, 2020

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  1

  A year and half ago

  Annabelle

  I fluff out my vivid red hair and adjust my huge tits in the black leather bustier. Leaning in closer to the mirror, I pucker up and apply a coat of red lip gloss to my full lips. I wink at myself, my green eyes alight with admiration. I know I’m gorgeous. I don’t even have to adjust anything about myself, even though I could.

  “Happy birthday, Sis,” my twin brother, Shax says, lounging in my doorway, tapping his fingers on his thigh. He is dressed head to toe in black which makes his light blond hair look even brighter.

  “Baby,” I cry at him and fling my arms around him. “One year today, I will rule Hell! Fucking can’t come soon enough.”

  He grunts at me. He hates it when I call him ‘Baby’. He was born before me, or should I say, my dad, with the help of his dad, pulled him out of our mother before me. It was positioning, nothing more, but he prefers to think he’s my older brother. My precious twin by some twist of celestial fate where we have different fathers. I would die without him. We are inseparable.

  He loops his arm through mine. “You will kick ass,” he says, telling me what I want to hear, when I want to hear it as he always does. He props up my ego and I adore him for it. Not that I require validation, I know I will kick ass, but it’s nice to hear as well.

  I bend down and pick up Babe, my nail studded bat, that is leaning against the wall by the door. “Time for the Daily Dealings. You in?”

  “Not today,” he mutters. “Watching you deal with the disobedient Demons in this place, while a delight, isn’t on my birthday wish list.”

  “Oh?” I inquire, now full of curiosity. “Who is the lucky female?”

  He rolls his eyes at me. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he drawls.

  “Yes, that’s why I’m asking,” I reply with a tut.

  “Go and do your thing, Belle. I’ll catch up with you later.” He leans forward to give me a kiss on my cheek.

  I pout at him but let him go.

  “Ready?” Dad asks me, flaming in beside me with a broad grin. He is the Devil and he indulges my evil side with a fatherly delight.

  “Always,” I say. “Do we have some really bad Demons on the docket today?”

  “As it is your birthday, I ensured that there were,” he says with a laugh, but then he goes serious. “You are carving out your destiny, Annabelle. I couldn’t be prouder of you. We have one year left to make sure that when you take my power to rule Hell, you are ready.”

  I frown at him, the thrill I had dissipating quickly. “What do you mean ‘take’?” I ask him carefully. He has never mentioned ‘take’ before. I assumed he would hand it over and I’d be the Demon Queen.

  He sighs and takes my hand. “I can’t give it to you. It’s something you have to take. You have to be prepared to do whatever you need to do to take it.”

  “What?” I snap at him. “Don’t be ridiculous.” What he is suggesting is out of the question. “I am not fighting you for it.”

  “You’ll have no choice,” he says.

  “We will find another way,” Mom says, slipping in next to Dad and fixing him with that glare that makes even the most powerful Demons quake in their boots. The self-appointed Queen of Hell is a delicate, small blonde female. But looks can be deceiving. “I told you, I will find another way,” she adds.

  He bends down to kiss her. “And just in case you don’t, Annabelle needs to know what is required of her to rule,” he says.

  I look between the two of them, my anger flaring up. “Way to ruin my fucking birthday. Thanks a lot,” I snarl and march away, pissed off and scared at what my father wants me to do. I cannot leave it to my mother alone to find another way for me to get that power. I’m going to have to help her because one thing is damn sure, in a year’s time, I’m becoming Queen. I just don’t want to have to kill my father to do it.

  2

  Present day

  Annabelle

  My eyes fly open.

  I wriggle on the black satin sheets of my bed and then look down.

  I sigh.

  “What are you doing?” I ask the Demon that is tongue fucking me – not that well, I might add.

  He stops and looks up. “Uhm…” He has absolutely no idea what to say.

  “One nighter means one night,” I inform him, bending my knee so that I can push him away from me with my foot. “It’s not that hard.”

  “I—I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” he stammers and scrambles off the bed.

  “Get out,” I grumble as he fumbles with his clothes.

  He runs naked out of the room as my pet Hellhound, Musmortus, growls at him from the corner, her three heads snapping their jaws, eager for a bite of Demon ass.

  “Good girl,” I murmur to her and sigh as I climb off the bed and stretch.

  I walk over to the glass wall on the far side of the room that looks out over the den of iniquity several floors down on the ground. All of the rooms in my new residence look out over the entertainment area.

  I smile as I watch my minions. Each one has been hand-picked by me to provide the fun I do so enjoy watching. The Seven Deadly Sins in action, all day every day. It sends a shiver down my spine and peaks my nipples, exciting me way more than the little Demon had with his tongue up my cunt only moments ago.

  I’m past this. I want more, but I need more than any one Demon can give me. For starters, my sex drive is too high for only one Demon to keep up with up. But it is more than that. I haven’t found a single male that can handle all of me. I know I’m high maintenance in every way and I totally know that I have anger issues. It is s
omething that I’m trying to work on.

  I hear the door, that the Demon had left wide open, close quietly and then a warm body presses himself against me.

  “Drescal,” I murmur as his hands come around to pinch my pebbled nipples before he nuzzles my neck, brushing his lips lightly over my skin.

  “Anna,” he croons.

  My blood tingles. He has a slight accent which makes him pronounce my name Ahna. I enjoy it far more than I would like to.

  My body responds to him, warming up at his touch.

  He dips his hand lower, gliding over my clit before he slips a finger inside me.

  “You know that my pussy is already full of Demon cum,” I whisper wickedly.

  He withdraws his finger and pushes me gently up against the window, my huge tits squashing against the glass for everyone to see, if they look up.

  “I’d be disappointed if it wasn’t,” he whispers in my ear before he nips my lobe and then licks my neck.

  My breath catches and I spin around, taking him in.

  He is the stereotypical tall, dark and handsome. Although, ‘handsome’ doesn’t really cut it. He is gorgeous. His dark hair flops over his forehead, making my hand itch to brush it back. He towers over me, his dark eyes sweeping over my face as I give him a once-over that I know will make his cock hard.

  I part my lips, staring at his and he leans down to delve his tongue into my mouth in a sensual kiss that makes my knees weak. He is good at seduction. It’s his damned job. He is an Incubus. His powers don’t work on me – I’m immune to all Hell-ish powers. The heat between us is natural and as much as I want to explore it, I’m afraid that if I do, he will come up short and then this fire will die.

  He wraps his arms around me as I kiss him back and he walks us over to the bed. He pushes me down gently, stripping off his black duster, his eyes hot with desire. He starts to unbutton his black shirt, but I stop him from taking it off.

  “Leave it on,” I order him.

  He narrows his eyes at me but does as I ask. He knows now this is a hard and fast fuck and nothing more. He swiftly undoes his black pants and they drop around his ankles.

  I fall back and part my legs. “No need for foreplay,” I state. “I’m already well-lubed.”

  He snorts. “Oh, Anna,” he murmurs. “How many Demons did it take to make you come last night?”

  “Too many,” I sigh. “How many females did you seduce last night to make you come?”

  He chuckles, ignoring my question. He leans over me, bracing himself. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer. He wastes no time in thrusting deep inside me. I arch my back and cry out softly.

  He knows how to get this done. He makes me orgasm like no other male ever has. He knows it, he uses it to keep coming back and I let him because the high I feel when the climax tears through my body from his long, hard strokes is something that I cannot recreate, not for lack of trying.

  “Yes,” I pant. He hits my G-spot and the tingle in my blood from his nearness sets alight. “Fuck, Dres, that’s it, baby!”

  He grunts and fucks me harder.

  I dig my sharp, black-lacquered nails into his back as I squeeze him with my thighs, riding the high that he’s bringing to me even before I come.

  “Anna,” he moans, pulling all the way out and then slamming back inside me with such force, the bed rocks. “You drive me wild.”

  “Ah!” I scream as my climax hits me hard. My blood roars through my body, my nipples are aching they are so erect, my clit pulses as my pussy clenches around his enormous cock.

  “Fuck, yes,” he mutters and then he pounds me one last time before his own orgasm explodes and he drenches me with his cum. “No one else makes me come so damn quickly,” he adds with a laugh.

  “You’d be a piss-poor Incubus if they did,” I retort with a chuckle and push him off me. “See you later.”

  It’s his cue to leave.

  I ignore his brief forlorn look as he re-clothes himself. I have somewhere that I need to be, and I have a stop to make on the way.

  I throw him a bone. “I’ll come find you later. Now go.”

  He beams at me and bows, “Yes, Your Majesty.”

  I roll my eyes at him. Only he can make it sound like he is mocking me. “Why do I keep you around?” I ask, bending down to pick up a human thigh bone from the middle of the floor that Musmortus has slobbered all over. I throw it back to her, but she is too busy giving Drescal the evil-eye to notice.

  “Because no other male down here can fuck you like I do,” he says darkly and then he sweeps out, his coat majestically swishing behind him.

  I growl at him. He got the last word and that pisses me off. If I wasn’t already running late, I would go out there, drag him back and let him see the business end of Babe.

  I slam the door shut and head for the en-suite. I have to shower, get dressed and see Shax before my appointment.

  I don’t bother knocking as I barge into my twin’s room that is situated a few doors down from mine. It used to be next door, but he got tired of listening to my screams of pleasure. His words, not mine.

  I stop short of slamming the door shut behind me as I take him in. He is naked to the waist and has his wings out. Black feathers flapping lazily, causing his hair to stir gently. He gets those from his dad, Dashel. The second ever Angel to fall from grace. The first, of course, was my great-grandfather, the original Lucifer. My wings are made from fire and they can burn a Demon from several feet away.

  Shax turns towards me with narrowed eyes. He knows it’s me and he doesn’t bother to fold his wings back in, nor cover up the fact that he was about to screw some female. His wrist is slashed, his dark red blood dripping onto the carpet now.

  I give the female a look of utter disgust.

  Shax’s blood burns Demons. But he uses it during sex as some kind of game. They line up for it, reveling in the scorch marks that it leaves on their skin momentarily.

  I don’t have a problem with pain, especially during sex, but I do have scorn for any bitch who comes sniffing around my brother. He is aloof, mysterious, eye-wateringly powerful and, not said in a creepy way, he is fucking gorgeous. The females eat it up around here.

  “Belle,” he says in that quiet, level tone that is his trademark. He never shouts, never whispers. “What’s up?”

  I gesture to the door for the bitch to leave, which she does hastily. Shax gives me an annoyed look, but then puts his wings away and does up his pants.

  “So sorry for interrupting,” I say, sarcasm dripping from every word, “but I need you to help me keep looking.”

  “Now?” he asks.

  “In a bit. I have an appointment, but I wanted to make sure you carved out the time later.”

  “Fine,” he huffs.

  “Shax,” I bark at him. “It’s important. You know how much I need to find it. Find him.” I look down, the feeling of guilt overwhelming me. I shove it aside as I have no place for guilt. Not even for this, but it keeps popping up like an irritating Hell-pit fly.

  “I do, but our mother was very explicit. She said you had to wait a year and it’s only been six months.”

  “I don’t care,” I hiss at him. “He did this for me, and it worked. Now, it’s time to bring him back.”

  He gives me that mild look that crosses his face whenever my temper zings up a notch or two. I don’t scare him. I can’t hurt him. Even if I could, I wouldn’t. I take a deep breath and count to three, then give him a bright smile.

  He rolls his eyes at me. “Therapy in practice?” he asks with a smirk.

  “Yes,” I say steadily. “And I’m late for it, so promise me, you’ll meet me in the dungeon later.”

  “Much later,” he replies with a yawn and flops back to the bed.

  He is asleep within seconds.

  “Great,” I mutter and head out to my appointment, over half an hour late.

  3

  Annabelle

  “Hey, Doctor Gregory,” I purr, leaning in
the doorway of his open office, hand on my hip.

  “Just Gregory is fine, Annabelle,” he clips out in that British accent that kinda makes my panties melt a little. “You’re late.”

  “Spank me?” I ask wickedly.

  “Sit,” he says, ignoring me and pointing to the chair opposite him.

  I huff at him. He is the only male that is somehow resistant to my charms. It makes me want him even more. He is hot, in a nerdy kind of way. Light blond hair, cut a bit longer than would look cool, blue eyes behind glasses that are shrewd, yet somehow disinterested at the same time. He is taller than me, which is not hard as I’m only five feet one, but not Demon tall. Maybe five, ten or eleven.

  I sit, doing as I’m told like a good little Hell Queen. I lean back, crossing my legs, showing him a large amount of thigh before my black leather skirt starts and my pussy is just about covered.

  He doesn’t look.

  “Are you gay?” I ask him bluntly.

  “Are you?” he asks back blandly.

  “Nope, not gay. I mean I’d do a female if she got me off real good but wouldn’t go looking for it. I like cock.”

  “Hmm,” he mutters and writes something down in his notepad.