Chapter 180

The rich, heady scent of cardamom and cloves was the first thing to hit my senses. The second, which came with that horrible jolt from blissful unconsciousness to pain-wracked awareness, was the sight of Lucifer himself, draped on a chaise-lounge opposite to where I lay, with a woman draped upon him. He lay with one leg stretched out, and his arms resting on the gilded frame of the chair and his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing an expanse of hard, smooth pale skin. The woman, a curvaceous siren of a woman with long lustrous blue-black hair and wearing very little in the way of clothing, straddled his thigh and was running her long fingernails down his chest as he inclined his head towards hers, his tongue trailing light and slow along her full, glossy lips. She exhaled a soft moan and slid down to his bare chest where she grazed one nipple with perfect white teeth, her hand gliding further down towards his crotch. I lay still, frozen by the scene played out in front of me, feeling uncom