Heartless (Completed, Kings Series, Book 3)

Apathy

This book will be published on the 20th of Sep, and I am asked to withdraw the chapters on the 18th of September, so as of now, it only includes sample chapters. 

(Riley's POV)

I looked at the woman. She was one of the beautiful ones I picked at a random bar. She was rather stunning, in fact, with her blonde hair, and green eyes, long shapely legs, and D sized breasts, not to mention that she responded like a mindless puppet to the charm I effused so naturally. Mom would have been proud to see that her little boy was enslaving all the humans in bed, just the way she had done to Lucifer, the devil himself. How he had been enraged, at the time, to know that the woman in his bed, the one and only one which had turned his mind to mush, had not exactly been loyal. He'd been furious to learn that I had been the result of one of Mom's many transgressions. The only son he'd thought he had was no flesh and blood of his. I laughed. 

What had Lucifer really expected from the Goddess of Sex? A lot, it seemed. He'd been mad when he'd learned. I remembered it well; he'd been raging mad. I'd been only seven.

"You filthy, bastard!" he'd screamed. I'd been alone with him; I'd been scared, confused. Mom was long gone by then, leaving behind Alice whom she'd never known, leaving behind me.

Lucifer had not been harsh at first. It had just been a series of insults flying at me with the speed of a bullet. But, then he'd lashed his anger at me using fists, kicks. And then, more devious tortures had followed. Tortures one couldn't even dream of. Tortures that made you wanna do anything just for it to stop. I'd endured. Growing up had helped. I had become taller, stronger. It had been harder to break me. That had enraged him more. Eventually, he'd used the cage. The very one. And, that's how he'd owned me, body and soul.

I'd learned to be obedient, I'd learned not to question, I'd learned to be fast. I'd done everything he asked of me, filling my time, serving my sentence. All until Alice.

I sighed. But, now he had me. I was trapped for good.

I looked at the woman who was salivating over my body. What was her name? Hannah? Lacey? I didn't know, didn't care. She was a female and she served her purpose. She helped me forget; I needed to forget. Lucifer would eventually remind me, but not today, not this moment, not this very second. I wanted the female to make my heart beat, drive me fast to oblivion.

She leaned down seductively, her breasts brushing my chest. "My handsome, I'm all yours," she whispered. "Take me. Take me hard." I didn't have to do anything, she was ready and willing, just like it was with all the rest. There was nothing left me to do but to enjoy myself.

I did.

And, yet, I didn't.

I was getting bored.

I pushed her off my chest when it was all over. I wanted to be alone. My body was sated, for now. But, my mind was on the clock as always, thinking, pondering over an exit strategy. There was none. Not that I could think of. There really was no way out.

I didn't know how much time I was left with. Minutes were ticking away. Fast. I was gonna make the most of what I had. I laughed bitterly. The female wanted another round. "Please," she begged.

"Go, now!" I ordered her. Tears flowed from her eyes; she struggled to breathe in panic. Now that she had a taste of me; she was addicted. I was my mother's son, all right. But, I was not her. She used to fall in love with each of her lovers. Not me, I had no love in my heart. My heart was black. It made it less fun, but then I made fewer mistakes.

The female got up displaying her nakedness, she pushed her breasts forward, her fingers playing with her goods to tempt me to sample her body, yet again. The trembles that racked her body were the only thing that gave her desperation away. I was her breath of fresh air, and she felt she would die if she left me. I knew it too well. I'd seen enough of mom's lovers hovering around her with puppy like eyes, writing poems on her beauty, bringing her flowers, expensive gifts. She had enjoyed the attention. She had played with fire. But, in the end, it was me who got burnt. It was me who paid for her mistakes.