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wealthy.
He’d melt his dagger down before seeing it in the hands of a harlot.
    The succubus called Zahra walked away and Lennox did his
best not to stare at the curves departing through the crowd. Sex demons were a
crude race; he abhorred them. Like a cruel traitor, his mouth watered as she
disappeared from sight, the last remains of her cinnamon scent lingering in his
space. He stepped back as the sultry scent crowded him, overwhelming him with
need. The damn woman probably constantly emitted pheromones.
    “You must have some story to arrive in a new town with such
hatred.” Edetta broke off a piece of soda bread.
“Here, chew on this. Maybe it will keep you from insulting possible customers.”
    Lennox ignored the chunk of bread being thrust at him by
wrinkled hands. “You mentioned that there is another sex demon family in this
village. Are they also in the fornication trade?”
    Edetta glared in response. “You
shouldn’t judge Zahra so fast, there’s more to her than meets the eye. She’s
very loyal to her family.”
    His suspicions were confirmed. “She has a brother named
Reza?”
    “Oh yes, she does. Dashing young man. He moved to a city a month’s travel from here.”
    “Yes. I’ve met him.”
    With that, Lennox sharpened his favorite dagger. He would
have his revenge soon, but not using steel. He had a very unique arsenal of
torture devices just waiting for his victim.
    * * * *
    Music blared through the walls of Zahra’s tiny apartment. Sephina often blasted the tunes to drown out any noise from
the clientele. Zahra was glad for it, and now she waited for her next
appointment, a first-time customer.
    The door swung open, announcing Zahra’s well-paying sexcapade , but his face didn’t match the voice she’d heard
on the phone. He looked young. So young.
    “You’re not here for—”
    He nodded. “Yes. May I come in?”
    Her manners bested by a minor, she motioned him in. As he
walked past her, she caught his gaze linger on the cleavage exposed by her low
corset. Okay, so maybe his conduct wasn’t so perfect after all.
    “How old are you?” Zahra eyed the tall, lanky boy.
    “I’m seventeen, but I’ve been working for my family long
enough to afford your services. There is no law in this realm against it.”
    She nodded. He was right, and she wasn’t too much older than
him. But in her extra seven years as a succubus, she’d probably been through a
hell of a lot more.
    “My name is Eron . I’ve already
lain with a woman once before, but…but it wasn’t good.”
    Her cheeks yielded to an unfamiliar sensation, a smile.
“So—”
    “I’d be honored if you would help me become better in the
arts of the bed chamber.” Eron stepped forward and
gently placed a roll of cash in Zahra’s hand.
    Taking the currency, she placed it in a small box on the
mantle. “You’re very convincing. This will come in handy in the art of
seduction.”
    Eron approached her and placed his
hands on her chest. His fingers squeezed down on the soft cleavage spilling
over her top. His brown eyes reflected the creamy expanse of her exposed skin.
    “First things first. Slow down.”
She leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “You need to make her crave you.”
    Taking one of his hands from her cleavage, she moved it to
the back of her neck. In turn, she pulled his head down so that his lips rested
by her ear. “Kiss me gently, just beneath my earlobe. When you hear her gasp,
push your kiss deeper behind her, exploring the hidden skin.”
    When he did as Zahra instructed, she moaned. “The skin there
will be sensitive. She’ll know just how deep you’re willing to explore her
body. Most men miss that spot. When you find it, she’ll know there is no inch
of her body that you’ll leave unturned. And that very thought will make her
wet.”
    Now it was Eron’s turn to moan. He
hardened against her body. He wasn’t packing much, but it would be enough.
    “I want to teach you the art of love making, so