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slapped a buttock. “I demand good service. Now spread
    for me.”
    She hesitated again and he lost patience. Pushing her legs apart with his
    knees, he thrust himself inside her anus and she screamed. Instantly, he
    leaned down and clamped a hand over her mouth. “We can’t have that,” he
    said as though he were discussing menu options at a restaurant. “Motels
    aren’t soundproof.” Calmly, he slid the silk belt from his dressing robe and
    fisted it into a ball that he stuffed in her mouth, stifling yet another attempt
    to scream. “There. That’s better.”
    Immediately, she began to twist and turn frantically attempting to get up.
    Holding her down, Balor sighed. “I paid for sex and I will have it.” He paused
    and reached for a cigarette lighter lying on the bedside table. “However,
    since you are not cooperating with me, I’ll have to up the anty. Don’t worry,”
    he said as he flicked the lighter and applied the flame to her buttock’s crack,
    “I’ll pay more.”
    He laughed as her body tensed and shuddered from the searing pain,
    shoulders shaking with sobs as she made incoherent sounds behind the gag.
    He drove himself in, past the scorched flesh and pumped forcefully, her
    helplessness driving him to near frenzy. He was about to explode when she
    went still.
    Cursing, he stared at the back of her head. The bitch had passed out! Where
    was the fun of inflicting pain if she couldn’t take it? Damn stupid whore.
    A knock on the door diverted his attention and he glanced at the clock.
    Lucifer—Lucien these days—was early. Quickly, Balor lifted his eyepatch,
    sending a flash bolt to the whore’s head, immobilizing her.
    He withdrew his still throbbing cock and walked to the door, not bothering to
    close his robe as he opened it.
    His brother stood in the hall, grinning cockily. “I thought when I heard the
    thumping stop, it’d be safe to knock.”
    Glancing up and down the hall, Balor gestured him in. Lucifer glanced at the
    girl lying on the bed and the scanty amount of clothes on the floor. “A
    street-walker?” he asked as moved toward the bottle of brandy on the table
    and picked up a glass. Holding it up, he grimaced at the water spots. “At
    least you didn’t take her to your hotel,” he said as he poured himself a drink.
    “Do you think I’m stupid? I don’t leave trails. When we’re finished here, you
    can have her.” Balor narrowed his eyes. “Why are you dressed like a cop?”
    Lucifer shrugged. “It was the easiest way to get to the crime scene last
    night.” He ran a hand through his short, blond hair. “Hated having to get the
    haircut though.”
    “It’ll grow back. Anyway, it makes you look less like a college kid.”
    “That’s my cover, bro. No one suspects a fresh-faced surfer dude to be the
    devil.
    Although,” he added with mock self-depreciation, “mortals attribute far too
    many of their own short fallings to me.”
    “Never mind mortals right now.” Balor poured himself a glass and sank down
    into one of the two chairs the room had to offer and motioned for Lucifer to
    take the other. “Let’s talk about dragons. How the hell did Sigurd get loose?”
    “Beats me. All I did was thaw him out from the frozen tundra Brighid
    encased him in.”
    “Don’t mention that bitch granddaughter of mine,” Balor said angrily. He still
    had a hard time believing that a goddess had the power to exile him from
    Avalon. He was a god! Or, at least, he had been. And, he would be again,
    once he got possession of even one of the relics. He took a deep breath.
    “Do you know where Sigurd is?”
    “Nope.” Lucifer swirled the last of his brandy. “Actually, I prefer he stay
    away from me, since Tanio is his maker.”
    “Tanio is a fire-god. Fight him with your own.”
    “Not so easy to do. He rules the element. I’m just a fallen angel residing in
    hell.”
    Balor snorted. “You’re a demon, but that is neither here nor there. We
    cannot allow the dragon