Selena’s Perspective

Selena stood in her penthouse office, staring down at the city from the floor-to-ceiling windows, but her mind was nowhere near the skyline. Her thoughts were consumed—utterly and completely—by the one man whose very name made her shiver.

Lord Asmodeus.

Even in his human guise—James Holt—he was devastating. No illusion could hide the divinity that exuded from his every movement, the raw dominance that clung to his presence like a second skin. She had crafted the suit for him herself, overseen every stitch, every cut. The moment she’d imagined him in it, she had nearly lost herself to desire. And now that he was here, striding through the lobby like a god among insects, her pulse thundered in her ears. She quickly made her way to the lobby.

She spotted him immediately, even from across the polished marble floor—tall, commanding, flanked by Lexi and one of his other monster girl wives—the minotaur Lisbeth. Obviously she had done thorough research on his background, which included learning all she could about his family members. The suit hugged his body perfectly, the deep charcoal fabric kissing his form with reverence. The violet tie—her choice—was the color of nobility and of his magic. The lapel pin and tie bar, her precious homage to his true identity, gleamed subtly in the lobby lights. She had paid a handsome sum for a craftsman to produce the work overnight.

When the security guard—Angela, that muscle-brained idiot—stepped in front of him, Selena’s blood ran cold. Then it boiled.

How dare she. How dare she obstruct him?

She stormed across the lobby with the fury of a thunderstorm encased in crimson silk. Her heels struck the floor with purpose, slicing through the stunned silence. The sight of him, so close now, stole her breath. But the anger at the insult he’d just endured stoked the flames of her wrath.

“Angela,” she snapped, her voice sharp as a blade.

The guard turned, paled.

The rest was a blur of rage and humiliation. She unleashed her fury, uncaring of the eyes watching. But then—

"Selena."

His voice. Calm, powerful, commanding.

She stopped breathing. Just like that. Her fury evaporated, replaced by a rush of heat that pooled low in her abdomen. Her knees nearly gave out.

"No need to go so far. You can let her off this time for me, can't you?"

The world stopped. Her master had asked her to show mercy.

Her throat tightened as she bowed her head. “Of course, Mr. Holt. My apologies.”

Inside, she was screaming, “Yes, anything! Anything you ask!”

The elevator ride to the top floor was a blur. She couldn’t stop glancing at him, couldn’t stop wondering if he could sense how wet she was just from hearing him speak. Lexi was draped around his arm like a satisfied cat, mischief in every step. Lisbeth clung to his other side with silent intensity, radiating calm—but her possessiveness was unmistakable.

They were his wives. Above her.

Still, it stung. But Selena accepted her place. She wanted it. Craved it. To kneel at his feet. To serve her Master. She hadn’t expected to feel the effects of the ritual so strongly, but sharing in his magic had awakened something within her.

The moment the office doors closed behind them, Selena dropped to her knees and pressed her forehead to the floor.

“Master,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “Thank you for gracing my office.”

Lexi’s voice cut through the silence, musical and smug.

“She really doesn’t hold back. Is it weird I’m kinda proud?”

Then Lexi commanded, “Go on. Bring him a chair worthy of his presence.”

The words sent a shiver down Selena’s spine. She rose immediately, legs shaking, and fetched the most luxurious chair in the room. She positioned it carefully, reverently, and returned to her place on the floor—kneeling at his feet like the worshipper she was.

When she kissed his shoe, it was like a blessing. Her lips tingled. Her heart raced. She was practically cumming already.

“Rise.”

He spoke one word—and it undid her.

Her body responded with hunger, heat pooling between her thighs. She stood slowly, savoring the command that still echoed in her ears.

She tried to compose herself, smoothing her blazer, though her arousal made her knees weak.

“I’ve prepared a draft,” she said, voice barely steady. “Not projections—an outline for your starting portfolio. We'll begin with three primary shell companies: one for financial management, one for private security, and one for discreet acquisitions. Once stabilized, we’ll use them to build broader influence across sectors without raising flags.”

She dared to meet his eyes, and felt herself melt again. Lexi leaned against him with possessive delight, and made another teasing comment—something about her staining the carpet. Selena didn’t even flinch. She probably would if given the chance.

Then Lisbeth moved, wrapping her arms around his chest from behind. The silent strength of her affection radiated in the kiss she gave him. Selena’s heart twisted with jealousy—but she bowed her head and accepted it. Lisbeth had earned that closeness. She was his.

Selena could only hope to be worthy of his shadow.

Her Master smiled. “Let’s talk.”

And Selena’s heart soared.