He enjoys her tears and the smell of her panic. “Do you want me to do that to you?” he asks.

She shakes her head again and breathes out in relief as he steps away from her and snakes his hand in between her and the door to twist the handle. He opens it and pushes her out with a rough shove. “Don’t ever try that again,” he says as he now slams the door and retracts. He straightens his shoulders and goes to the bathroom. He wants to get this over with and then take a long shower. He is exhausted, but he won’t sleep. Not until she returns to him and he can beat her into the ground, before he takes her in every hole her body has to offer him, before he beats her again. Then he will offer her comfort and she will be grateful for the solace and then she will once again be his wife. She owes him that much.

He strips off and stares at himself in the mirror. It makes him angry that she has made him resort to this, but he promised her and even though she has betrayed him with Remiel, he will keep his promise to her because he loves only her. And he must admit to a small part of himself that when she finds out she will feel overwhelming guilt that she screwed around while he remained true.

He closes his eyes and thinks of his beautiful wife. Her blonde hair, her green eyes, her lithe body, her small breasts, everything he loves in a woman and most especially about her. He sees her wicked smile in his mind’s eye, and it makes him start to grow. He takes himself in his hand and, with utter humiliation and shame that he has been brought to taking care of himself, he starts to masturbate slowly. His eyes fly open as he senses his charge behind him.

Sebastian. Not the one he had been thinking about.

He stops what he is doing but doesn’t remove his hand. He glares at Sebastian in the mirror as his charge says, “You know there are other ways to take care of that.”

“None that are acceptable to my wife,” Constantine says gruffly.

“Hm, you really give her too much power. I mean look at…”

“Finish that sentence and you will wish you had never been born,” he says as he turns around and crosses his arms.

“Fair enough,” Sebastian mutters, raking his eyes up and down. “However, you misunderstand. I never said anything about betraying her with a woman.”

Constantine gazes at his charge as he stalks closer to him. No, he didn’t. And that is what he promised his wife. No more women.

Sebastian drops to his knees in front of him and Constantine whispers lovingly, “You always know when I need you.”

Then he closes his eyes once again and drops his head back in bliss.

“Enough!” Xane shouts and drops a firebomb in between the two arguing families and they hastily step back.

“But, sir, they owe us,” Mika says accusingly, and the arguing starts again.

“You owe us a grandchild!” Peta shouts and Xane steps into the middle of this with a low growl that finally makes them shut up.

“Start at the beginning,” he says. His mind isn’t on this disagreement and he has lost track of where it was going.

“We gave our daughter to their son to wed and produce an heir. It has been six months and nothing. I refuse to pay them the rest of their dowry until a child is born.” Peta crosses his arms and Mika glares at him.

“Did you ever wonder if perhaps your daughter is barren?” Mika asks and Peta smashes his fist into Mika’s face.

“Another action like that and I will sentence you both to imprisonment for thirty days,” Xane says halfheartedly. “Give it another three months and then the dowry will become void.”

Mika starts to argue again, but Xane closes the discussion down. Both families agree and trudge off to let the next dispute in. He hates “dispute day.” It is the bane of his Overlord existence and one he sorely wishes he could pass off to Aster to deal with. He has had enough of bitching Demons for one day and wishes it was time to leave. Just one more on the docket and then he can go. He hopes it is short and to the point.

He sighs when he sees who walks in. “Cefalonia,” he says. “If you are here to cause trouble, you can turn around and leave or be escorted back to your cell. I am in no mood for histrionics.”

“No trouble, sir,” she murmurs with her eyes lowered, and he sees that perhaps her internment did her some good.

“What is it then?” he asks, knowing he can’t possibly have gotten off that easily.

“I am here to offer my services to you,” she says, keeping her eyes lowered.

He doesn’t get her meaning as he cannot see her face properly. “What do you mean? What can you do for me?” He isn’t aware of any special skills that she has.

She raises her eyes and boldly looks at him. “In the absence of your wife, I offer myself to you.”

Xane’s mouth drops open. She wants to what? “You want to be my mistress?” he splutters out, mostly in an attempt not to laugh. “You would debase yourself into such a role, why?”

“She has been gone for a long time, Xane,” CeeCee says carefully. “I know you have certain needs, and we all know she isn’t true to you, so why not give as good as you get? Take what I can give you.”

Xane’s incredulity is quickly replaced with anger. “How dare you come in here and proposition me. I am a married man,” he hisses at her. She quickly retreats, but she shakes her head.

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