Read Online Hell's Bells: Lucifer's Tale (Welcome to Hell Book 6) by Eve Langlais - Free Book Online

tower. The good thing about being a bit of a celebrity? It meant, as she took the steps, one at a time, a scantily-clad butler hauled open the doors, granting her entry.
    A less irritated woman might have noted the perfectly sculpted six-pack and the lean waist tapering in a vee, barely hidden by the skintight shorts. The curly throwback blond hair gave the butler a boyish look, as did his rakish grin.
    All wasted because Gaia could think of only one man. One damnable man who showed a few signs of his old self. But a few signs weren’t enough for Gaia.
    I want my big, bad demon back.
    As she followed the smooth gait of the butler—with an ass made for grabbing—Gaia found her attention drawn by some changes in Nefertiti’s tower.
    The once gloomy, smoke-stained, gray stone seemed to have undergone a whitewash, so bright that the spooky ambiance no longer pressed upon the spirit. Vivid murals depicting scenes from an erotic seduction to the most vicious of tortures—also sexual in nature—gave way to tapestries woven to appear as windows onto fantastical gardens. She found the one of the purple-surfaced planet with its twin moons in the sky particularly lovely.
    As for the window covering, the thick red velvet panels, held back with brass cords, were gone and, in their place, filmy curtains of a crisp white. Gaia had to wonder how they stayed clean. In the pit, ash was a part of life. It coated everything in a dull gray. White didn’t stay white for long.
    Unless a certain determined sorceress used magic to keep it pristine.
    What had happened here? Since when had Nefertiti gravitated to such a clean and pure décor?
    Did she somehow get conned into joining the light side? Had Neffie gone good?
    Snicker. She highly doubted that. Still, she wondered about her friend’s sanity level.
    The new décor extended into the harem itself, the immaculate white offset with silver and the occasional hint of gold. And it was here that Gaia finally caught on to the decorating brilliance that Neffie had stumbled upon.
    With such a pale canvas acting as a backdrop, it lent a certain eye-opening aspect to the men strutting around in little to nothing.
    Oh my.
    She was a woman, one still in her prime. One who could totally admire a perfect male form. She could also find herself a little dumbstruck when visually bombarded with more than a dozen at once. There were partially nude bodies everywhere, running a palette of colors from the finest ivory to a deep ebony to a milk chocolate shade in between. She even spotted a purple and blue fellow.
    The half-dressed men wandered about, completely at ease in their bright loincloths. Their presence added quite the punch when viewed against the blank canvas of the room.
    “Effective, isn’t it?” said Nefertiti. She lounged on a divan, wearing a long red gown, slitted up both thighs. Her dark, glittering eyes watched as a man, with excellent thigh-muscle control, clung to a stripper pole upside down.
    As for what he did on the pole… While not a prude, Gaia still averted her gaze. She had enough issues with Luc to compound them by drooling over her friend’s man.
    “I didn’t realize you’d taken an interest in the exotic dancing art?” Keeping her back to the sinuous hump of the new objet d’art, Gaia approached Nefertiti. A line of divans and comfortable chairs circled around the pole, offering plenty of angles to watch from.
    “Gaia, my dear friend. Come sit beside me.” Neffie patted the cushion on the couch, and Gaia joined her, plopping down heavily.
    The faux wood creaked. She smirked. Imitations were never as good as the real stuff. “I see you redecorated.” She tilted her head to the left and noted more change, the orgy in the middle of the bathing fountain replaced with a waterfall with strategically placed flat rocks. How practical. She’d have to ask Neffie who designed it. The rock garden at the palace could use one.
    “Do you like it? I woke up the other morning and