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“No.” Mr. Heiss smiled cruelly. “Thank you for the confirmation of what a brave sack of organs you are, but I trust you can handle yourself just fine. Now if you’ll excuse me—”

“Huh? No fucking way!” Indy barked. “No excusing you, you motherfucking cock tease son of—”

Mr. Heiss was gone, leaving Indy to drop into the tub and pitch forward, nearly going face-first into the side.

What the fuck?

Indy snarled and whirled around, searching the bathroom to confirm that Mr. Heiss had truly left. He waited several seconds to make sure this wasn’t simply a game of some kind, and he scoffed, absolutely enraged. He had been teased, edged, and ultimately blue balled by a demon.

Oh, when he got a hold of Mr. Heiss…

No.

First, he was getting a hold of himself and taking care of this situation, maybe even twice because he was so pent up, and then he was going to ask Gammy how to kill a fuck face demon.

CHAPTER

FIVE

Mr. Heiss was dead.

So absolutely, positively, fucking dead.

Indy had managed to calm down enough to finish what had been started and restarted in the bath, but it hadn’t been satisfying in the slightest. It was worse than an orc going soft while sobbing in the middle of sex or a werewolf getting his knot stuck and wanting to talk about nothing but chess.

The lingering ache was annoying, and he made up his mind to jerk off over every inch of this awful place. He was still pent up, pissed off, and he took extra time to leave the bathroom absolutely trashed and flooded when he got out.

Fuck it.

He wasn’t the damn maid.

He dried off with every single towel he saw, left them in a heap on the floor, and marched out in the robe to figure out where he was.

The bathroom led to a giant bedroom with a mammoth bed, a bulky dresser, and a butch vanity. Everything was the same black-and-gold motif as the bathroom and the office he had previously seen, so he suspected they were all part of the same space. Whether or not said space was a physical home or some other weird house like the one he’d been in before was up for debate.

Indy hated it.

Ugh.

He left the bedroom to find a hallway with four doors. One was locked and would not open. The next was the office, and it was empty. The one after that revealed a library that was startlingly different from the other rooms he had seen so far.

The shelves and floor were wood, perhaps pine, though the floor had been stained a warm shade of gray and the shelves were bright red. There was a round chair upholstered in hideous orange velvet with an equally unattractive brown-and-blue floral print blanket slung over it. A turquoise writing desk was pushed into the far corner, with more books stacked on the floor around it. The area rug beneath the chair was shag, and it, along with the thick curtains, were the most visually assaulting shade of lime green Indy had ever seen.

This room didn’t belong in this house.

Hell, it didn’t even belong in this decade.

The last door led to a parlor, and this space had the same macho black-and-gold motif Indy was already now quite familiar with.

King was sitting on a black marble coffee table, and he sort of matched the decor given his golden crown. His eyes were dark but then flickered to life at Indy’s approach. “Oh! Hello again.”

“Oh! Hey!” Indy waved, suddenly realizing he hadn’t asked Mr. Heiss once about King.

Oops.

Indy forced a smile. “So, uh, good to see you made it back in one piece.”

“Technically, I’m two pieces,” King said proudly. “Crown and skull.”