To Take a King in a Hellish Game of Chess
Alastor was an ace of spades who had no fleshly desires at all — or so he thought.
Then Lucifer Morningstar came along, and he felt things he’d never felt before. Lust. Fear. Desire.
He felt threatened, and what better way to deal with a threat than to take control of that which was threatening, by any means necessary?
Lucifer just wanted to be a good father to his daughter, Charlie. He never expected to be drugged to the point of weakness by one of her so-called “friends” and he certainly didn’t expect to become a victim of something as horrible and cruel as rape.
What makes it worse is that the rape forces him to remember that his body is hermaphroditic in the worst way possible.
Charlie just wants to reconnect with her father. But suddenly, he seems so small, so scared. Like a porcelain doll that will break if she so much as looks at him the wrong way. She doesn’t know what’s wrong — but she knows something IS wrong, and she wants, so badly, to help him. But how can she help him when he refuses to speak about it? And why is Alastor so much more coy and buddy-buddy than usual, too? Somehow, she thinks it’s connected to her father’s sudden meek temperament, and she doesn’t like it one bit.
