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Igniting heavenly light in my palm, Andre uses my vessel as if it is his true body, and slaps Lucian across his face. A smoldering handprint glows red, and Andre kicks, trying to break free of Lucian’s hold over my body. But he can’t. I don’t know if he’s afraid of hurting me or if he can’t manage to embrace his power. Whatever it is, Andre’s fight falters, and Lucian smacks my face so hard that Andre’s presence shoots right out of me.
I scream in dizzying agony, my chest tight and refusing to suck in enough air. It’s like my body betrays me, trying to kill me instead of giving me any sort of strength to challenge this infuriating devil.
Swinging me toward the wall, Lucian tosses me through the fiery barrier and toward the wall. The world darkens once more, the sweet nothingness a relief that doesn’t last long. I flutter my eyes and open my mouth to scream again, but a hot hand silences me as Vincent pins me to the floor and climbs on top of me.
“Keep screaming, and I’ll rip out your vocal cords. The only thing you can say is my name as I find out what the devils enjoy so much about you,” Vincent says, leaning into me.
I couldn’t scream if I wanted to. The weight of him on my chest suffocates me.
“Kill her and I will give you control of the Mortal Realm,” Lucian says, his voice bellowing through the air. “Kill her and send her soul to me, and you’ll be a king.”
Vincent nods his head and grins, his demeanor suddenly changing with Lucian’s deal. “Done.”
Fiery pain explodes in my heart as he impales me with his spear over and over again.
I lose consciousness, the world melting away once more.
Instead of Andre’s light, cacophonous yells of agony and regret explode in my ears, and I gasp and stare at the fiery pool of souls in front of me. Claws dig into my shoulder, whipping me around, and I face Lucian in all his hellish glory.
Oh-fucking-no.
I died.
My body couldn’t handle the trauma. The possession. It couldn’t handle the thought of getting raped and tortured by a demon who would’ve kept me alive to keep me from Lucian’s hands just to show him that he’s not the all-powerful being he thinks he is.
“Despicable.” Lucian leers, capturing me in his fiery gaze. “I knew Kase and Dante were lying, trying to tell me that you were a worthy soul. I knew otherwise. You are nothing but a desperate, shameful whore who will spend eternity on her knees unless you would prefer to burn.”
Fuck my life. Sucking off Satan or burning? My knees will never recover.
“You’re full of shit, Lucian. If you thought that then you’d have never wasted your time with me.” I clench my teeth, summoning my anger at the situation. I still can’t believe it. No, I won’t believe it. “I was doing fine before this mess. You’ll be the reason your damn mission fails.”
Lucian sets me on my feet only to tower over me. “I won’t fail. Now that I have your soul in my possession, I can use you to get my brethren in line. I don’t need all seven sinners. All I needed was for them to lose their sight on the universe and fall to mortal desire. They will bow to me. They will do anything for a moment with you. You’ll see.”
Anger bursts through me, and I swing my leg up and kick his monstrous devil dick as hard as I can. Apparently he enjoys the pain, because all he does is laugh and grab my wrist, forcing me to touch the appendage that looks like a mortal man’s cock but is bigger, thicker, and the same shade of velvety dark skin as the rest of him. Thick dick veins glow with molten color, joining the rest on his beastly body as they gather and radiate power in his chest, sending his evil heart aglow.
His cock flexes in my fingers, hardening even more, and I gawk at how my nail polish sparkles in the fiery light around us.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Lucian asks me, his deep voice turning husky. “You want it. You’ll beg for me over everyone else. I own you, Raven. You might fight it now, but I will break you in a way you’ll enjoy. You’ll beg me to feed your soul with my darkness.”
My mind jumps from thought to thought, my insides a jumbled mess. How the fuck do I respond to his words? Micah once told me that he’s such an asshole because he wanted me in the same way as Kase and Dante. Maybe he was right. Maybe that’s the only way I’ll manage to save my soul from suffering. I guess I’ll find out.
Without responding, I gather my resolve and shove my fear away. Lucian was once an angel. He might now be a devil, but I’m sure there must be a way to get to him. I might not have to make him fall from grace, but maybe, and this is a longshot, maybe I can make him fall for me. Crave me. I know there is something about the lightness of my soul that attracts darkness. The fucked up part of me will do anything to save myself. If it means sucking Lucian’s cock and calling him master until the rest of my devils destroy him...fuck. Here I go.
I tighten my fingers, unable to close my hand completely, and stroke the length of Lucian’s cock from the base and to the tip. His fingers loosen on my wrist, and he remains silent as I rub my palm over the head, exploring the smooth skin.
“I knew you wouldn’t fight. You’re as weak as I suspected,” he mutters, shifting from his devil form and into the achingly beautiful angelic façade he carried before he abandoned his grace. “Unfit for ruling Purgatory.”
Still, I don’t respond.
“Tell me what it is you’re good for, Raven,” he continues. He trails his fingers up my arm and pushes my hair over my shoulder. “Right now, I think it’s nothing...unless you want to prove to me otherwise.”
My soul buzzes with his words. I never expected to be standing in Hell in front of Lucian with him trying to get under my skin. He thinks I’m going to break. He thinks he can push me until I lash out, so he can punish me. But he doesn’t realize that I might be just as fucked up as him. I’m not afraid of his cock. I’m not against doing things I have to, even if it means demeaning myself. I’d have to care enough about that kind of thing for it to get to me. I’ve already come to terms with the lust and mortal desires both angels and devils crave. It’s how I can get on my knees for angels like Andre. How I would get on my knees with my ex just to get him to shut up. I have complete control over my body and have learned long ago that I will not give up my power. So fuck human standards. Fuck the shame that comes with embracing my sexuality. Lucian’s an asshole. He’s a monster. But so am I.
Clearing my throat, I tip my head back and gaze into Lucian’s wicked eyes. “I am good for nothing.” I shake my jaw, making my lip tremble. “I don’t know what you want from me to prove otherwise.”
Fire sparks in his eyes. “Undress for me.”
That’s not what I was expecting. I thought he’d demand I get on my knees.
