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“What is it that your mortal brain can’t comprehend? You are mine to do with as I please until you complete your mission—if I allow you. Perhaps you can earn the chance. Show me that you’ll be an obedient soul now that there won’t be any interference from those who wouldn’t fall where they should’ve.” Lucian guides my head back, forcing me to look up at him. “What will it be, Raven? Earn my forgiveness by worshipping me as your master and show me what it is about you that had my brethren swollen with lust and with clouded judgment or be a petulant, weak mortal who never rises to your feet again and will die on your knees. I don’t care either way. Your body and soul are mine. You will give me what I want.”
I blink a few times, trying to process his words. Fury explodes through me, and I yank away, wincing through the pain of getting some of my hair ripped free. I crawl until I manage to get to my feet and dash away, running toward the house.
“Micah!” I screech, trying to see his towering frame. Where the fuck is he? “Micah!”
I try to pull the door open, but the knob doesn’t turn. I’m locked out. A burst of pain lashes across my calves, the fire of Lucian’s whip lassoing around my legs. He drags me away from the house and across the grass. My dress rolls up, exposing my ass, and I cry out, wishing with everything in me that this is a nightmare. That I’ll wake up at any second to realize I had fallen asleep waiting for my devils to return.
The heavy foot kicking my side jolts agony through me, proving that this isn’t in my head. This is real. Lucian has managed to escape Hell.
“Stop acting like you don’t want me, Raven,” he says, his guttural voice vibrating over my skin. He stands above me, naked and terrifying, just as he was the first moment we met. “I’ve felt your soul. You resist only because you cling to your humanity. Let it go and give in. This doesn’t have to be torture unless you make it that way.”
I shield my body from him, curling in on myself. “Please, Lucian. Where are the others? If you tell me, then I’ll stop resisting you. I just need to know.”
“Gone,” he responds. “They are finally where they belong. Now be an obedient soul and come here. It’s time for me to truly claim you how I desire. How you crave in the dark facets of your soul.” Grabbing his cock, the bastard strokes himself like he gets off on my shock and disbelief. On my anguish.
I guess he would, seeing as he is the notorious Lucifer after all.
I lick my lips, peering around the quiet yard. Regret courses through me. What if this is it? What if this is my eternity now and I just lost my chance at redemption because I refused to think of any other possibility.
“Come on, Raven. Don’t be shy for your master,” Lucian says, his voice turning from sharp to teasing. He enjoys this way too much.
I shake my head. “Fuck off, Lucian. You’ll never have me.”
His eyes narrow. “Want to bet?”
Launching from the ground, I crash into him, the strength of my connection to Hell giving me the chance to catch him off guard. “I’d rather go to Hell than be with you here.”
He growls and grabs the front of my dress. “You’re lying.”
I lock my fingers around one of his horns and jerk it closer to my stomach. “I’m not. At least now that you’re here, going there means I can get away from you. I know you won’t fucking follow. You think you know me, but I know you too, Lucian. I’m not worth you returning to Hell for.”
“Raven, stop,” Lucian says, grabbing my wrist.
I close my eyes.
I brace for death.
Chapter 27
Hell’s New Ruler
RAVEN
“I SAID, STOP!” Lucian roars, shoving me down the length of his torso until I straddle his waist.
I scream and punch his hard stomach, his abs hard like knocking my fists into bone-like walls, but it doesn’t stop me. I’m pissed that he stopped me from doing the only thing I could think of—no matter how awful and heart-wrenching it is to even consider—to get away from him. I mean, who the fuck runs to Hell to escape from fucking Satan? What was I going to do? Fight all of the forsaken souls until I found Micah’s kingdom, the only one I might recognize, and hope he might have already left this world, knowing Lucian escaped. I think I’m going out of my mind. Lucian’s already gotten to me.
“You son of a bastard!” I yell, smacking him over and over again, scratching and punching at his naked body, now fully aroused and loving what I do to him.
A wicked smile beams across Lucian’s face, his anger melting into a masochistically beautiful smirk. The fucker doesn’t even stop me, a bark of laughter filling the air and pissing me off more.
“At least shift your damn panties and let me fuck you if you want to tear me to pieces,” Lucian says, grabbing my hips. “Just give in, Raven. It’ll be easier on you to accept me as your soul keeper. You only resist because that’s what you’ve been molded to think. I can fix that. You have five seconds to make your decision. Will you live the rest of your life in anger and madness or will you choose pleasure with your pain?”
“You’re a psycho!” I shout, swinging my hand, slapping him across his face.
“Come on, Raven. Fuck me. Fuck me until you see what kind of Hell I have in store,” Lucian says, his smile frozen on his face, the fire of Hell still lighting his eyes. “Choose to obey me. Choose to obey me as your master, so I don’t have to break you and piece you together how I please. Fuck me! See the glory of Hell through my eyes.”
What is wrong with me? How can I even consider it? I’m suddenly trapped in his gaze, my body awakening with his twisted commands. It’s like he already knows the dark side of me that gets off with this kind of thing with Kase and Dante. He went from trying to push me with fear to trying to manipulate me by pushing the right buttons on my body. And what the actual fuck?
