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“Sorry, that’s a no. I only like sweet psychos. You’re a controlling, sadistic asshole.” I whisper my words to ensure my voice remains even. Lucian could impale me with his horns—fuck, probably even his cock—if he wanted too, and I just want to make it through the next few hours, so I don’t have to be in this prison of a room.
“You enjoy being controlled.” His fingers leave my hip and slide along my pelvis. “You just want to believe you have a choice. Freewill. The gift from the Higher Power that disobedient mortals think is owed to them.” He presses harder to me, and I now realize he must’ve dropped his pants, because I feel the heat of his exposed skin between my legs with his tip right near my hand that I hug close to my body.
Fisting my fingers, I punch him on the top of his hand and cock in the same swing, stopping him from trying to touch me. He pushes the boundaries to extremes and will continue to do so unless I fight back. No response is a yes to him, which infuriates me.
“Don’t touch me,” I snap, thrashing away from him.
Howling a laugh, Lucian flips onto his back and watches me scramble from the floor. I wish he’d react with a little grunt to the pain I try to inflict, but hitting his groin doesn’t bother him. It’s like he loves it.
“You know you like it, Raven. Don’t be a cunt for the sake of being a cunt. Things would be a lot more pleasant if you’d give in.” Lucian stretches his arms, showing off his massive boner, now pointing at the ceiling. “I feel your soul and desires. You only resist because you know I’m right and you hate that.”
Goddamn it.
“Stop looking at my fucking soul. You’re so far out of line right now. Put your cock away and get off my blankets.” I place my hands on my hips and glower at him.
It would be nice if I had some power to prove to him that he can’t bully me into giving in to him. Who fucking cares if he’s hot? He’s intolerable on every other level. No wonder he got the reputation he did while Kase and Dante were left in his shadow.
“No, I don’t think so. Maybe I’ll just have a good time with myself.” Lucian strokes his fingers over his hard-on, offering me a wicked grin. “When I’m through, maybe then you’ll join me in bed.”
I intake a sharp breath, disgust and fury rushing through me. He just threatened to cum all over my blankets.
The edges of my vision shadow, and before my mind has a chance to process what my rebel body is doing, I find myself snatching my pillow from the ground. The contents I’ve hidden inside it rattle against each other, drawing Lucian’s attention to my hand. He tries to fly to his knees, but it’s too late. The asshole will pay for everything he’s done. For the position he put me in.
Flipping the top of the water bottle open, I squeeze it hard, sending a stream of holy water right into Lucian’s face. Real, legit holy water, courtesy of Elias. At first I was upset that he managed to sneak in a jug among his things, but now I’m thankful.
And terrified.
Shit.
What the fuck did I just do?
Lucian hollers, his face burning and blistering from the gush of blessed liquid in his eyes. It’s enough to slow him down, and he misses grabbing me. Dodging out of the way, I dig my hand into my pillowcase and pull out the container of salt. I never expected I’d attempt to create my own summoning circle, but here I am, trying to remember the steps Elias taught me. I’ve only seen him do it once, and I laughed when he tried to teach me a second time, but shit. I pray I get this right.
Lucian needs to get his ass back to Hell.
“Raven, I’m going to fucking—”
I squirt him in the face again, shutting him up. I wonder how much holy water it would take to melt him, but I clearly don’t have enough to find out. And I’m running out of time.
The room quakes as Lucian’s true body explodes from his human façade, and I run around him in a circle, spilling the salt as quickly as I can. Fire erupts in his palms, and he chucks it in my direction, setting the pile of blankets on fire.
Thank God for small miracles. I needed a light.
Scrambling to grab Elias’s banishing candle, marked with divine runes, I hold it to the smoldering fabric, igniting the candle aglow.
“You’re dead, Raven!” Lucian shouts. “I will fucking destroy you!”
The floor shudders, and Lucian stomps his hooves, trying to knock me off my feet. I drop down and crawl toward him, clutching the candle for dear life. All I have to do is say the words and touch him with the blessed flame. If I can manage, a portal will open and swallow him whole.
“Lucian, Raven! Both of you stop!” Micah’s voice booms through the air, trying to distract me.
I ignore him and get within a foot of Lucian. “God, please help me. I can’t live with him like this. Please.”
“Micah, grab her! Stop her!” Lucian shouts, gathering hellfire in between his hands. “You have five seconds to get her under control, or this is it. I will no longer try to make this work.”
My heart hammers, the beats pounding in my ears. Micah says something, but I can’t hear him any longer. The world fades around me as I concentrate on my task.
Using my knuckles, I push the candle, rolling it on its side toward Lucian. “Ad quos eieci te ad infernum,” I whisper, hoping with everything in me that it works. That I said it right.
