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I glare. “No. That’s not how this works. I already told you what I want in exchange for a possibility of me even humoring your twisted fantasy about me.”
“You say that now, but you’ll see. I’ll give you a few hours. You’re going to regret denying me and then you’ll beg.” This bastard. “I guarantee it. I know something about you that you haven’t realized yet.”
“What’s that?” I hate my curiosity.
“You’re selfish. Needy. Greedy like your soulmate. And I’ll use it against you.” Lucian pulls his phone from his pocket and taps the screen.
I glance from him to Dante, waiting to see what he’s talking about.
“Hey, babe. Want to meet up?” he asks, smirking at me. “Cool, yeah. At the Demon’s Den. Wear something hot.”
I frown, wondering what the fuck is going on.
Lucian disconnects the line and grins. “You all set? Now I’m fucking ready to go.”
***
I could kill him.
I will kill him.
The next time I find myself locked in his room with him, I’m going to get on my knees, pretend that I’m finally giving in, and then I’m going to use the force of Hell to bite his fucking cock off.
I can’t believe he pulled this shit. Or that Tamia has fallen for his charm.
What’s even worse is that I’m jealous. He was right about me. I’m needy and greedy, and even though Lucian pisses me the hell off, I don’t want to see him with anyone else. Even if it’s just to get to me. He hasn’t done anything to make me think he’s slept with her or anything, but if he has? He’s not going to ever have a piece of my eternity. He still might not. I don’t want a jerkoff who manipulates my emotions already, and this is crossing a damn line.
And I blow up.
“Lucian, I need to talk to you.” I snatch him by the front of his shirt and use my Hell strength to drag him away from Tamia before he has a chance to sit in the booth beside her.
Dante slides up against my back, towering behind me, looking fully ready to restrain Lucian so that I can hurt him in a way I hadn’t expected him to hurt me. Turning slightly, I press my hand to his chest, silently getting him to stay behind. I know he’s worried about what happened after the last time I went off on Lucian at the bar and grill, but I need to handle this myself. He needs to be put in his place by my terms.
“I don’t think so. We have nothing to talk about.” Lucian tries to join Tamia again.
I slam my hands into his chest, nearly pushing him to the floor. I’ll tackle him if I have to. Because I’m over this.
“Like fuck we don’t,” I say, herding him with my body, feeling the dozens of gazes of Hell-bound humans and demons alike bearing witness to me manhandling the one everyone is supposed to be afraid of.
Lucian snarls at me, his eyes lighting with fire. It takes everything in me to keep pushing him, but I refuse to back down. My actions strike a nerve, because he only lets me get in one more shove before lifting me off my feet and slinging me over his shoulder. I pound my fists into his back, wishing he would’ve just grabbed my hand, but this is typical devil behavior. Even Kase and Dante choose to carry me everywhere I let them. I don’t know if it’s because they feel like they’re protecting me better or what, but with Lucian, it’s definitely him flexing power back. He won’t let me humiliate him in front of bottom feeder demons.
“Stop fighting or you’re not going to like how I restrain you,” Lucian says, kicking the door open to the back room and where the kitchen is. A few people scatter and duck as if they expect to receive the fury of Hell with our arrival.
“Lucian, damn it. Put me down!” I yell, yanking his shirt up. I scratch my nails along his skin until I feel the rough bumps of scars. Not just any scars. These are where his wings used to be.
He freezes at the touch of my fingers turning from all-out vicious to curious, and I can’t stop myself from exploring him in a way I’ve never been allowed. Kase and Micah no longer show their scars, and I’ve never felt them with their human forms, but Lucian likes the reminder, I guess.
“Put me down,” I say again, my voice softer than it was before.
Lucian finally flips me off of his shoulder and sets me on my feet. I glimpse his rock-hard abs as his shirt falls down again, and I can’t stop myself from staring. Damn his sexy body. It shouldn’t get to me the way it does.
Strolling closer, he pushes me, herding me this time until I hit my back on a counter. He locks his fingers to my hips and picks me up, plopping my ass down, and gets right between my legs. I peek down between us and glower at the bulge hardening in his pants. He was utterly wrong about me not liking how he planned to restrain me. Which is actually worse for me.
“Go on and speak your mind, Raven,” Lucian says, the heat of his power buzzing over my skin. “Tell me how you’re going to try to send me to Hell for inviting your cousin here. Or how you’ll never be with me because of it. Tell me you have plenty of other devils to choose from and how you’ll bend over and let them train bang you while leaving me out.”
This fucker. He’s not even letting me get a word out. I want so badly to tell him that he’s right about all those things, but another more dominant part of me just wants him to stop. I want him to truly listen to me. Because I don’t like this game of cat and mouse. He toys with me over and over again, pushing my buttons, and then he’ll show me a glimpse of his softer side. I can’t stand the hurricane of emotions warring between us.
“Lucian, why do you have to be a godforsaken dick all the time? Of course I didn’t want you to call my cousin and to bring her here. You think I’m jealous or whatever, but I just don’t want her involved. I don’t want her getting hurt. What I wanted was for you to fucking be nice to me and show me that I’m not wasting my damn time with trying to figure you out. I’m pissed because you’re too stubborn to realize that it’s not about me or the other devils. I love them. I love being with them. And I fucking would love to have that with you but with the way you act? I can see it’ll never be. You can’t get off your fucking throne and pull that stick out of your ass that keeps you believing you’re above everyone when you’re really just stuck and miserable.” I blow out a breath and hang my head, letting my hair fall into my face to veil me protectively.
