“My master? No. Lucian and I are equals,” I mutter, thinking about the screwed up job humanity did documenting anything. The saviors ensured it. Just shows how vain all the flesh bags are, running in fear from those of us who seek justice compared to the ones who cast out those who see a bit more gray areas in the divine rules. It’s not us who block the gateway to a soul’s paradise for breaking silly codes. Souls end up with us because they have nowhere else to go.
“Yeah, right. If you’re not a little bitch errand boy, let me go. Prove to me you have the same power as Lucian.” Raven stops fighting and meets my gaze. “Because I don’t believe it. You’re his servant. I bet you’d get on your knees if he asked.”
“Like you’ve gotten on yours for this guy?” I motion at the door, smiling. I love her attempt to get me to question my power. But I’m secure with my position and the place I’ve chosen. “You bet. Didn’t you see his cock with your little bonding session? Almost as big as mine.”
Her slack jaw proves she didn’t expect that response. “Put me down, you monster! You evil piece of shit!”
Damn it, I fucking like the way she talks to me. Instead of crying, she gets angry. She teases the darkness clinging to my essence, and it’s nearly impossible not to give in and show her the extent of my power but also what the fuck she does to my damn cock. I want to see her on her knees for me.
“You want down, pretty soul? Then convince me. Lucian isn’t the only one who likes his dick sucked.” I smirk, sensing her desperation. Reaching up, I stretch her bottom lip with my thumb. “I might even let you pick out your own lipstick.” Because there’s nothing sexier than watching as my cock glides in between pouty red-stained lips and seeing the reminder smeared all over her face.
“You’ll let me go if I blow you?” she asks softly.
Fuck. Just the thought shoots energy right to my balls. I need space before I see how far I can push her. How far she’s willing to go. It’ll be my damn eternal punishment, because if she does it out of desperation, she’ll automatically put me on her shit list and will never suck my dick by her own free will.
“No. I was gauging your fucking desperation,” I say, poking her lip again. “If I’m going to fuck your face, it’ll be because you want me to.”
I drop her and watch as she flails and hits her ass on the concrete. Without waiting for her to get up, I kick the door to apartment thirteen open, catching sight of the bastard Raven fears more so than even Lucian.
“Hey, fucker. I have a present for you,” I call, sweeping my gaze across the open suitcases on the floor. He was planning to run like the coward he is. “Come and get her before she tries to escape. You’ll be the one chasing her. I’ve done enough for your douche ass with nothing in return.”
Raven tries to crawl between my legs, and I shut them, locking her in place by her waist. Her hips shake, flipping up the robe, showing off her tight ass in her damp yoga pants. The light gray color is transparent enough to see she wears a thong. I can’t wait until she gives in and to be able to slide my finger under the fabric to snap it.
Screaming out, she punches me and scratches her nails into my ankles. She even sinks her teeth into my calf. And damn. Her bite makes me want to scoop her feisty ass up and carry her home to do the same in return. I’d give her more than a love nip. She’ll get to experience the fun that comes with my venom. One bite, and her body will be mine. She’ll beg for more.
“R-Raven?” A man with red-rimmed eyes and blood staining his T-shirt steps into view from the hallway. I shouldn’t be surprised that he’s crying. Fuckers like him always do when they get caught.
“Yes, it’s fucking Raven. Now come and get her.” I ease my legs open and let Raven pull herself out.
She pushes up, kneeling in front of me for just a second, which is plenty long enough to imagine her pulling my cock free of my jeans. She twists, and I step back as the force of her hair whips over my groin. Fuck, I want to twist her midnight tresses around my hand and pull her into me, gliding my cock between her lips when she moans in excitement.
Instead, I rub my aching nuts and wait for her to get up and try to run. I lock my arms around her, yanking her against my chest, my raging hard-on pressing into her lower back because it has nowhere else to go. She automatically reaches behind her out of instinct because she feels me poking her. Jerking her hand away so fast, Raven denies me even a second of her touch. I expect her hand to glow with the fires of Hell like I burned her. I hope she can’t stop thinking about it.
I push her forward, my whole body buzzing from her accidentally grazing her fingers to my boner. If I don’t get space between us, I won’t let her go. I’ll charge forward, releasing my true form into the world, and swallow this bastard whole like the rat he is. “Your little spectacle nearly caused a damn scene earlier. You need to learn to clean up or hide your damn mess, you fuckhead.”
“Is this a trick?” The man meanders closer, digging into his jacket pocket. “Are you trying to fucking set me up, Raven? You attacked me first. I was protecting myself, you ungrateful bitch.”
Anger ignites inside me at the sight of the pocket knife before the bastard has a chance to flip it open. I shove Raven toward the stucco wall and out of the way. Stepping forward, I hiss, revealing my fangs to get the bastard to back up. I grab the door and slam it shut in his face, crossing my arms over my chest.
Raven tries to run, but I strike out my hand and snatch her by the back of the robe, yanking her to me. She slaps her hands at my face and knees me right in my junk, but I hold firm. If a little cock aggression incapacitates me, I have far worse problems.
“Damn it, Raven. Just stop,” I say, spinning her from the porch to cage her to the side of the building. “I want you to listen to me for a sec.”
“No.” She slams her hands to my chest, trying to get me to back away. Firelight crackles in her gaze, her brush with Lucian awakening her soul to the endless possibilities she still can’t seem to see as a gift we’re offering. Her soul recognizes it, but her mortal mind might never comprehend.
Her stubborn ass gets to me, and I swing my fist and punch my hand into the wall by the door. The fucker yelps, watching through the peephole. I wish it was the bastard mortal on the other side of my fist instead of the blue door, trying to think of as many ways to kill us and cover up his crimes. His darkness seeps through the wood, humming and swirling, growing with the wrongdoings he’s planning to commit.
I growl under my breath and grab the back of Raven’s neck, getting her to face me head on instead of resisting. My vision narrows on her eyes, tracing the dark blue circle around her irises over and over as I chisel away at her armor until I see the bright light of her soul. Her heartbeat picks up pace, and her muscles loosen as I ease a tiny bit of my essence into her mind, trying to connect with her on a level where she’s more malleable and receptive.
Just like before when I tried to get her to admit she was afraid of me, she builds an imaginary wall around herself and pushes me out. My ability to entrance her falters, proving to me once again that she’s who we need for our kingdom.
“I know you don’t believe me, but you’re destined for Hell.” I bend slightly, feeling her thighs squeeze me as she straddles my leg because I’m close and give her nowhere else to go. “Whether you agree on your own terms is up to you. Lucian will not back down. He will get you if you’re what he wants. If it’s not tonight when you can bargain with him over your eternity, then it’ll be after you murder the bastard in there. He will push you until you break.”