Bound By Lucifer by Aiden Pierce

Chapter Thirteen

Jess

The devil’s mouth came crashing down over mine in a hot and bruising kiss. I could barely breathe against his crushing grip, yet in his embrace, I would happily drown in his savage affection.

Holy Mother of God, did the devil know how to kiss.

His lips on mine were more than an act of passion. His kiss was a dark pledge of what was in store for us. It shook me to my very core, leaving me panting against him.

“Blood and feathers, you taste divine.” There was that growl again, low and guttural. Almost predatorial. It sunk straight through me, right down to my hot, needy core.

He had to be fucking with me. This whole night he was fucking with me, making me second guess who I was. One thing was for sure, he’d never “claimed” me before. I had a lot of one-night stands under my belt, especially during my undergrad days, and still, I would have remembered a devilishly delicious specimen like Lucifer Morningstar gracing my bed. But hey, I’d play along in the fantasy if it meant relieving myself of the damn voice in my head screaming at me to let him own me for the night.

Having a lover who read minds had to come with its benefits. So far, all I’d experienced was the negatives. Like him being right on the money about calling my bullshit reasons for being here.

I could lie to myself about being selfless and doing all this for my dad. But Lucifer read me like a damn book. I wanted him so bad my body was a hot, aching tangle of need. I didn’t have the strength to resist the devil’s temptation.

I couldn’t stop imagining his hands on me, possessive and greedy, doing all sorts of wicked things a devil his age might know how to do. He’d been peeking inside my mind on and off all night and knowing he could catch snippets of my impure fantasies starring him and that Armani suit on the floor was a fun, if not dangerous, game to plan.

But Reckless Jess was ready to play a different kind of game. A game where I was the toy.

Touch me,I told him in my mind, my insides knotting from the blistering arousal beginning to make my body burn with need.

His breath hitched against my lips, and he nipped at my lip before pulling away to look at me with those gleaming eyes of gold.

“Ask me out loud,” he whispered, his voice dangerously soft. My pulse ricocheted off his fingers when they brushed against the tender flesh of my throat. “Picture what it is you want me to do to you, and then ask me very nicely.” His lips curved on one side, a diabolical grin. “And I’ll consider indulging you, Kitten.”

God damn… I closed my eyes. Was I really about to do this?

Yes!Reckless Jessica screamed in my mind, the horny slut.

I envisioned myself just like he has me now, with my back against the wall, only I imagined his hand sliding down from my neck to the slit in my dress, then his hand slipping inside to caress the wet mess he caused between my thighs.

“Very good, Kitten. Now, tell me out loud what it is you want me to do.”

“I–I want—” My voice quivered with anticipation. “I want you to touch me.”

“Where?” he demanded, the single word burning me up.

“My…” I swallowed hard. “My pussy.”

“Aw, so my little Kitten wants to be petted.” Just like I imagined in my head, his fingers caressed my side, skimmed over my waist, and curved around my thigh through the slit in my dress.

His touch was fire, invoking the most delicious fever on my skin.

“Open your eyes, Kitten.” My eyelids fluttered open at his cool command, and I practically melted beneath the heat of his molten gaze, seeing him standing over me. I inhaled, breathing in his spicy, masculine scent. Just like all the decadent food, it was nostalgic for reasons I couldn’t name.

“And what is it that you want me to do to your pussy, my naughty Kitten?”

Jesus Christ.

“He’s not here,” Lucifer grinned wickedly, his eyes flashing gold. While you’re in my restaurant, pressed against me, you shall make all your prayers out to the devil. Do you understand, Jessica?”

I was used to being defiant when it came to men and dating. I usually liked to be the one in control. But with Lucifer, I was clay in his hands. “I understand.”

“Very good.” He held up his fingers and wiggled them tauntingly in front of my face, smirking. “Now, what do you want these to do to you?”

“I want them to finger fuck me.” My entire body blazed with a hunger that burned away all inhibitions. “And make me come.”

“That’s going to be easy, seeing as you’re so turned on by your wicked imagination. You’ve been imagining me fucking you all night, haven’t you, Little Kitten? You get turned on by danger. It makes you forget the stress of your mortal burdens.”

He pressed close to me so that I was firmly pinned between the wall and his hard chest. The tip of his nose nuzzled the soft skin beneath my ear, his hot breath spilling over my goosebump-riddled skin as he growled, “And what’s more dangerous than spreading your thighs for the King of Hell?”

I bit back a moan as his teasing fingers danced over my thigh and dipped inside my panties to rub over my labia.

He’d barely gotten started, yet I could almost come just by the wide-eyed look on his face the second he figured out just how wet I was for him. His face was already the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen, but there was something so unbelievably erotic about that wild hunger carved into his roguish, crooked features that almost sent me toppling into euphoric oblivion.

“You’re absolutely dripping for me, Kitten. Put your arms around my neck. You’ll need to anchor yourself if I’m to finger you as hard as you’re imagining.”

I did as he said, looping my arms around his neck so that I was so close, I could feel his heartbeat fall in pace with mine. It made the moment feel more intimate than it was depraved, which was weird considering that I was about to let Satan finger fuck me.

His index finger sunk past my folds and began to rub my clit in slow, torturous circles. My knees wobbled beneath me, and I held onto him tighter. I didn’t want to come so fast because I didn’t want to give his smug ass the satisfaction after he teased me about how easy it would be to make me come. But he’d been right. As confusing as tonight was with ominous contracts, deals with devils, and hellish food that was strangely nostalgic, I couldn’t peel my thoughts away from him.

Everything about him, his heady scent of spice and testosterone, his penetrating gaze of gold and amber, his honey-sweet words and the velvety baritone of his voice, it was all so…invasive. He had crawled up inside me, and it was alarming how much I didn’t want it to end.

The thought of all this being over soon left me with a hollow sensation in my gut, a feeling of emptiness that Little-Miss-Reckless did not want to go back to.

As if gleaning my fears of inevitable emptiness, his fingers slipped inside me.

“Fuck, Lucifer.” His name on my lips came out like a swollen pant. There was that soft rumbling growl again, his hips pressing against mine so that I could feel his rock-hard erection against my thigh. My mouth went dry, and my legs went weak beneath me. I tightened my arms around him, clinging to him for dear life as his fingers began to pump into me, slow at first, steadily building up speed. With the way he positioned his hand, the butt of his palm rubbed against my clit as his fingers worked me into madness.

His fingers eased out of me just enough to softly pinch my clit between his thumb and forefinger, causing a sharp moan, something like a gasp tumbling from my lips. Then his mouth was on mine, consuming my mewls of delight.

No man had ever brought me to the pentacle of ecstasy so quickly, and fuck me, did he feel good. Good enough to sell my heart, my whole damn soul, if eternity in Hell was going to be as heavenly as this.

Most women probably didn’t imagine selling their souls over to the devil while they were coming. But I was a special kind of fucked up.

I still didn’t know exactly what would have happened if I’d signed that contract. I was still guessing that If I signed, I’d be handing something huge over to Lucifer. Like my soul. But it didn’t matter now. The deal was done. He’d agreed to help my dad without me signing anything. But still, the idea of selling anything to this devil was enough to shove me over the edge, my body coiling then shivering through waves of sinful pleasure.

I sagged against his chest, breaking our kiss so that I could gulp down air into my burning lungs.

Lucifer buried his head into the juncture of my neck and let out a dark chuckle. “You’re so damn beautiful. I can’t wait to watch you come done again and again until the end of time.”

My head was in a fog, still tingling from the after-effects of my orgasm. “W–what?”

He took a step back and held up his fingers, which glistened with my juices in the restaurant’s soft yellow light. “You know why that contract had nothing to do with your soul?”

I blinked at him, my lashes fluttering from my daze. “Why?”

He took his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean, grinning maniacally around them. “Because I already own your soul…Lilith.”

The pleasant tingles in my head instantly chilled and sank straight to my gut, filling me with ice. The fantasy he was insistent on keeping up over me being some mate of his from the past wasn’t fun anymore.

“That’s not my name.”

The smile from his lips disintegrated like ash and his gaze hardened. “It was once, long ago.”

I pushed off from the wall and moved toward the door, but he moved in front of me, blocking my escape. “I’m done playing your game, Lucifer. Now move.”

“This isn’t a game, Jessica. I wish it were. This nightmare has been going on for far too long, and I’m ready to bring you home.”

Bring me home? What the hell was he talking about?

“My King, don’t tell her. Not here.” Abaddon’s voice came from the other end of the room. He was standing in front of the door, guarding it. How long had he been standing there? Had he seen us together?

My cheeks flushed red, half with embarrassment and half in anger that he was purposefully blocking my way out.

The two were making it pretty clear that they had no intention of letting me go. Oh God, what had I gotten myself into? What was I thinking by coming here?

“Don’t tell me what?”

I was beginning to shake with panic.

Lucifer took a big breath. “Your name is Lilith. You are the reincarnated Queen of Hell, a fierce and beautiful demon shifter. That woman I was telling you about, Abaddon’s ex-wife? That’s you, Jessica.”

I felt like I was on the set of one of those trashy prank shows, and at any second, a film crew would jump out from under the tablecloths. Then we’d all have a good laugh, and I could go home.

But the sickening sense of dread in my belly told me this was anything but a joke. I was caught up in something deeply magical and dangerous. The devil thought I was his reincarnated queen, for crying out loud, the same one he’d stolen from Abaddon.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not Lilith.”

“Oh, Jessica. Don’t be so obtuse. You admit you feel our bond. You may not be a shifter anymore, but you must know the difference between the mating bond and simple attraction.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, my eyes narrowing on the muscular demon. “I know I’m not who you think I am because, for one thing, I would never in a thousand years sleep with him.”

Abaddon cackled. “Well, it has been well over a thousand years.”

Lucifer shot a deadly glare over his shoulder at the demon, and I took the second of distraction to bolt toward the kitchen door. Maybe there was another exit. Maybe Cerberus would help me.

Strong arms looped around my waist and pinned me against a hard chest. I looked back to see Lucifer holding me, a grim look on his face. “I’m sorry, Kitten. I can’t let you stay on the surface. Not when the celestials already know about you. You’re not safe here anymore.”

Was he actually talking about taking me to Hell? My throat constricted, my head went light. No, no, no. I couldn’t go there. Not to Hell. What about my cat? What about Mel and Gabe? What about my dad? He needed me.

I didn’t expect a psycho like Lucifer to make good on his deal, not after this kidnapping stunt. This was all just some scheme to lure me here, one I stupidly fell for. Christ. I really was going to get my own episode of Unsolved Mysteries. My face would be on posters and all the news channels, and they’d probably use an ugly picture.

“Calm down, Jessica. Please?”

I was anything but calm. I started screaming. The last thing I registered was Lucifer’s soft voice in my ear whispering, “Forgive me.”