Bound By Lucifer by Aiden Pierce
Chapter Twenty-Nine
The devil’s kiss was sinful perfection. I’d sell my soul for it to never end… If he didn’t already own it.
He let out a soft, mischievous chuckle that tickled my lips. “If you’re so desperate for my mouth on your body, Kitten, there are other things you can give me.” His hands slid from my jawline to run down between my shoulder blade and curve around my ass.
I flung him a glare, its edge lost with the smile I couldn’t seem to reign in. “I think I’m done making deals with Satan.”
He snickered and went in for another kiss. “Your lips taste so sweet, even when smothered in lies.”
His line of sight dropped to my skin, a groan slipping from him as he watched my body stain red beneath his eyes of molten gold. My blood turned hot as if lava coursed through my veins. My thighs clenched, and my pussy throbbed. Under the heat of his gaze, droplets of sweat pearled on my flesh, causing strands of my golden hair to cling to me. Everything about this place was sweltering torture. Which made sense; this was Purgatory, after all. But the only fire here was the flames that licked between my thighs, and the only screams that would fill these halls would be my own swollen cries of pleasure. The fountain had predicted that much.
Lucifer’s breathing had gone ragged, his pupil’s blown with wild anticipation. The tendons in his neck grew taut, the thick muscles of his shoulders tightening beneath the fabric of his shirt. His cock strained against his slacks, and his nostrils flared. My jaw went slack with shock, seeing this savage, predatorial hunger when Lucifer had been nothing but calm, smooth, and patient with me as he helped jog my memories. But all that was gone. And for a moment, it was almost as if he was a whole celestial once again because staring at me through his wide eyes, rimmed into gold, was his beast.
That look sent bolts of lightning down my spine. Every nerve in my body prickled with awareness as his monster within stared at me, and my beast, my demon, peered out at him.
Before I knew what she was, I’d coined her Reckless Jessica because she had always pushed me to do things that didn’t make sense. Turns out, she’d been on the hunt. She’d been searching for that missing piece.
And now, here he was. And fuck, was he gorgeous. He was decadence. He was power, violence, he was damned, and he was mine.
“Pull open your dress,” he commanded through the rasp of a growl. His voice was barely his own, filling me with flames that fluttered in my belly. I did as he asked, gathering the red fabric and splaying it apart at the slit up my side, exposing thighs wrapped in silk garters and stockings. His gaze roved over the lingerie, black silk against white skin, white skin against red fabric. With the way he was looking at me, I felt like more than a queen. I felt like a goddess.
He dropped to his knees before me, as if in prayer, water splashing up and soaking through his clothes. He kept his eyes fastened on me, holding my gaze so fiercely it robbed me of all air. My heart stuttered when he hooked his fingers into my panties and, with a jerk, ripped them off as if their presence was a personal insult to him.
My breath caught in my throat as he held the destroyed garment to his nose and inhaled. His fingers unfurled from the panties and let them drop into the fountain, his eyes glazed with bestial hunger.
“Spread your legs, and keep your dress held open just like that.”
I did as he ordered, so my stance was wider, my feet the same distance apart as the breadth of his broad shoulders. Still holding my gaze, he attacked my weeping cunt with his tongue, the hot skillful appendage stroking through my folds, swirling and sucking my clit like a starving man. He did not take his time. He wasn’t slow or gentle. Instead, his movements were frantic and greedy.
He gripped my thighs so tight I knew there would be bruises. He suckled my swollen heat, nipping and lapping, turning me into a dripping mess. My thighs shook with pleasure in his hold, and I didn’t bother biting back my moans.
His worshipping mouth worked me up until I came shattering apart all around him. My knees shook dangerously, threatening to buckle, but Lucifer held me, anchoring me to his mouth like it was a part of me. The orgasm swept through my body like a hundred arrows with flaming tips, the most delicious fire burning me up. His name, thick and swollen, dribbled from my lips and my fingers twisted into his dark hair.
“Jessica,” he groaned into me, my mortal name a benediction on his cum-soaked lips.
When he let go of my hips, my knees wobbled, and I swayed, but before I could fall, he was on his feet, his arm banded around my waist for support. I felt so small in his arms, so fragile.
In either of my lives, those things weren’t something I ever allowed myself to feel. But in his embrace, it was different. It was okay being vulnerable around him. It was more than right; it felt like fucking paradise. Not the shitty one filled with rules and hypocrites. It felt like the one we’d built together. It felt like home.
Gleaning my need to be fucked and filled, his lips twitched into an impish grin so sinfully depraved, only the devil could make it look so good. Good enough to weather eternal damnation for a taste. “Turn around, Jessica.”
I did as I was told.
“Good. Now take off your dress unless you want me to rip it off you.”
My pulse jumped to my throat. For one lustful second, I considered letting him tear off the stupidly expensive dress, but then I’d have to go up through the upper levels of Hell completely naked. Talk about the weirdest walk of shame ever. So I pulled down the bodice of the dress and slowly slipped it down my frame.
I was facing away from him, but I could feel his fire-filled gaze watching my every movement, sliding down my bare skin and drinking up every curve, dip, and dimple of my body. When I stepped out of the dress and tossed it on the floor outside the fountain, he stepped close to me, devouring all the space left between us until his body was pressed against mine.
There was no more waiting. His hands were on my breasts, squeezing and massaging, pinching my nipples between his fingers. His mouth was on my neck, tasting the salt of my glistening skin. We were already a twist of limbs, ragged breaths and soaking flesh.
The jingle of his belt coming undone sliced through my fog of lust as, in the next breath, his length was slipping over my entrance, still slick with my cum and saliva.
His voice, a purring growl, sounded in my ear as his fingers gripped my jaw and throat just like the pool had predicted. “You’re temptation incarnate. Do you know that, Kitten? It’s true my father said if you could fall for me, I could earn back my wings. But you know something? I don’t give two fucks anymore. Spending eternity in damnation, with no wings and a crown to Hell, is complete with a queen like you wrapped around my cock. Now…”
It’s like he had to force himself to let go of me and take a step back, his breath coming out in an uneven rattle. “Spread yourself for me, love. Show me the mess I made of your cunt.”
His voice settled over my mind like a lustful fog, making my senses grow hazy with need. Arousal prickled at every inch of my exposed flesh as I slowly reached around to grab my own ass and spread my cheeks apart so he could get a good look at my pussy, how it was still red and glistening with his saliva.
I could practically feel the weight of his gaze on my shoulders, languidly roving down my back, admiring every curve and dip of my body until all his attention was affixed to that sinful place I desperately wanted him to claim.
A deep and masculine growl of approval rose from his chest and slithered up through my body, making my brain scramble with blinding need to be taken.
He was drawing this out on purpose, working me up to the brink of insanity, then taking pleasure in watching me squirm for more of him.
My skin washed over with goosebumps as the sound of a zipper sailed through my senses, the tell-tale sign that he wasn’t going to make me wait much longer.
“Do you understand what I’m about to do to you, Jessica?” He murmured, his voice as deep as Hell yet as sweet as honey.
I sucked in a sharp breath. “You’re going to fuck me.”
“Oh no,” his tongue clicked with dark mirth. “What’s about to happen is so much more than that. This isn’t like your little pornography videos, nor will it be in the same stratosphere of the unworthy, pathetic mortal males you’ve taken to bed before you found me.”
He pushed closer, the weight of his presence closing around me, his mouth-watering scent of smoke and whiskey making me light-headed. My shoulders trembled as he brushed his knuckle against my bare flesh and slowly traced the length of my spine.
“Your mortal soul and your demonic spirit might be the same that made that journey through Hell all those eons ago, but this is a new body. Unclaimed, unbonded, and unmarked.”
His words seemed to light all my nerve endings on fire. My breath came out on a shudder as one of his palms skated down to my rear, cupping my own hand. His other gripped my jaw, guiding my head sideways so that my silver eyes found his gold ones.
“I will be making you mine all over again, Jessica. I’m going to claim you as my mate for a second time, and I want you to understand what that means.”
“What does it mean?” I asked on a breathless whisper. Even though I knew what it meant, I still wanted to hear him say it.
“It means you will be mine. Forever. And I refuse to lose you a second time. I will use every ounce of power I have to keep you, even if it means losing all else. I will rip down Paradise and all within it, feather by fucking feather if it means keeping you. My brother will come after you, and it won’t be a pretty fight. It could mean war. If you remain unbonded to me, you can still walk away. You can still have your normal mortal life. Stay with me, and nothing will be the same.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. After all this time he’d spent tearing apart earth in search of me, all the trouble he went through getting me to remember him, he was giving me one last chance to get out of this.
There was still a chance for me to go back home and go back to work Monday morning. And this would have just been another crazy weekend for the books.
But the thought of walking away from him filled me with the most hollow feeling that twisted my guts and made the demon spirit inside me howl in anguish.
Lucifer was the missing element from my life, and now that I found him, I couldn’t imagine walking away. No matter how crazy things become. Crazy doesn’t scare me. Nothing scared me except for the thought of not having him. All else in my human life was settled. My dad was healthy again. My best friends, Mel and Gabe, were finally together. I wouldn’t have to go back to that damn hospital.
And I’d finally understood that reckless side of me, the demon spirit who’d been looking out for me all along.
“I’ve never cared about having a normal life, Lucifer. Fuck normal.”
And fuck me.
There was no need to say it out loud. He’d heard the thought, and there was no need to ask again. His fingers sunk into my hips as he pushed his length inside me, filling me in ways I never knew a man could. A whimper curled up from my throat, and in the next heartbeat, his lips were on mine, devouring them.
He was large, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was pure bliss as he buried himself to the hilt inside me. The feel of him, stretching me, the heat of him bleeding into me, felt like a lost puzzle piece snapping back into place. He hissed his pleasure between gritted teeth, muttering profanities and taking the name of his father in vain.
For one excruciating second that felt like an eternity, Lucifer remained perfectly still inside me, fused together in the most carnal and forbidden of kisses. He buried his face between the soft juncture of my neck and shoulder, tasting my skin, nipping at my earlobe, savoring every inch of me. He held onto me so tight, it hurt. Almost like he was pinching me to see if I was real, like he was afraid I might turn to dust in his embrace.
I turned my head to catch his lips in another kiss, and he groaned into my mouth when I thrust my hips back for more of him. He met the movement of my hips and slammed into me with such force it knocked a thick cry from my lips, and tears gathered in my eyes.
But the pleasure of it only made the pain sweet.
“Say what you’re thinking,” he gritted, the demand curling into my ear and sinking straight through my core to meet the other place he penetrated.
What I was thinking?My mind was bouncing around from thought to dirty thought. Images of us danced in my head, a blur of bare, sweat-soaked skin, entangled tongues, and tangled limbs. It was hard to separate what was from the past and what I wanted him to do to me in the future.
“All I can think of is—” I had a million thoughts in my head, different scenes, different places, but they all contained the same piercing eyes of gold. “All I can think of is you.”
“And why is that, Kitten?” Something about his grating purr sent my soul aflame to the point I couldn’t think about anything else but the delicious sensation of him working my body into steady ruin. His scent, the throb of his cock inside me, his words, his fingers gouging into my flesh… It was enough to drive a girl to the brink of madness.
“Because you’re invasive,” I panted, each of his thrusts fracturing my words. “Y–you’re stubborn, and you’re infuriatingly possessive…”
“Because why?”
“Because,” I pushed out, my every breath laced with a moan. “I’m yours. I am your mate.”
He purred his approval in my ear, the most erotically masculine sound that swirled my insides like a molten puddle. “It’s obscene how long I’ve waited to hear you say that. You are mine, my woman, my queen, my mate, my whore. Mine to spoil, mine to possess, mine to fuck.”
He emphasized each “mine” with a frantic thrust, each one harder than the last. He fucked me with all the fervor of a man who hadn’t known the pleasure of a lover in centuries. I was skeptical in the car when he’d told me he hadn’t been with any woman since Lilith, but now I believed him. Each frantic thrust, each lick, each animalistic, sultry moan was that of a starved man.
Before I’d gotten my memories back, I’d almost been stunned by how respectful he’d been…for the devil. But now, inside me, he was a fucking monster, one I was happy to let consume me.
I screamed my release, stars crowding my vision, the old oil painting of us arm in arm on the wall blurring. Then he came hard and fast while my spine still tingled from the convulsion of pure euphoria that wracked my core.
Lucifer’s hand, still gripping my jaw, angled my head so he could consume the final notes of my lingering cries that melted into sighs in his mouth.
Exhaustion sapped my muscles and turned my body into putty in his arms. He scooped me up, stepped out of the fountain, and we both melted to the floor in a wet puddle of water, sweat, spit, and cum.
“Bleeding Almighty, Kitten.” His arms cinched around me so tight, a silent pledge to never let me go again. I rested my head on his chest, trying to catch my breath, staring up at the ceiling mural of our expedition so long ago.
He played with my hair, gently looping it around his finger, staring at me while I looked around at the museum he erected to immortalize the time we’d spent in Hell together. For the longest time, we lay there in silence. It wasn’t awkward; it never had been between us. With all the time we’d spent with each other, we’d never felt the need to fill space with words.
Hours had to have passed when I pulled myself out of his arms to tug on my dress.
He propped himself up on his elbows, a frown slashing his devilish features. “You want to leave already?”
“It’s been hours, Lucifer. I’m mortal now. This isn’t the Styx where we can lay at the bottom of a boat waiting for Charron. I may have not liked my demon form back then, but the immorality thing was a pretty nice luxury I don’t have anymore.”
He made a scoffing sound and waved his hand. “Oh, please. You don’t need to worry about going to Hell if you’re the queen of it.”
“Unless I die and go to the other place.”
He shot me a dark glare like I’d just told a cruel joke. “That’s not funny.”
“So what now?”
He rubbed his stubbled chin in thought. “Well, we can keep doing down to the lower floors so you can see the most modern improvements. Or we can go back up to Lust. Your sister is dying to spent time with you. Besides, I think she was serious about that Hilter activity. You two share a lot of favorite pastimes, including a wicked pleasure for tearing out the bowels of monsters. Actually, that’s an idea. I can take both of you to the surface with me to help me disembowel Abaddon.”
I’d just finished slipping on my dress when the elevator at the other end of the room dinged. Judging by the expression on Lucifer’s face and how he’d jumped to his feet in a blink, no one was supposed to be down here.
“Who in bleeding hell is that…? Nyx shouldn’t be letting anyone down here.”
The doors peeled open and there in the elevator stood Nyx. My sister.
Mysister.
My chest was bursting with so many emotions. I wanted to run to her and throw my arms around her. But something was wrong.
My heart plummeted to the hollow of my stomach as I saw her eyes wide with fear. Huge, tattooed fingers were wrapped around her throat. She had shifted, but even in her demon form, her neck was so delicate in the hold of her captor, like a twig in a bear trap. My heart froze in my ribcage as my gaze locked with the ice-cold eyes of the man standing behind her, holding her prisoner.
“Hello, Little Queen,” Abaddon purred through a maleficent grin that was all pointed teeth. “By the stink of cunt in here, you’ve got all your memories back. Good. This wouldn’t be as fun if you didn’t. Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to come with me. Otherwise, I’ll rip apart your sister limb by limb.”
Lucifer moved in my periphery, probably to grab hold of me. But I was already moving toward the elevator, not wanting him to stop me. Swallowing the boulder-sized lump in my throat, I ignored Lucifer’s pleas for me to stop, his desperate tone tearing me apart from the inside.
I acted so fast, but for me, there was nothing to consider. He’d gone so long without me. And I couldn’t be responsible for my own sister’s death. There was no coming back to Hell when demon shifters died.
Besides, we had a score to settle.
“Deal, asshole,” I spat at him, each syllable doused in venom.
He cackled, gave Nyx a hard shove out of the elevator, and pulled me inside in her place.
My skin crawled as he touched me.
With one hand wrapped tight around my arm, he jabbed the elevator button with the other, and the doors shut, severing Lucifer and Nyx’s shouts.
I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to center myself.
I had just done something incredibly stupid. Brave, but stupid.
Lucifer had been right. I always had a knack for looking fear in the eye and telling it to fuck off. It didn’t dictate to me. That’s why I had sacrificed myself to Abaddon to save Nyx. It had been a gut reaction. It was a rare moment of letting my beast guide me.
And she’d always been reckless.
The End for Now
Follow along in the next installment of Lucifer and Jessica’s story in Marked by Lucifer: The Devil Owns Downtown Book 2