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Prologue

Lilith

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I am comfortable with death.

Too fucking comfortable.

In fact, I get off on it. Just ask the devil what I agreed to so I could get revenge.

They killed me.

Not once but twice.

The men who raped and sacrificed me to the devil.

They got their ritual and I made a deal with Lucifer. One that lets me get this rage out.

It consumes my every waking second. How this group of men planned it, lured me in, and I fell for it. How I was foolish and naive. I hate them, and that hate grows inside of me, festering into something I can’t put into words. It’s all emotions, wreaking havoc on whatever is left of my soul.

Some days it feels like a curse; others, it feels like a rebirth. As if I received a blessing disguised as Lucifer. If I’m honest, it scares me. The wretchedness that swells inside of me just at the thought of them. Of the memory of what happened and the hope they stole from me.

All my dreams, all my goals, the future I’ll never see, the degree I’ll never get, and the hug my best friend, Sabrina will never receive. Especially, no white picket fence and children running at my feet.

They selfishly and violently ripped away my life, and I want them to suffer. More than anything, I want them to know pain in a way that is far worse than what I now know because of them.

The fire hisses around me, and I open my eyes, all too aware that this hell won’t be my home for long.

After Lucifer gets his fill, he’ll let me go back to the earthly realm and try again. That’s our agreement, he gets my soul and I own theirs.

Speak of the devil, he knows when I’m thinking about him, knows my every move, my every moan, my every pant. He knows me inside and out. From my heart to my mind to every bone in my body.

I’m his.

As I think of his hands and lips on me, the ashes crunch beneath his brown work boots. The first time I saw him, he wore shiny oxfords and a business suit. Now I see him in all forms, taking on different personalities for the souls he collects. As I lay on his bed in hell, he strips off his black hoodie and unbuckles the belt on his blue jeans while the look in his dark brown eyes drink me in.

Those eyes. They speak to me. I swear they hold something deep in his soul. Something that sees me for who I am. Or maybe for who I could be.

“There you are,” he murmurs in the most tempting of ways. My heart flickers in a way I can’t control.

The seduction in his voice sends a wave of heat through my body, and the sinful desire to be fucked by him steals my thoughts away. It’s the power he has over me. He commands attention, and I have no problem handing it to him.

For some reason, I start to focus on his black hair that is long enough to grip at the top but shorter on the sides. His skin is kissed with a touch of sunshine, once again stealing my breath away.

My Lucifer is classically handsome, but his body…fucking chiseled. Just the thought of his body being on top of mine sends me into an internal frenzy. I don’t know why I'm trying to hide from him; he can read my every thought. My desires are never hidden from him, trust me. He loves to test my limits. I don’t know when this will end or how it even will, but I do know that the only thing I look forward to is his touch.

The heat of Satan’s kiss, the pleasure that rocks through my body when he claims me wherever he pleases, and the promises he’ll bring me back is an ecstasy I didn’t know existed. He says he loves this darkness, but as I stare into his eyes, all I feel is the torment deep within him of all the souls he owns. I try not to think about that, feeling like I’m starting to love the devil himself.

It isn’t part of our deal, but I can’t help myself.

Softly sucking in a breath from the heat of his lips on my skin, he says with a smirk as he closes the distance between us, “Don’t worry, I’ll kiss it and make it better.” I can barely remember what happened when I look down at my hand and see all the blood.

So much blood.

The bed dips with his weight and I fist the silk black sheets as he crawls to me, hovering over me as I lie down. The sound of his jeans unzipping is followed by the thud of them falling to the floor.

I peer down at my naked body, the light of the surrounding fire flickering across my pale skin. I watch him fist his already hard cock. Thick and veiny, I envision my mouth wrapped about it, choking and gagging. A small moan escapes me, as I know he’ll ravage me, make me his.