Page 31 of Signed in Blood

“You heard me.”

“Play with him how?”

“In any way you desire. He’s my gift to you, he’s yours now.”

Her gaze grows with curiosity of what she can do to him, of what she’s capable of.

Finally, the corner of her lips lift up. “I think I might like that.”

With several cautious steps she makes her way to the wheel. I wonder what my little piece will do, but I don’t have to wonder for long. The wheel stops turning and Jake screams. He pleads with her. He fucking cries when he sees her face.

She doesn’t stop. She’s a good girl like that. She moves her hand to his throat, thinking of what she wants to see and within seconds, the spikes puncture his hands and his screams fill the space, but all I can focus on is her gorgeous smile. With her hand over his flesh, she lights a fire, burning him, scarring him there where she felt him.

Her justice is gorgeous. And when she turns back to look at me, I make sure she sees and feels every bit of approval I have to offer her.

She’s mine now.

It’s written in hell.

Chapter Fourteen

Lilith

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I think Lucifer would do anything for me. And I’m starting to wonder what all I’d do for him.

It shocks me how intoxicating it is to listen to that man scream. A man who took from me so violently and arrogantly. A man who thought he could get away with it.

With a snap of the devil’s fingers, I’m brought back to the den. One blink and the roaring fires of the cavern are gone.

His cries though…they echo in my mind. A flash of a girl I once was comes to my mind and chills me to the bone.

It’s sobering.

In this space, my heart pains again. What came over me? What have I done? What deal have I made, where I felt…alive at the sight of torture. Hearing his screams did nothing but fuel my desire for more of them, and that scares me.

“Don’t do that,” Lucifer whispers as the thoughts rattle in my brain. My consciousness weighs heavy because of what I’ve become.

“You are worthy of every single thing you want. Including revenge,” Lucifer says at the shell of my ear. He’s still in his suit as he rounds me and then heads to the bar.

“I don’t know…” I tell him, although no other explanation can be spoken. It’s hard to describe the war that brews inside of me.

He plucks the top of a decanter off and pulls out two thin stemmed glasses. I know one will be for me. Perhaps to dull these thoughts. To put a spell over me.

“Don’t think right now. You want to go back and continue what we started?”

“Yes,” I answer him quickly as he rounds me, pacing slowly with his gaze dropping down my body as if he can see through the thin fabric. He’s drinking me in.

He places one glass in my hand and gives me a handsome smile. He tinks his glass against mine and downs the deep red liquid. I do the same, following his lead.

After everything I’ve been through, his desire for me lights a flame deep inside my core.

It's intoxicating and I want more. I lick my lips as the liquid warms its way down my throat.

“I want something from you,” he tells me, taking my empty glass to hold in one hand next to his. With a twist of his hand, they both vanish.

“What?” I ask him. My pussy clenches and a heat slips over every inch of my skin.