...When in Hell Page 7

“How much?” Chad asks, “I can pay it off for her. And we can just go about our life.” I can hear him, but I can’t tear my eyes from Luce.

  “A quarter of a million.” Luce snaps out. Matching my stare, not being able to take his eyes off of me as well.

  My mouth falls as I look at him, “I didn’t even take half of that.”

  “Lil?” Chad starts, “What are you talking about?”

  “You should know that it’s not just the cash.” Luce snaps out.

  “Lilith, what else did you take?”

  “Lilith…?” Luce laughs out as he looks at me. Eyes-wide he smirks to me as we are both in on a twisted inside joke. “I guess that’s fitting, isn’t it, Little Girl? You are very much a Lilith.” He leans into me before he turns and looks at Chad, “Lil here, took my property.”

  “What property?” I finally look over at Chad. “Lil?” He whispers out my name as a question.

  “Me,” I pause. “He’s talking about me.”

  “What?” Chad looks at me shocked, but I only turn and glare back at Luce.

  “Sorry, if I didn’t want to be sold like a fucking dog.” The corner of his mouth turns up as he looks at me again.

  “That wasn’t your decision to make.” He snaps at me as he glares down. I can see in his eyes that something has changed in him since the last time I saw him. I just can’t figure out what that something is. “Change. We’re leaving.” He growls down at me.

  “Fuck you. I’m not—,” but just as he did so many years ago. I’m pushed back quickly until my head smacks against the wall behind us, and suddenly I’m 3 years younger and he’s naked, pressing me into the wall as he chokes me.

  “Take your hands-,” Chad starts but as I glance at him I hear the slide of the gun against the metal pressing a round into the chamber, which I know it simply for show and as I look over I see an older looking Blaine as he rests the barrel of the gun against Chad’s temple.

  “Listen here, Little Girl. I’m not in the mood to put up with your shit—” I quickly cut him off.

  “What on hour 7?” There’s a slight lift to the corner of his lips before he drops his expression again.

  “I should fucking kill you right here—,” as his hand squeezes my throat and I feel the muzzle of his gun press up into the fleshy region underneath my chin.

  “So why don’t you?” Tilting my head up to give him better access without breaking a bit of eye contact.

  I’m a little surprised when I don’t hear the gun ring out and even more surprised when I feel his thumb trace the scars on my neck. He doesn’t really loosen his grip much, and the gun doesn’t waver from pressing up against my chin, but he slightly laughs. “You walk around everyday branded by me.” His eyes move back up to look at me.

  “Branded?” Staring right back at him, just as I did three years ago, I refuse to let him know that I’m having any difficulties breathing. “I haven’t noticed triple 6s on my body anywhere.” I cut to him, his laugh causing me to jump. His gun is no longer pressing into my chin, but his body still caging me into place.

  “Fuck, I forgot about that mouth of yours.” He leans his head to whisper into my ear. “I warned you what would happen if you ran and Little Girl, I’m a man of my word.” Then he pulls back and loud enough for everyone in the room to hear him, he starts again. “Now change, before your fiancé watches me put you on your knees.” A smirk pulls up on his face as he lowers his voice so only I can hear again and adds, “We both know how much you’ve always wanted me to do that.” Out of my peripherals, I can see Chad’s shocked expression as I continue to match Luce’s glare.

  “You really are the fucking devil.” I snap at him, causing him to laugh.

  “I may be.” He shrugs as he looks down, examining his gun. “But I’d rather be a devil than be a fucking God. God likes to give a false sense of being magnanimous. Whereas the devil, you know exactly what to expect from him. He will do what he fucking what’s with whom he fucking wants, when he fucking wants to, and isn’t afraid to let you have whatever your heart desires.” Then he pushes my face away from him and glares at me.

  “Why am I changing?” My question causes a smirk to form on his lips, as if he’s thought this over on several occasions.

  “Because you’re going to come back exactly how you left.” His smirk spreads into an evil smile as he picks up the designer shoes off of the floor and throws them at me. I duck as they nearly miss my head. Glaring back at him, he laughs out… appearing as if he’s slightly unhinged now. “Now, change.” He glares at me.

  “Where’d you get these?” My eyes wide with worry about the girl I gave them to.

  “A few days later I ran into a girl wearing them.”

  “She told you where I was…” I trail off finally connecting how he had found me. I can’t say anything else as I just look at him, fearing that I signed that poor girl’s death with one act of kindness she gave me. “Did you…” I trail.

  “What?” He looks up at me, pulling his face into a scowl. “No, she gave me the information I asked her for so I brought her an extra pair of shoes.” I audibly breathe a sigh of relief.

  “Can I get a little privacy?” I look around the room at the men standing staring at me.

  “No,” Luce looks straight at me. “The last time you had privacy, you sliced my face open and stole my money.”

  “Lil, what is he talking about?” Chad asks, looking at the scar on Luce’s face and then back over at me. Averting my eyes from both men, looking down to the ground, before I hear Luce laugh out and a strip of condoms lands at my feet.

  “I’m talking about how the Queen of Hell over here,” his voice rumbles through the house before I glance up to him quickly and he smirks to me, “smuggled 100K of my money, up her cunt, then pulled a knife on me before she ran.” But Luce doesn’t take his eyes off of me and I can feel Chad’s eyes on me as well.

  It’s weird in the last 3 years Chad has given me a sense of security. Maybe, in reality, he just gave me a false sense of security. Because here stands The Devil glaring at me with his red-beady eyes forcing me to leave with him. Looking up at Luce, mouth-opened as I sigh, turning around at least because if Luce is going to make me change in front of everyone, I will not watch him, watch me change. I’m slightly surprised when I hear the other men in the room leave. “Don’t fucking think of doing anything.” Luce hisses out to Chad as he racks his gun.

  Slipping the pants down my legs and then pulling my shirt overhead before I sigh, unhooking my bra. Finally, turning around, I grab at the dress, bringing my eyes up. Both men in the room are looking at me with those animalistic eyes. As I pull up my dress, slipping my arms in. Trying to keep my breathing under control so that neither man sees the effect that their eyes have on me, or maybe it’s just that I’m trying to keep Chad from seeing what Luce’s gaze does to me.

  Turning back around so that I don’t have to face their eyes, I feel hands come on my body as the zipper moves upward. Even if Chad’s hands weren’t tied behind his back, I would still know that it was Luce, who is slowly letting his hands trail up my body with the zipper of the dress. Just by the sparks, I feel his fingers leaving on my body as he zips up the dress. Slowly, I turn and take him in as he stands directly in front of me. In this moment of time I think I see a softness forming in his eyes. “Thank you.” I whisper out to him, but he says nothing in response. Instead, I feel hands on me.

  “LIL,” I hear mixed with my gasp as Luce thrusts me out the door, and Blaine along with the other man move back into the room. The door slams and I spin around, barreling straight into Luce’s chest. Pressing my palms flat onto him, I push as hard as I can, but it’s harder than I remember it being.

  “You will not catch me off guard this time, Little Girl.” He growls at me before he drops his voice. “Now, where is my money?” Nodding my head, I move towards the staircase when he grabs my arm tightly and I slow a couple of paces.

  “I’
m not going anywhere.” I tell him as I turn towards the stairs and he’s right behind me. We climb them before walking down the short hallway, stopping at the last door. Pushing it open, he follows behind me into the room, closing the door behind himself. He looks around, taking the room in as he stands next to the bed.

  “Is this your room?” He asks.

  “It was, at one point.”

  “Ah, yes, before you showed him your succubus’ side?”

  “Ouch,” I roll my eyes at him before I lean down and press on the floorboard.

  “Nyx, no one comes away from you unscathed.” He says it nonchalantly as he leans against the wall. I want to look at him with a fuck you attitude, but I know that he’s right. Jack, Chad… fuck even Luce. I pull the metal box out of the floorboard and move it over to the bed. “Or should I call you Lilith now?” I can hear the smirk in his words without needing to see him.

  “Don’t be an asshole.” I tell him as I spin around and walk towards him.

  “No, no, please explain it to me. Why the name Lilith?” I think that I actually see a slight smile form on his lips. I can tell by the look that he’s giving me that he and his cocky ego are already well aware of why I chose the name.

  “It seemed fitting.” I glare back up at him. “There.” He sends me a curious look before I talk again. “There.” I place it on the bed and look up at him. “It’s all there, plus a little extra.”

  “Plus extra?” He asks.

  “What? A bit of interest?” I shrug.

  “So, you planned all of this from the beginning?” He says as he stalks over to me.

  “What?”

  “You planned all of this.” He growls out again and he places me between him and the bed that I’m backed up into. “You didn’t need the money. You didn’t spend the money. You just simply took the money. You executed this.” Then a deep, low growl sounds from him and it causes my core to tighten. “As a hunt?” He raises one eyebrow to me as his hands come up touching my stomach and I have to refrain from simply moaning at his touch.

  Shit, I may be in over my head. As I look up at him with his predatory look in his eyes.

  “What?” I ask him, as he leans over my body and now I can feel the bed underneath me. Luce hovers over top of me and I gasp, feeling his hands roaming my body before one gently cups my breast. As his right hand skirts up my inner thigh through the slit in the dress, just as it did before I ran.

  “This seems fitting, since this is where we left off last time.”

  My back arches as soon as his hand makes contact between my legs. Rubbing over top of my fabric covered clit. His teeth scrape against the scars on my neck, causing me to brace myself for the same sharp pain as when he left them. His hand cups me, rubbing my clit before he slips his fingers underneath the material, pressing it to the side. “That’s right, Little Girl. I want you nice and wet.” He whispers into my ear, causing my eyes to nearly roll into the back of my head. “You like how dirty this is, don’t you? Your fiancé is right downstairs. If you’re loud enough, he will hear. Does he know that you’re only with him to feel some sort of false security?” A low growl comes in my ear. Pressing his fingers into me. I grip onto his shoulders and let a quiet moan slip out from my lips. “Tell me, does he make you cum?” He asks before he stares up at me and demands an answer. I can’t form words as his fingers work a small circle on my clit, slowly I just shake my head. “Does he know how you think about me, when he fucks you?” I don’t want to admit to him, he’s right. “And just imagine how you would be if I actually fucked you, Little Girl. Does he know that this entire time you were waiting for me to chase you down?” His fingers push inside of me quicker. “Huh, Little Girl?” He growls into my ear before I feel his teeth on my neck once again and I moan out, loudly. My moan is stifled as his fingers slip out of me and I feel him pressing them into my mouth. Licking up my neck until his teeth nip at my earlobe. “Do you like the way you taste on my fingers?” He growls into my ear. For a brief second, any sort of fight diminishes from me and I just nod my head.

  I’m surprised when he pulls his fingers back out of my mouth and backs away from me. “You should be good now.” His seductive demeanor now completely gone as he looks to me, standing up.

  “Wh-what?” I stutter through my words.

  A smirk forms on his face as he looks right at me as my core drums along with my heartbeat. He laughs again before leaning over me, placing his hands on each side of my hips, and addresses me. “You know the vagina expands and lengthens when it’s aroused. So, you shouldn’t have any problem getting all my money back up.” A small, shocked laugh comes out as my mouth falls open in surprise at what he’s saying.

  “Luce, you can’t be serious.”

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  Luce

  “Luce, you can’t be serious.” She whimpers out. Her arousal is still very much plaguing her thoughts… and mine.

  “Yes, Little Girl I am. Because you have what’s mine…” I pause, darkening my stare directed at her. “And you’re still my property and I do with my property as I see fit. This is what I see fit.” Standing up, I walk a couple of steps away from her, reaching down and straightening the sleeves of my jacket.

  “And what’s that?” She asks snidely, causing me to turn around and seeing her standing right in front of me. Lowering my head, I look at her, demanding her to back away. “What is it you see fit? You’re still going to sell me? Are you going to break me, make me into your perfect fucking pet to let you do whatever you want to with? To have your way with?” I can’t help but laugh out loud, without breaking eye contact with her.

  “Oh, I’ll break you, Little Girl.” I growl at her. “In fact, I look forward to that fucking day. I’ll turn you into the perfect fucking pet for someone else. Because you’ve pissed me off just that much.” I smirk as I look down at her, stepping into her further. “But I could never want your used-up, pathetic body.” I spit out at her as she refuses to back down and I fucking wish that bit of defiance didn’t fucking make me so goddamn hard and that the last part wasn’t a complete fucking lie.

  “Oh yeah, Lucifer?” Her eyes cut up to look at me. “Are you so sure about that?” I’m not sure what it is, but when she calls me Lucifer, it fucking makes my predatory side surge.

  “Yes, I am.” Stepping in closer to me, a low evil laugh comes out of her mouth.

  “I don’t think you,” she pauses and as I feel her grip hold of my dick through my pants, “and your cock are on the same page.” Her grip tightens as if just to prove a point.

  Gripping her by the wrists, pushing her back quickly, slamming her back against the wall behind her, right next to the bed. The force is enough so that her grip falls away from around me. “Whores don’t get to put their fucking hands on me.” I grit my teeth together as I glare down at her. But she remains true to herself. She refuses to let her eyes waver.

  “No, they just get to put your cock in their mouth.” She snaps out. The night that we met seems to still be playing in her mind.

  “Is that what you want? You want me to treat you like a whore?” I ask her, eyes still cutting into her, hands still gripping at her wrists. Her eyes match mine, anger fueling them, but the slight action of her licking her lips and the slight hitch in her breathing, I swear, makes a bit of precum seep out.

  “I don’t think I’m the only one…” Her voice is breathy as her eyes change and are now filled with a lustful hate.

  Releasing her wrists, I quickly grip my hands into her hair as I roughly push her down onto her knees. Her eyes transform into complete lust as she looks up at me through her lashes, finally fucking submitting to me. Exhaling. I quickly unzip my pants, letting them and my boxers fall to the ground as I sigh, looking up to the ceiling and waiting to feel her warm mouth around me.

  My eyes pop open, when instead of the warmth of her mouth I feel a forceful push and then cold metal. Looking down, my eyes nearly bulge out of my fucking head when they l
and on the gun barrel pressed against my nuts. Lust still fills her eyes, but there’s also a mixture of fear, and I realize that she just completely baited me into this. I played right into her goddamn hand. The gun was probably right here. Which is why she grabbed me. She knows I don’t like to be touched. She did it so I would push her against this wall and bring her right next to the fucking gun.

  “Back up Luce. It would be a shame to shoot off an impressive cock.” She smirks up at me, still down on her knees, trying to pretend she doesn’t notice it when my dick twitches at her words.

  I’m pretty sure something is fundamentally wrong with me, because her in front of me, on her knees, with a gun barrel pressed into my nuts, manages to make me harder. “So, you think it’s impressive?” I smirk at her.

  She cocks her head to me and slightly laughs out, “Really, I have a gun to your nuts and you make a joke?” She shakes her head. “You know I’ll do it. Back up and just let me go.”

  But I continue to stand and look at her. Until, just to make a point, she cocks the hammer and I hold up my hands, leaning over and reaching for my pants.

  “Leave them.” She glares, “You can walk backwards with them down.” She glares at me. So I do as she says. I drift away from her, but not being able to keep the smirk that her being this aggressive puts on my face. “What?”

  “You.” is all I say, shaking my head, hands still up. “You never cease to surprise me.” It causes her to laugh. As she steps on the bed, walking sideways across it until she’s at the door.

  “Don’t fucking forget it either.” She opens the door, slowly backing out of it before she’s gone.

  Reaching down quickly and pulling up my pants, I’m furious with myself, that I let my fucking lust for her get the better of me, yet again.

  I’m out the door just seconds after her and rounding down the stairs as well. Blaine comes out from the dining room and I nearly put him through the fucking floorboards. I’m out the door and looking for her, but just as before, she has slipped through and disappeared into the night.