Lucien's Hell Bound Angel (Hell Bound Series) (5 page)

Shaking her head, she nearly vomited in her mouth. How could she
consider such a thing?! A demon was just that—a demon. An evil being, spawned to wreak havoc on mankind. Not to mention make it hard for her family. They were spawns of Tartarus and everyone knew nothing good came from the pit. Not even Lucien. Hell, he’d even admitted he was a demon.

Then why’d he bleed crimson?
Her mind reminded her. Looking down at herself, his blood still coated her clothes and skin. It was in fact a shade of red. Darker yes, but still
red
. She needed answers and he was going to give them to her. Even if she had to beat it out of him.

Moaning, Lucien caught her attention. It was the first sound he’d made in
what seemed to be the longest 15 hours of her life. Shooting to her feet, she was at his side no more than a second later. Her hand went to grab his, but she snatched it back before their skin touched. What was she thinking?! Comforting her enemy was damn sure
not
on any of her to do list. If her siblings could see her now, they’d laugh at her. No questions asked.

She was too kind hearted, even for an angel. Had her duty been in
Heaven, she’d be perfect, but it wasn’t. She’d been chosen to be a guardian angel and protect those assigned to her. And it just so happened that the people assigned to her were very important in the battle raging between Heaven and Hell. Ok, so this was her first real assignment on Earth, and so far it seemed she failed. Hazel was dead and not coming back. How was she gonna explain that to Michael?

With Lucien’s head that’s how.

Growling, she let anger over take her for merely a second before swallowing it. As an angel, emotions were frowned upon. Especially anger. Simply because emotions swayed you to do things you normally shouldn’t or wouldn’t do. Before Lucien showed up, she was holding her own. Making a name for herself and taking heads in the process. Nobody had gotten the jump on her, that was until he showed up and to knock her on her ass. Three times none the less! Granted, she was trained to battle and though she was good at it, her normally soft nature hated bloodshed. Why couldn’t she have been given another duty like show the new spirits around Heaven? If only she had it so easily.

Moaning once more, her attention snapped back to him. Lifting his bandage on his chest, she saw that the wounds were now
completely healed and nothing but a pink scar was left behind. She was sure that that too would be gone in a mere hour or so. It was amazing to watch him weave back together. Taking the bandage off of his side, she saw the same thing. His knife wound had disappeared. Running her finger down his chest to his side, she got lost in temptation. A vision of her tongue running along his strong chest flickered through her mind. What would it be like?

“Stop.
That tickles.” He chuckled weakly. His eyes were still shut but there was a tiny smile on his face.

“Sorry.” She said snatching her hand back ashamed yet again.

Blinking slowly, he finally opened his eyes to see her. Scanning the room, he seemed confused, but she was sure it must’ve been the daze.

“I remember this.” He muttered.

Looking over at her, his blood warmed and his breath got caught in his chest. She was damn sure a sight for sore eyes. The twinge in his chest ached more, but not from pain.

“You're so beautiful.” He croaked as he reached for her but she stepped away. 

Her motion caused him to draw his hand back and look away. In the silence, he was obviously thinking of something to say.

“You have to listen to me.”
He replied gazing back at her.

“I’m all ears.” She replied
keeping the distance between them.

“
You need to get away from me. Fast.” He warned.

His tone was striking and she couldn’t tell what had sparked such a shift.  Well, she wasn’t that stupid. The way she’d just shut down his offer of—whatever it was—had hurt his feelings? Was that it? Did demons even have feelings? Another question dawned on her after her moment of caring receded. Was he threatening her?! Oh, the nerve of this asshole after all she did to save him. She didn’t
take threats lightly.

“I don’t take threats well.” She barked.

“Athena I’m not threatening you. I would never—” his reply got clipped short as he saw her reaction.

The color had all but left her face and she was taken aback.

“How do you know my name?!” she shouted.

“
Attie, calm down.” He insisted. “There’s no time for the details, but you
have
to listen to me. There are some bad men searching for me…”

“What does that have to do with me? I should kill you right here!” she shouted manifesting a dagger and
gripping it tight before placing it to his throat.

“
Attie—” he mumbled before sucking in a breath and closing his eyes.

Blinking, he stiffened as the blade nearly sliced him.

“What’s your problem bitch?!” he growled through clenched teeth.

Bitch?! She must’ve have really hurt his ego with her gesture because he’d gone from calling her beautiful to a bitch. That kind of stung coming from him too, not that it should’ve.

“Me?! How’d do you know my name?” she pushed and he stared at her confused.

He had no idea what she was talking about. He didn’t know her from a can of paint…well, that wasn’t entirely true either. But his dreams didn’t really count. There was barely any talking, just their bodies meshing together.

“I don’t know you're name. I don’t know anything about you.”

“Liar!
You just called me by my name a minute ago.” She insisted and he could tell by the blade to his throat that she meant business.

“Maybe I—I—heard it from one of those fucks last night. Look, I don’t know.” He said and she knew he was lying.

But truth was he really didn’t know what the hell she was talking about. The last thing he remembered was being shot in the chest—which hurt like hell—then falling into her arms hoping maybe that he’d die. Ok maybe not die, but that it was just all just a twisted dream. But now waking up with a blade to his throat, he wanted to tear this girl to shreds. Who cared if she was his violet eyed dream girl? Obviously he did, because the thought caused an ached in his chest worse than the bullet that had torn it open.

“You work for Dezmon and Vulcan
, admit it.” She said pushing the blade into his throat and slicing it a little. The blood had trickled down, but the wound had already begun to heal.

“
Can we please talk without you holding this sharp blade to my throat?!” he insisted.

“Why
? So you can lie to me some more?” she asked, not easing up.

“I’d like it if we could talk once without you aiming something deadly at
me.” he persisted.

“Not if you insist on lying to me. How do you know my name?”

“I’m not lying! I really don’t know your name. I told you mine if I remember correctly right? But before we really got acquainted, I
saved
your life remember? Took a bullet for you.” He ground out.

With that answer, she released the pressure of the blade from his throat and slowly backed away a few steps. Just in case he tried something.

“You’re gonna tell me the truth.” She said sternly.

Staring at her, he considered her command and mused at her confidence. There was no doubt in his mind that this “girl” was way different than any other girl he’d encountered. The spark of fire in her was impeccable and he wanted to taste her body now. But would she hold that against him? If he hopped up from her bed and pulled her delicate body to his, would she draw back?
There was no doubt that she would try to decapitate him as she had nearly done to Dezmon.

Grimacing, he shook his thoughts off. He didn’t really want anything to do with her. His body just needed sex. It was like food to his incubus side. The side he
hated. The side that made him need sex more often than not. But it was something he needed to regain his full strength.

“Are you gonna kill me if I get up?”
he asked.

“Depends.”
She answered toying with the knife that was still in her left hand.

“Look, we can talk about whatever you want. But I need to take a shower first.” He offered.

Narrowing her eyes at him, she wanted to say no, but she realized she was still covered in blood herself. And getting cleaned seemed like more than a good idea. But she also weighed the fact that he could more than likely escape through the window. But what did she care, right? Having him out of her hair would be less stress than he was worth.

“Fine.” she said nonchalantly. “But I want my answers.”

He finally got up from the bed and nodded before walking passed her. His arm gently brushed hers and she felt the strength he’d obviously worked hard to get. It was like he’d been perfectly chiseled in every area she’d already seen. She refused to let her mind slink to his nether region. That was just a line she wasn’t willing to cross.

“Fine but I’ll only give them to you if you answer mines in return.” He
countered, and with that he shut her bathroom door.

Bastard! How dare he try and pull her into more of his games?! There was no way she was gonna answer a damned thing he asked her. Not in a million years.

A moment later, she heard the spray of water and a bit of relief washed over her.
Atleast he was gonna really shower. She hoped. Peeling her shirt off, she opened her dresser draw to find the selection of underwear she’d brought after getting used to her physical form. She’d pulled a few things out, then opened another draw and pulled out a shirt before hearing a moan. Stopping dead in her tracks, she looked at the door to her on suite bathroom and heard it again. Was he in pain?

Rushing to the door, she had half the mind to burst it open, but the closer she inched
the more she realized he wasn’t in pain. Sticking her ear to the door, she’d heard him exhale in pleasure. Gasping, she pulled her ear away from the door and covered her mouth in horror. How vile was he? He had nerve to—pleasure—himself in her bathroom! She felt a shiver run through her as the thought of him stroking himself in her tub entered her mind. But to her surprise, the shiver wasn’t from disgust. There was that damned curiosity again. 

Lucien pumped harder as envisioned his violet eyed girl willingly thrusting against him.
Moaning his name and taking his body as if it were hers. Sure, he felt naughty for thinking of her, especially since she was right outside the door, but so what? She was in his dreams long before they had met each other the night before. There were never too many words, other than her screaming his name, and he liked it that way. In his mind, she wanted him. Longed for him in ways no other woman would. He’d wished her into existence so many times hoping to extinguish his loneliness, but deep down he knew the truth.

He would always be alone. She would never want
him in any way but dead. That much he knew to be true. So for now, since he couldn’t have sex—his thoughts would have to do. Pumping harder, he felt himself about to explode. It would all wash away because the cold spray of the shower water would eliminate it. He tried to wash away his erection with a cold shower but it obviously didn’t work. Nothing did and he knew it.

Grunting one last time as
he spasm-ed, he exhaled. That would have to do. He already felt his strength returning; enough to go another round with the woman in the next room.   

Chapter Five

Beyond Good and Evil

Stroking his throat ever so gently, Dezmon sighed. The thought that he’d merely been decapitated was—amusing. No one had ever quenched his fire the way Athena had. The way she maneuvered her blade, even as it tore through his throat—she’d had him mesmerized. Her eyes, they alone were exquisite and tranquil. One look kept you in a trance. Dancing with her was the most fun he’d had in a while. Their fight had kept him amused. That was until Lucien showed up, interrupting the fun as always. A rapping at his door tore him from his thoughts.

“Come in.” he replied and the
door creaked open.

Vulcan stepped inside the room and immediately kneeled. There was no doubt that he had respect for the demon he served.

“There’s no need for that. I have something for you to do.” Dezmon replied.

Looking up, Vulcan saw the hoard of female bodies lying on the floor, leading a pathway to Dezmon. Their blood was splattered over everything and Dezmon had obviously bathed in their blood after devouring the majority of it. After
the injuries he sustained from battling Athena, he needed blood and lots of it to heal faster. So, Vulcan delivered.

“Yes master, what is
it you desire?” Vulcan inquired, still on one knee.

“
There’s a new guest in town and I want him brought to me.” Dezmon demanded.

Nodding, Vulcan accepted without a fight. He knew exactly who Dezmon meant and he couldn’t wait to sink his claws in
to his chest before ripping out his heart. After plunging the dagger in his back, Lucien deserved to die.