Dad sauntered over, his eyes gleaming with pride as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. The warmth of hellfire radiated from his touch, familiar and comforting."Nicely done, little Morningstar," he purred, planting a kiss on my forehead. "You're definitely my little girl through and through."I basked in the praise for a moment, then shrugged nonchalantly. "What can I say? I learned from the best."Sebastian lingered by the doorway, his gaze flicking between us and Azazel. I could practically taste the tension rolling off him in waves."So," I said, clapping my hands together. "Who wants the first crack at our guest?"Dad chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "By all means, darling. This is your show."I turned back to Azazel, who was now pressed against the far wall of his cell, eyes wide with fear. Good. He should be scared."Last chance to spill voluntarily," I offered, my voice dripping with false sweetness. "Otherwise, things are going to get real unpleasant for
Azazel's scream echoed off the cell walls. "Alright! Alright!" he gasped. "They're using blood magic to get around the usual constraints."The temperature in the room dropped about ten degrees. Dad's face contorted with rage, his eyes blazing with hellfire."BLOOD MAGIC?" he roared, his voice shaking the very foundations of the building. "You dare twist the very essence of creation?"I winced. Dad losing his cool was never a good sign. The last time he got this pissed, we had to redecorate half of Hell.Azazel whimpered, trying to shrink away from Dad's fury. "I'm just a cog in the machine, you know?""A cog?" I scoffed. "More like the grease that keeps the wheels turning, you slimy bastard."Dad was pacing now, his elegant suit rippling with barely contained power. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" he snarled at Azazel. "The balance... the very fabric of reality..."I stepped closer to Dad, placing a hand on his arm. "Dad, we need him in one piece to spill the rest." I glance
I caught Sebastian's gaze lingering on my lips as he spoke, his dark eyes glittering with barely concealed desire. "I'd love a drink," he purred, voice like velvet. "And I'd love even more to pick up where we left off earlier. You know, before we were so rudely interrupted by the literal King of Hell."A shiver ran through his body, visible even under his perfectly tailored shirt. "Bloody hell, it feels strange to say that out loud," he added with a nervous chuckle.I couldn't help but smirk. After 398 years of being Lucifer's daughter, not much phased me anymore. "Welcome to my world, handsome. Might as well get used to it if you plan on sticking around."My fingers itched to trace the sharp line of his jaw, to tangle in that silky raven hair. But I held back, enjoying the delicious tension crackling between us. "So," I drawled, sauntering over to the bar in my kitchen. "What's your poison?"Sebastian's eyes followed my every move as I poured myself a generous glass of blood-red win
I leaned forward, studying him. The hellfire was messing with his control, stripping away that carefully cultivated veneer of civility. Part of me was thrilled to see it."Are you sure about that?" I teased, unable to help myself. "Because those fangs tell a different story."Sebastian's crimson eyes fixed on me, filled with an intensity that made my breath catch. "Perhaps," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "you should be more concerned about yourself, Luella Morningstar."I felt a rush of adrenaline. This was the real Sebastian, the predator beneath the gentleman. And damn if it wasn't hot as hell."Worried? Please," I scoffed, reaching for my fifth shot. "I'm just getting started." I tossed back the fifth shot, relishing the burn. Sebastian's eyes tracked the movement, fixated on my throat as I swallowed. The predatory look on his face sent a thrill through me, one I'd never admit to out loud."Last one, pretty boy," I taunted, my voice husky from the alcohol. "Think you can h
In one fluid motion, he lifted me onto the kitchen counter, stepping between my legs. The hard length of him pressed against my core, sending a jolt of heat through my body. Damn him."I'll start slow," he murmured, his lips brushing my neck. "Teasing touches, light as a feather. I'll trace every curve, every dip of your body until you're squirming, desperate for more."His hands slid up my thighs as he spoke, mimicking his words. I bit back a moan, refusing to give him the satisfaction."Then," he continued, voice rough with desire, "I'll use my tongue. Tasting, exploring. I'll find every spot that makes you gasp, that makes you arch into me. And when I reach that sweet spot between your thighs..."I couldn't help it. A whimper escaped me, my body betraying me. Sebastian chuckled darkly, clearly pleased with himself."Fuck," I breathed, my resolve crumbling. The bastard was good, I had to give him that. I was done playing games. The heat between us had built to a fever pitch, and I
My threat was cut short as he suddenly withdrew his hand. I snarled, ready to unleash every curse I knew in demonic and human languages alike. But before I could utter a single syllable, I felt the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance."Oh," I breathed, my anger instantly forgotten.Sebastian's eyes locked with mine, dark and intense. "Ready?"I nodded frantically, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him closer. "More than ready. Just do it already, you teasing bastard."He chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "As you wish."In one smooth thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside me. The sensation of being so completely filled had me crying out in ecstasy. At the same moment, Sebastian's fangs sank into my neck, the sharp pain mingling exquisitely with the pleasure."Fuck!" I screamed, my back arching off the bed. The dual sensations of his cock stretching me and his fangs in my neck were almost too much to bear.Sebastian groaned against my skin, the vibrati
When we finally broke apart, both panting, he gazed down at me with those mesmerising dark eyes. "Tell me what you want, Luella," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.I leaned in close, my lips brushing against Sebastian's ear. My voice dropped to a sultry whisper as I painted a vivid picture for him."I want to be on my knees in front of you," I breathed, feeling him tense against me. "Your cock buried deep in the back of my throat."I paused, letting the image sink in. Sebastian's breath hitched, and I could feel his desire radiating off him in waves. Fuck, the intensity of it was intoxicating."And your hands," I continued, my voice dripping with need, "tangled in my hair. Tugging just enough to make me gasp as you guide my mouth up and down your length."A violent shiver ran through Sebastian's body. His fingers dug into my hips, and I could feel the tremor in his muscles as he fought to maintain control.Part of me wanted to laugh at the effect I was having on him. The big
My threat was cut short as his mouth closed around my right nipple. The wet heat of his tongue combined with the gentle scrape of his fangs had me seeing stars."Oh shit," I moaned, my head falling back. "Do that again."He obliged, alternating between teasing licks and deep, rhythmic sucking. Each pull of his mouth sent a jolt straight to my core, building the pressure that had been simmering since he'd denied my earlier release."Sebastian," I panted, struggling against his grip. "I need... fuck, I need..."He released my nipple with a wet pop, looking up at me with a wicked grin. "What do you need, Luella? Tell me."I glared at him, frustrated and aroused beyond belief. "I need you to let go of my hands so I can ride you properly, you infuriating vampire."His laugh was dark and rich. "As you wish," he said, releasing my wrists.I didn't waste a second. My hands landed on his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin as I started to ride him harder and faster. The new leverage l
I woke to the sensation of Sebastian's cool skin against mine, our limbs tangled like vines. Memories of our night flooded back, sending a delicious shiver through me. I traced a finger along his jaw, marveling at how peaceful he looked in sleep."Rise and shine, vampire boy," I whispered, planting a kiss on his forehead. "Time to face the music."Sebastian's eyes fluttered open, a mix of adoration and apprehension in their dark depths. "Good morning, my love. I suppose we can't hide in here forever?"I snorted. "Not unless you want dear dad to come drag us out himself."We dressed quickly, stealing glances and touches as we went. I opted for a blood-red silk blouse and leather pants – might as well look the part of Hell's princess. Sebastian chose a crisp black shirt and slacks, ever the picture of vampiric elegance.The walk to the dining room felt like a march to the gallows. I could practically feel Sebastian's anxiety radiating off him in waves. "Relax," I muttered, squeezing hi
"Holy shit," I managed to gasp out, staring at the ceiling. "That was... fuck."Sebastian chuckled, a low, satisfied sound. "Eloquent as always, my dear."I turned my head to glare at him, but couldn't muster any real heat behind it. "Shut up. You fucked my brains out. I'm allowed to be incoherent."He propped himself up on an elbow, looking down at me with a smirk. "Is that a complaint I'm hearing?""Definitely not," I said, stretching languidly. My body felt like jelly in the best possible way. "Though I might need a minute before round two."Sebastian's eyes darkened. "Oh, I think I can find ways to occupy that pretty mouth of yours while you recover."I felt a fresh wave of heat rush through me. Damn him and his sexy… everything. "Is that a challenge, Nightshade?"He grinned, fangs glinting in the low light. "What do you think?"I smirked back, already reaching for him. "Game on, bloodsucker."I watched with eager anticipation as Sebastian stood up, his muscular form towering over
Heat pooled low in my belly at his words. Part of me wanted to sass back, to push his buttons further. But a larger part just wanted him inside me already."Less threats, more action," I growled. Sebastian's hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back. "As you wish, princess."His hips rocked forward, teasing me with the promise of what was to come. I bit back a whimper, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. But as he slowly pushed inside me, stretching and filling me completely, I couldn't hold back my moan of pleasure. Fuck, he felt amazing."That's it," Sebastian murmured against my neck. "Let me hear you, Luella."I clenched around him in response, relishing his sharp intake of breath. Two could play this game.Sebastian's thrusts were maddeningly slow, each one deliberate and precise. He angled his hips just right, hitting that spot inside me that made my toes curl and stars explode behind my eyes."Fuck," I gasped, my fingers clawing at the sheets. "Sebastian, please..."
I couldn't take it anymore. The tension between us was electric, crackling in the air like hellfire. I stood up abruptly, my hands still bound behind my back, and locked eyes with Sebastian."Maybe," I said, my voice husky with desire, "just maybe, I want you to punish me."Sebastian's eyes darkened, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "Is that so?" he purred, circling me slowly. "And what makes you think you deserve my attention, little demon?"I lifted my chin defiantly. "Because I'm the best damn thing that's ever happened to you, vampire."He chuckled, low and dangerous. "Such arrogance. I think we need to work on that."My heart raced as he approached, his fingers trailing along my collarbone. I wanted to touch him, to pull him close, but the bindings held firm. Frustration and arousal warred within me."What are you waiting for?" I taunted, my voice barely above a whisper. "Scared you can't handle me?"Sebastian's hand shot out, gripping my throat gently but firmly. "Oh
I couldn't help the low groan that escaped my lips as Sebastian's teeth grazed my collarbone. His touch was maddening - just enough to set every nerve ending on fire, but not nearly enough to satisfy."Fuck, Sebastian," I breathed. "Stop teasing and just-"His hand clamped over my mouth, cutting off my words. "What did I say about behaving?" he whispered, his voice dark with promise. "Keep it up, and I'll have to gag you next."A jolt of pleasure shot straight through me at his words. I couldn't resist the urge to push back, to see how far I could take this. I nipped at his palm, then smirked against his skin."Is that a threat or a promise, Nightshade?" I challenged, my voice muffled but defiant.I felt him stiffen behind me, his breath catching. For a moment, I wondered if I'd pushed too far. Then his grip tightened, and he spun me around to face him."You just can't help yourself, can you?" he growled, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "Always have to have the last word.""W
As we made our way outside, I explained the game to Sebastian. "It's simple," I said, my voice dripping with excitement. "Dad and I take turns creating massive objects, then we obliterate them. Hellfire, grenades, whatever works. It's like the world's most badass sculpture garden, but with more explosions."Sebastian's eyes widened, a mix of awe and apprehension flickering across his face. "And... this is how you usually spend family time?"I laughed, the sound echoing through the cavernous halls of the castle. "Welcome to the family, babe. We don't do boring." As we stepped outside, the heat of the Underworld hit me like a familiar embrace. The air shimmered with sulfurous haze, and the distant roar of lava falls provided a fitting backdrop for our destructive game.Dad wasted no time, his hands moving in fluid motions as he conjured a mountain of hellfire grenades and other explosive delights. The pile glowed an ominous red, crackling with barely contained energy."Show off," I mut
I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help smiling. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't tell him about the time I accidentally turned all the hellhounds into puppies."Dad's eyes glinted mischievously. "Now that's a story worth telling..." I quickly cut in before Dad could embarrass me further. "Actually, you know what? Let's skip the hellhound incident. Sebastian, want to hear about something way more fun?"Sebastian leaned forward, his dark eyes glimmering with curiosity. "Always.""Well, one of my favorite pastimes when I started working with Dad was hellfire darts." I grinned, remembering the countless hours we'd spent honing our skills.Sebastian's brow furrowed. "Hellfire... darts?"Before I could explain, Dad snapped his fingers. A shimmering dartboard materialized on the far wall, crackling with infernal energy. In his other hand, three sets of darts appeared, their tips glowing white-hot."No time like the present for a demonstration," Dad said, tossing a set to me and another to Sebastian.I
Sebastian leaned forward, his dark eyes glinting with curiosity. "So what other mischief has our princess been up to over the centuries?"Dad's grin widened, and I knew I was in for it. "Oh, where to begin? There was the time she accidentally unleashed a plague of locusts in Egypt..."I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "Dad, come on..."But he was already off and running. "Picture this: Little Lu, barely a century old, decides she wants to impress her old man by conjuring up some insects. Harmless enough, right? Except she overshot it. By about a billion locusts."Sebastian's eyebrows shot up. "You're kidding."I peeked through my fingers. "In my defense, I was aiming for butterflies. How was I supposed to know locusts were easier to summon in bulk?"Dad chuckled. "The Egyptians weren't too pleased, I'll tell you that. Took weeks to clean up that mess."I couldn't help but smirk. "Hey, at least I gave them something to write about. You're welcome."Sebastian shook his head, a mi
As I watched Sebastian process this information, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of... something. Pride? Excitement? Maybe a bit of both. Here he was, my vampire boyfriend, diving headfirst into the intricacies of Hell like it was the most natural thing in the world.I leaned in close, my lips brushing his ear. "Don't worry, babe," I whispered. "I'll keep you safe."Sebastian's dark eyes met mine, a mix of curiosity and apprehension swirling in their depths. "And what about tomorrow?" he asked, his voice low and smooth. "The troublemakers you'll be sentencing?"I couldn't help but smirk. "Oh, those are the fun ones," I said, leaning back in my chair. The velvet cushion was soft against my skin, a stark contrast to the hard justice we'd be doling out tomorrow. "They're usually demons who've stepped out of line. Either from the outer regions or just inside the Styx."I took a sip of my wine, savoring the rich, smoky flavor. "We drag their sorry asses before us and decide their fate ba