Chapter Forty-Three Azrael
Chapter Forty-Three
Azrael
Despite how she’s just gutted me, my dick is so hard from how Charlotte sucked me off like it was her new favorite treat that I’m not going to last long.
But I’ll fucking make myself last if I have to.
I’ve been waiting a whole fucking millennium to destroy him like this.
And I’m so fucking turned on, I’m almost dizzy from it.
Abruptly, I release Charlotte’s wrists and grab her under the arms, hauling her up and over my shoulder.
Lucifer hisses, clutching her hips and attempting to drag her back down like I’m taking his favorite thing away, but he knocks it the fuck off the moment I taunt, “You chickening out, Lightbringer?”
I nod toward his ass.
Who the fuck does he think is in charge here?
His irises narrow, turning serpentine, but then he releases her with a quick shove, muttering under his breath, “If this doesn’t prove that I love you, little dove, I don’t know what does.
” He slumps back against the wall before he grabs a cigarette out of the pocket of his suit coat from where it’s lying on the tiled floor, and lights it, glaring at me, the hellfire in his eyes blazing.
He’s the same petulant brat he’s always been.
And I can’t fucking get enough of it.
“Go ahead.” He smirks, blowing out smoke. “Give me the best you’ve got, Reaper.”
But I know he wants this as much as I do.
He’s just going to be a dick about it.
“Thought so,” I snipe, turning away from him.
I deposit Charlotte onto a nearby cart, shoving aside the torture instruments there in one fell swoop. They clatter to the floor with a crash, but a pair of manacles that hang from the wall remain.
I shackle her wrists in them.
“Sit. Stay,” I order.
She looks like a kicked puppy, her attention darting to Lucifer like she’s seeking his permission, but when he glares at her, refusing to be her Dom right now, she hangs her head.
She’s not sure how she feels about me taking charge just yet.
About him being submissive.
I reassure her with a quick forehead kiss, reminding her that she likes being good for me, unlike my asshole ex, before I turn my attention to him. “She’s your sub. You gonna go at her again or keep being a brat?”
Lucifer’s expression turns furious.
He bares his teeth, his jaw clenching as he starts to stand.
“Don’t stand,” I order. “Crawl.”
The hellfire in his eyes blazes. “If you think for one fucking second, I’m going to—”
“Consider this your penance for Gethsemane.”
His nostrils flare. “My penance?”
Like he wasn’t the one who chose his need for vengeance over me.
Wasn’t the one who said our love didn’t mean anything.
I might’ve believed that before I saw how things could have been, but now . . .
Now, I know the full truth of how he could have chosen me, chosen himself. The same way he’s chosen to face himself for her. Instead, he put an end to everything we could have had. And for what? The hope of vengeance against his Father?
That he’d come out on top of the apocalypse?
See God dead?
I shake my head.
Whatever twisted reason he used to justify it doesn’t matter, because now he can’t escape me, and I’m going to get my revenge.
For all the ways he doubted me. Told me my love didn’t mean anything.
“You heard me,” I taunt. “What’re you gonna do about it?”
Lucifer rises onto his feet, tossing his still smoldering cigarette onto the floor, and I think for a moment that devilish bastard might actually have the balls to defy me.
The next thing I know, he’s shifted forms into that damn snake again, and a massive black python is barreling straight at me, hissing.
Motherfucker!
Charlotte shrieks, pressing closer to the wall.
I’m not certain she’s ever seen him like this.
The snake coils at my feet, rising up and up and up until it’s nearly eye level before it snaps at me, baring its venomous fangs.
Within the span of a blink, I’m standing nose to nose with Lucifer again.
Sexy dramatic fucking prick.
“You didn’t specify how, did you, lover?” he says cheekily.
He uses his shadows to retrieve his cigarette, plucking it from midair. He inhales, then blows the smoke at me before he casts it aside again.
I can’t tell if I want to punch that damn smirk off his face or fuck him.
Before I can decide, he grabs Charlotte, dragging her still-red ass to the edge of the cart until the manacles at her wrists are pulled taut. He bends over her, greedily burying his face in her pussy again, his ass bared and level with me.
The devil is a switch. The ultimate brat. That’s what he is.
No wonder he gets so much sick pleasure out of taming her.
Her moves are from his own fucking playbook.
“You’re going to pay for that,” I growl, stepping behind him and spreading his delicious ass cheeks.
I position myself just outside his entrance.
“Are you sure?” he taunts, lifting his face from Charlotte’s cunt long enough to mutter, “I can easily top you from the bottom, lover.”
Unexpectedly, he shoves back into me, like I’m at his mercy.
Mother—
I snarl.
I shouldn’t be fucking surprised by it, but I am.
I’m nothing but a goddamn tool to him all over again.
But if he wants to use her to run away from me, from himself, to pretend we never meant anything, well then . . .
I chuckle.
We’ll see who wins in the end.
Because I don’t play fair.
I play forever.