Lucien's Hell Bound Angel (Hell Bound Series) (6 page)

“Bring him to me alive.”
He replied as if he’d read Vulcan’s mind.

Vulcan frowned disappointed, but nodded all the same.

“Don’t worry. I have a feeling that you’ll be torturing him soon enough.” He chuckled wiping the blood away from his face.

That’s right, torture would be allowed. As long as Lucien didn’t die at the end of it, he was in the clear. And he had plans to make Lucien suffer.
Big plans.

“I’ll send in a cleaning crew to dispose of this for you.” Vulcan replied finally standing and turning to leave.

Walking down the hall, he waved for his two men that he already had waiting to go into the room and clean up the bloody mess. Still striding down the hall, he turned a corner to see more of his men standing guard. They nodded and he ignored them only to enter the weapons room. He was furious and literally seeing red. Vulcan didn’t like the fact that Lucien got the jump on him the night before. He was going to torture the miserable piece of shit until he broke down and begged for death. But death obviously would never come because Dezmon had now ordered that Lucien be brought back alive.

Vulcan was the leader of Dezmon’s rapidly growing army. The moment one demon was cut down, three more took its place. And demons weren’t the only
species working for Dezmon. Vulcan had been the one to recruit as much evil as he could and he did. He won souls for the pit constantly. Day in and day out. He found that humans were the easiest to sway; playing off their emotions was a great advantage. The moment Dezmon stepped on the Earth; he’d created Vulcan from fire. And from day one Vulcan had served Dezmon to no end. Anything he needed he had. So when the pure pretty little violet eyed angel came in to try and interrupt their plans, he wasn’t gonna stand for it.

She hadn’t been the first to try. He’d butchered the others horribly before killing them. She’d be no exception. He’d cut her down without hesitating. But it seemed Dezmon felt different about that. He loved toying with her, allowing Vulcan’s men to go after her but never allowing them to render the final blow. It was as if he was testing her. Even when they finally squared off, Vulcan couldn’t understand why
Dezmon allowed her to go for his throat the way she had. It had to be a game—giving her hope? She wasn’t that trained was she?

He couldn’t tell the way he’d caught her off guard and had her beneath him, withering. Sure she spat threats, but
there was no way she could follow through. That was until the dreaded blade dug into his back, penetrating his spine.

The bastard!

Lucien was gonna pay for that. He was gonna make sure. Grabbing a few guns, he tucked them away and headed out.

Pulling the door open, Lucien stood dripping wet from the cold shower he’
d just had. Athena’s eyes darted from his wet chest to the floor immediately. He was covered in nothing but a towel waist down. She had on a robe, not risking any of her flesh to be shown. Especially after what’d she’d heard only moments earlier. Even though it peaked her curiosity and she felt her blood boil hot, she would never admit that it turned her on. She was forbidden to feel those type of feelings anyway. She wasn’t human. There were rules she had to stick by.

Lucien strolled from the bathroom and the moment his gaze met Athena’s, he was hard again. Damn it! Why couldn’t he just be normal? Granted, he’d watched human men jump at the chance to have sex, but his hormones were wired a hundred times that. 
He liked the way her gaze ate him up for the millisecond that it did. But he knew she probably thought his scars were horrific. It only confirmed what he already knew. She’d never be attracted to him. Not that he cared anyway. He just needed an easy lay here and there while on Earth and she damn sure wasn’t it.

“All yours.”
He offered standing in place.

Easing passed
him into the bathroom, she took a deep breath. His scent was all over the place. So were his clothes. Her eyes landed on the tub and she shuddered as the thought of what he did played through her mind. She wasn’t sure exactly what he did, but it sure pleased him. All her mind could do was wonder. Turning on the hot shower, she closed the bathroom door and stepped under the spray. The water felt good against her skin as the blood washed off leaving her clean. Grabbing the bar of soap, she cleansed herself.

After her shower, she walked into her room to see Lucien still sitting on her bed in just a towel. His eyes were glued to her
semi wet body as the steam from the bathroom surrounded her. She was gorgeous. Hair wet, eyes shining through him—he was taken aback. She was in nothing but a sheer white bra and panties set. Her nipples were hard against the material. There was no doubt that she was better than his dreams described. She was more than an angel. She was an Ebony Goddess. She was utterly perfect—aside from her personality.

“What are you still doing in here?! And undressed?!” she asked covering herself as best as she could as her cheeks heated from
embarrassment.

“Left my pants in the bathroom.”
He said truthfully.

She was actually surprised that he stuck around. Fearing that he’d bolt and bring Vulcan or Dezmon back to what she deemed to be her home. But to her surprise, he hadn’t.

“Get them and get out.” she barked, still trying to hide her very physique body. She was petite but built in all the right place.

Feminine yet firm.
Her abs were sexy to say the least. But enough about doting on her, he got up from the bed and walked toward her. There was a serious task at hand. He had to keep drilling that in his head because if he didn’t, Dante would have his head on a slab. He’d already lost time and didn’t actually know how much yet. He had to bring Dezmon back in one piece. Even if that meant kicking and screaming. Or bleeding if the case may be.

As Lucien shook the thought off
Athena stepped to the side, allowing him to walk into the bathroom. He grabbed his pants and she grimaced at the sight of them. They were filthy. Obviously wearing the wear and tear of the battle he’d had the night before.

“Got ‘
em” he said sarcastically waving them at her and she frowned.

“You are not wearing those.” She sneered disgusted.

“Look, I’m flattered and all but I’m not interested in walking around naked for you.” He said seriously.

He knew how easily she could be riled up and by the expression on her face he knew he’d definitely struck a nerve.
Inside he was laughing because he could see how uncomfortable she was. It was just so easy to yank her chain. The appalled expression on her face made it ten times as hilarious.

“Not like that you heathen.” She snapped.

Too bad he was gonna skip out on her the first chance he got. He doubted that she would care anyway. Why would someone as beautiful as her want to hang around a mutt of a demon like him? Yeah, yeah, he was thankful that she nursed him and gave him shelter while he was hurt, but he was sure she’d be glad to have the burden off of her shoulders.

“You're the one that wants my pants princess.” He said with a smug smile.

“You are such a revolting heathen!” she spewed.

There was that damn word again. He was gonna have to teach her some manners and some up to date insults for Hades sakes!

“That’s not what I meant.” She continued and on the inside he smiled.

He knew she hadn’t meant it in that way, but he just couldn’t resist the tiny jab at her.

“You can’t wear
those
.” She said sneering at his black pants.

Looking down at them he shrugged. He didn’t see anything wrong with them. Sure they were a little dirty and torn, but it
nothing new. She saw exactly what he saw and she knew by his passive look that he was use to more than a little wear and tear. He was after all a bit rugged on the outside himself.

“They’ll be fine
. They’re just a little ripped.” he replied seriously.

“You're not going out like that. Hand them over.” She said extending a hand to him.

Staring at her skeptically he pondered her actions and caved to his curiosity. Without saying a word he handed them to her. Staring at her for a moment, he went to protest but decided against it. Simply doing what she wanted seemed like a simpler solution, so he did. A moment later, he watched her closer as she closed her eyes. Not a moment too soon after, a violet light illuminated from the very palms of her hands. Furrowing a brow, his jaw dropped slightly as he watched in awe. He’d never seen such…power. He’d never seen anything like it.

But that planted the question of
who and what was this chick?!

I mean sure, he’d
seen dark power but never pure untainted power. It was admirable. Especially since he’d hated his origin. Whatever that was. His mom didn’t stick around long enough for him to figure out his foundation.

Lucien watched as the material changed and the tears mended themselves as if magical fingers were sewing them together.
Watching closely, he saw the tears weave back together as if nothing had ever happened to it. An instant later, the light faded and she opened her eyes.

Those beautiful violet eyes.

“Here you go.” She said handing them back and the pants were as good as new. They were even a shade lighter.

“Thanks.” He mustered after gathering his thoughts.

Turning to leave, he kept those thoughts to himself. But as soon as he got to her door, her angelic voice stopped him.

“After we’re both decent we will go for breakfast.”

“Breakfast?” he asked raising an eyebrow with his back still facing her.

He definitely wasn’t expecting that out of her. Could she possibly enjoy his quirky company? One could only hope. Not that he cared though, he constantly scolded himself.

“Yeah. You need to regain your strength so that you can answer all my questions.” She jabbed and his hope shattered with the sentence.

Opening his mouth to protest, he never got a chance to speak.
She’d beat him to the punch again.

“
You at least owe me that for saving your life.” She finished and that shut his mouth.

Instead of answering he stalked from the room and she watched as he disappeared. Give her answers? Yeah right. Not without a fight.
But on the other hand she had a point. Without her help it was likely that someone would have off’d him in his weakened state. There was no way he would’ve recovered as fast without her aid, if at all. He had questions he needed to ask her too. Like who was she, why she was after Dezmon, and who was
she
really working for?

He’d sort it all out later just as she had suggested. Right now he needed to find a way to distract
himself because all he could think about was the white lace bra and panty set she’d left on the bed for herself. He could envision her wearing nothing but them as he’d seen her do many times in his dreams. Grumbling, he wanted to knock some sense into his head. Knowing that he vowed to never let his lower desires run him there was nothing he could do because right now they were in the front seat inching toward the steering wheel. To be fair, he threw in the fact that she was literally his dream girl and he had just literally seen her soaking wet from a hot shower. He moaned in ecstasy as the thought of her being naked where he had been only moments earlier played through his mind. To know that she was where he’d fantasized about her…

If only we showered together.
He thought.

Shaking the stupid
idea off, he walked into the living room and slyly checked the space for any type of weapon he could use at his advantage. After seeing the damage Athena could do, he wasn’t about to be out witted by her. Sure she was tiny, but she damn sure could pack a punch. If he had the time, he would see just how good her combative skills were. Having their bodies tangled as they sweated together...

Damn it, there was another throb downstairs with that thought. He was gonna have to get his sexual urges in check while he was in her company.

A
fter locking her door, Athena dropped her towel and walked to her bed. Grabbing the lace panties, she slid them on then grabbed the bra. After putting it on, she grabbed her pink and black corset with her black leather pants and threw them on. Turning back to grab her towel, she saw her full length mirror was giving off a steady glow. She knew exactly what that meant and right now she wasn’t up for it, but she couldn’t ignore it either. Slowly stepping to the mirror, she sucked in a breath and stared into it.