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My ears rang, and spots dotted my vision before everything went dark.

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LUCIEN

As I sat on my throne in the middle of the dais in my unholy church, I rocked the foot resting on my knee. My index finger followed the same beat, tapping on the chair’s armrest. I stared through my mask’s tiny holes, watching Daiman shove the double doors open. Grace hung limply over his shoulder as he carried her. Her ass was next to Daiman’s face, his large hand holding her thigh to keep her steady.

“I expect her demon to come back out when she wakes up,” Daiman warned as he walked between the pews.

I flicked my painted black hand in the air, using my powers to slam the doors shut. Thunder rumbled right as lightning flashed through the stained-glass windows. The overhead lights blinked off, shrouding the room in darkness. Sighing, I lit the candles with one thought. Flames burst from them, rising several feet into the air.

Daiman stopped at the steps leading onto the stage, still holding the girl and waiting for my next move.

“Set her down,” I murmured and grabbed my chalice.

Daiman pulled the sleeping girl from his shoulder and gently laid her down on her back. I sipped my wine and stared at Grace. Her wet blonde hair fanned around her head, and her face turned to one side. A smirk curled on my lip when I noticed the bruise and blood on her temple.

“So, she put up a fight,” I said with amusement.

Daiman folded himself into the bench on the first pew, resting his arms on the back. “She was fucking ruthless, Loosh. My dick is still hard because of it.”

I raised an eyebrow and dropped my gaze to Grace. “Open your eyes, little sinner.”

When she didn’t open her eyes, I used the connection she and Daiman had to reach her in her unconscious state.

“Come to me and claim me,par. That’s what you wanted,” I commanded through their bond.

Daiman smirked. “Par, hmm? Look who’s catching feelings.”

I glared at him, then returned my gaze to Grace as she groaned. Her eyes fluttered open, and she turned her head toward Daiman.

“Wh-what happened?” she whispered to him.

Daiman jerked his chin toward me while he held her stare.

Grace turned her head, her moss-green eyes landing on me. She gasped and sat up, and her damp blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders.

“What’s going on?” she breathed.

I sipped my wine while keeping my gaze on her. Grace looked around, the candlelight reflecting in her wide, expressive eyes. She looked so innocent, like a little lost lamb in the den of hungry wolves.

“You don’t remember what happened?” I asked, knowing she did.

Grace turned back to me and got to her knees. Her thighs and hands trembled. Good. I wanted her to be nervous because what she and her inner demon wanted wasn’t like a picnic in a park. She wanted to dabble in some dark shit, like using a Ouija board and hoping a departed loved one would answer. She didn’t know that demons like me would answer her call, snatching her into the darkness for eternity.

I stood up from my chair and stalked toward her. My open robe flowed behind me and touched the ground. I didn’t miss Grace’s eyes darkening as she looked at me from head to toe.

“What’s going on?” Grace asked.

I went down the steps and stood before her, wearing a scowl she couldn’t see because of the mask covering my face, but she still shivered as if she could.

“I think you know, little sinner. But let me remind you.” I crouched so we were at eye level and rested my arms on my bent knees. Cocking my head, my eyes roved over her luscious body. “Your demon came out and visited little Samantha, laying claim on me.”

Grace sucked in a breath, her eyes widening. The pulse in her neck beat harder. Her fear cried to me like a mating call that demanded I take her. But this wasn’t me who was laying claim. It was up to Grace now. I was tired of fighting my attraction to the girl. Morality be damned.

I licked my lips, and Grace dropped her gaze to my mouth, her pupils dilating.

“I know you enjoyed what you saw the other day while I fucked Samantha.” Fingering a tendril of Grace’s damp hair, I smirked as she shuddered, a small moan slipping from her at the briefest touch. I wondered how she’d sound while I fucked her tight pussy. “I also know you wished I’d been balls deep in you. When you stood there watching, I smelled how wet you got and felt the flare of jealousy in your beautiful green eyes. Now is your chance, little succubus. Your demon has already defended my so-called honor. Are you willing to do the same?”

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