Page 78 of Her Personal Demons (The Seven Sinners of Hell's Kingdom 1)

Micah drops on all fours in front of Lucian and bows, touching his head to the floor. I watch in awe and fear, half expecting Lucian to try to break him with his fiery power.

“You may rise,” Lucian mutters, turning his attention to me. “Make no mistake, Raven. You have four more angels to go, and it won’t be easy. Hell’s army will test my brethren as much as they test you. Slip up once, and your soul is mine.”

Grabbing Micah by the shoulders, Lucian sets the two of them ablaze in hellfire. Kase steps up beside me and drapes his arm over my shoulders. I heave a few breaths, feeling the darkness of Hell coursing through me, messing with me on a soul-deep level. The ring of hellfire disappears with Lucian and Micah, and I hang my head.

“This is a good thing, pretty soul,” Dante says, coming to take his place at my other side. “We will no longer have Lucian breathing down our backs.”

I groan and scrub my hands over my cheeks. “Only all of Hell’s demons.”

Kase growls. “I hope you didn’t just insinuate that we’re incapable of handling a few pesky bottom feeders.”

I tilt my head up to meet his gaze. “I just don’t want to mess up. I can’t lose my soul to Lucian. I can’t.”

“You won’t,” Dante says, sandwiching me to Kase. “Your soul is ours.”

Kase pushes my hair behind my ear. “And we’ll never let it go.”

Epilogue

Angel-Kissed

RAVEN

“YOU BETTER WALK faster or I promise I won’t be able to control myself.” Dante’s footsteps pick up pace as he strides behind me. “Did Kase put you up to this? That’s my fucking favorite shade of red. The bastard got into my things.”

I tip my head back and laugh. “It was sitting on the dresser. You told me to dress up a bit, so you can’t hold it against me.”

Locking his fingers into my hair, he pulls me against his chest and restrains me. “I said doll up, not paint your mouth fuckable red. I can’t stand it. You need to take it off. No one but me should see you so sexy.”

“If you want it off, then take it off yourself,” I tease, daring him with my words. He’s been tense all morning since Kase called with a lead on the brethren. We’re supposed to meet with him at a restaurant downtown to discuss how to proceed.

Dante bends my neck to the side, extending his fangs with a click. “Don’t push me, pretty soul.”

I reach behind me and grab onto his cock through his dress pants. “What about pull?” Tugging down the zipper, I slide my hand into his pants, turning myself on in the process. He’s commando and so hard he throbs against my fingers. I want to give him whatever he desires.

Dante moans and flaps his wings, launching us into the air a few dozen feet before landing in an alley. Turning me around, he brushes his lips to mine, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth. I break away from him and press my finger to his mouth, stopping him from kissing me again. I rake my fingers down the front of my shirt as I lower myself to my knees, not even caring that gravel digs into my skin.

“You naughty soul. You’re going to make me mess up your lipstick,” Dante murmurs, tangling his fingers into my hair. He curls his wings around me, blocking me from the rest of the world. “Is that what you want?”

I smile to myself at his comment, knowing he wants me to play his games. “No, Dante. I want to keep my fuckable lipstick on for everyone to see.”

He growls under his breath and grabs my chin, tilting my head up to look at him. “The only way anyone will see those fuckable lips is if your lipstick is smeared across your face.”

I lick my lips and pull his cock from his pants completely. “If you smear my lipstick, I’m going to ride your face.”

Dante moans as I part my lips and slowly suck his tip into my mouth. A taste of cinnamon blooms across my tongue, and I squeeze my thighs together, incredibly turned on how he already drips in excitement for me. Heat sizzles across my skin, and I work my mouth over Dante’s cock, stretching my jaw to fit his girth in. The taste of him makes my mouth water, and he guides my head, taking over my movements.

“You’re so sexy, Raven,” he murmurs, rocking his cock into my mouth, taking control. “I can’t get enough of you.”

I hold onto his hips, humming in my throat as I breathe through my nose. He tests my gag-reflex—or really, lack there of—by gliding himself all the way in until I feel his tip in my throat. The spicy cinnamon flavor of his pre-cum trickles over my tongue. Tingles dance over my lips and work their way through the rest of me.

“Look at you, taking me all in. It feels so incredible. I want more of you. My pretty soul, so sexy and satisfying. I’m going to take good care of you. You’re not going to be able to walk right, but it’s okay. I’ll carry you and fuck you over and over until your pussy soaks me more than those pouty lips.” Dante moans and caresses my cheek, his eyes never wavering from mine. He murmurs my name and plays with my hair. I feel so incredibly sexy, loving how much he enjoys my mouth around him. “Are you going to swallow, my pretty soul? You know what happens if you do.”

My body already sings, just the taste of his pre-cum turning the world into a state of euphoria I’m not ready to let end.

I hum my agreement, tightening my lips and rolling my tongue, deep throating him hard and fast until he cums in my mouth, his release far more powerful than I expect, hitting the back of my throat. I automatically swallow and gasp, my tongue buzzing and his cinnamon-spice flavor making my eyes water a bit. I laugh and peer up at Dante, a smile stretching across my lips.

“Your turn, Raven, I can’t wait to find out how wet you are for me,” Dante says, guiding me to my feet and steadying me against the wall of the building so I don’t wobble.

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