Page 54 of Hell Fae Prince

Lucifer on top of me.

Kissing me.

Branding me with his hands.

I shivered, my body and mind fighting a battle I couldn’t quite define. I should hate this male, not crave him. He’d put me through literal Hell, bargained my life away in a deal with my father, and then tossed me aside the moment he considered me to be a threat.

I’d helped him with that portal.

He’d chosen fury over gratitude.

And he put me in that damn dress,I thought, trembling again.

Was it really that bad?another part of me questioned.

Yes! It was terrible. He’s a horrible fae. He should die for his sins.

My brow furrowed, that angry voice coming from a part of me that I didn’t quite recognize. Was I angry with him? Yes. Afraid of him? Also yes. But to want him to die…?

“You’re frowning,” Lucifer noted, his voice dropping a little. “Everyone is going to think I’m a bad leader now, hmm?”

I blinked. “Oh, I…” I had no idea what to say to that. I felt awkward. Oddly out of sorts. Conflicted about issuing retorts or… or… apologizing?

“It was a joke, Camillia.” His serious tone had me glancing up at him. I wasn’t sure when I’d even dropped my gaze, but I obviously had because I hadn’t been looking at him until now.

He studied me with his ocean-blue eyes, his expression giving nothing away.

All I could see was his chiseled cheekbones and square jaw, his impossibly handsome features making it difficult to focus on the details.

Hell Fae Rule #66: The Devil Is in the Details.

The random rule rolled through my thoughts, reminding me once more of my parents. They were the reason most of these rules existed.

Well, my dad specifically.

Yet that rule in particular was one my mom used to whisper to me.

Shaking my head, I cleared the unwanted memories away and focused on the Hell Fae King. “I didn’t realize you had a sense of humor.” Again, the quip tumbled out of me unbidden.

And again… the Hell Fae King chuckled. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, little temptress.”

I shivered again, the endearment rolling over me in a subtle caress, one I really didn’t want to experience. But those dreams were messing with my head.

As were Melek’s sensual words. Thank the fae that I’d been able to block him.

Of course, the damage was already done, the images of him tying me up for Lucifer a fantasy that haunted my dreams.

“What would you like to know?” Lucifer went on, drawing me back to our dance—one that was really more of a subtle sway of hips than anything else.

A sway that changed as the music evolved around us into something a little faster in pace.

My nipples beaded as our chests met, Lucifer’s proximity short-circuiting some part of my brain. But a chill from my necklace grounded me, awakening me to my current situation.

Because the sensation was one I’d experienced before—from Melek’s magic.

So he did bespell my outfit,I decided.Because of course he did.

“Camillia?” Lucifer prompted.