The sound of London hums busily beyond the high wall of the graveyard, but it doesn’t alter the tranquil silence. Head bowed, the warmth of the August sun beats down on my bare shoulders. This place is peace. Perfect.

Somewhere I can reflect. I’m glad Gabriel suggested it. After everything that’s happened I still haven’t been able to forgive him completely. Not after what he did to Nathan. Yet, in my heart, I know Markaz would’ve found another way to destroy my brother. We had been in his sights before we were born. Innocent pawns in a game started before any of us were aware.

It’s comforting to know Nathan’s soul has found its way to Heaven. Free of being trapped. Free of pain. At least my Grandfather was able to assure me of that. Looking down at the headstone, I finally find the words to speak.

“I’m sorry I failed you, big brother. If I’d had an inkling at what was happening inside your head for all those years I would’ve found a way to save you.” My voice catches with emotion I no longer hide. “I wish things could’ve been different. I guess I’m not the hero I always hoped you’d see me as.”

Maybe I’ve always been a villain instead. Closing my eyes, I breathe in the scent of the flowers left beautifully arranged beneath the white marble slab. Everything’s changed. In a handful of days my life has been once more altered dramatically.

In the blink of an eye I have become the Queen of Hell. A woman who everyone fears. I’ve finally found where I truly belong. Everything was leading me to this. I can see that now.

I’m a mother to a little girl I’ve only just begun getting to know. Snatch and Leo are still a part of my life even though they still work for Gabriel in Cease Fire. In charge of a team that includes those red headed witches I encountered he keeps them busy. There isn’t a day that goes by that they don’t check in. We still get drunk once a month and reminisce about Caesar. He’s missed, but will never be forgotten.

Cassandra, the half-sister I never knew I had, has been quiet and subdued since the day I saved her from being raped. Gone is the confident girl that had started to emerge. Her visions have worsened. Plaguing her so much she’s resorted to self-harm. It’s a problem I can’t help worrying over not knowing what the future holds for her. I only wish I could find a way to help.

My world is full even though I have also lost. It’s bitter sweet.

“It’s almost time to go, my Flower.”

Looking up into the handsome face of the Devil, I smile. Two months together and I have never once doubted my choice. Beneath the expensive material of his tailored suit my initials are carved over his heart. A promise and a reminder that if he toys with me again, as he has in the past, I will have no problem removing the organ permanently.

“Are they here?”

He’s been silent while letting me grieve. Knows I need it before I can move on. Where ever I go now he’s never far behind.

“Not yet, but close. We need to be gone before Gabriel finds us.”

The love in his eyes is intense. He may not say the words often, but I see them in his actions. He’s risked everything to find me again. Bring me back. Our relationship will always be tempestuous and filled with fire. I love him even more for it.

Lucifer’s shadows rise around us heeding their master’s silent command. One moment I’m standing by gravestones, the next we’re beneath the cooler shade of a tree farther away from the church. Hands taking my hips, he lifts me off my feet with an ease that should be terrifying, but it only turns me on. It’s heady and intoxicating knowing the powers he wields. The lives he has taken. How he’d kill for me in an instant if I requested it.

I’d torture, maim, and murder for him too. Raise hell and enjoy every single second of it with the blood of our enemies painting my hands. With trouble knocking on our door, one way or another, I’ll never get bored.

The coolness of a stone tomb sends goose bumps over my skin as I’m gently perched on top of it. I shiver as his lips search my shoulder, neck, exploring to my mouth.

Caressing up my legs, he brushes the material of the black dress out of the way. As he delves past my inner thighs, I hitch in a breath.

“You’re not wearing any panties.” His tone is purely sensual as he finds my wet heat. “Devious woman.”

“I thought we were leaving?”

“We have time for this.” He’s so arrogant. Yet, he knows he can’t always get what he wants when it comes to me. I’m not as predictable as he first imagined. I’ll flip everything he plans on its head just for the fun of it.

Our mouths fuse, bringing with it hellfire racing between us. Whimpering into his mouth as the kiss turns savage, I shudder with delight. Buttons ping free as I rip open his shirt. Warm, muscled flesh meets my searching fingers. Finding the raised scars, I trace the initials with my fingertips. He’ll wear my mark forever. Digging my nails deep, I keep the pressure up until he hisses against my lips.

“Just a reminder, darling, of who you belong to.” I whisper, nipping his bottom lip between my teeth, giving it a sharp tug.

His answering growl vibrating through me has heat pooling between my legs. When he reaches for his zipper, I stop him.

“Wait. I have a better idea.”

Gaze locked on his, I hop off the stone and sink to my knees. I can’t hide my hungry wanton expression. I’m greedy when it comes to him. Unbuckling his belt, I tug the zipper down. A pair of black crisp underpants come into view. The unmistakable outline of his huge cock is clear against the material. Mouth watering in anticipation, I can’t wait to have a taste. Fingers hooked in the waist band of both materials, I drag the garments down to his thighs.

The fact anyone can see us doesn’t bother me. It just serves in turning me on further. There’s nothing hotter than when we have an audience and I know we both enjoy it. We’ve done it in public more than once now and having lustful eyes on us makes me want it even more.

His glorious cock springs free, hard and waiting. “On your knees before me at last,” Lucifer purrs, smug and arrogant.

Wrapping my fist around his shaft, I stroke his length. Moaning, his hips push forward, pressing more insistently into my palm. It twitches in my grip, swelling larger.

“Don’t get used to it.” I tell him with a haughty raise of an eyebrow.

I enjoy having him on his knees face buried in my pussy just as much as he loves me taking his cock like this. Swirling my tongue over the rim, I taste the bead of pre-cum at the end. Caressing, fondling, I work the length of him, lavishing attention along his shaft, licking him from tip to root.

“Fuck yes.” It’s a hiss as he bucks forward.

With a long, wet swipe down, I nuzzle a ball sack before sucking it into my mouth. Letting out a harsh breath, Lucifer fists my hair, a silent command to continue. Hand pumping his cock, I roll the ball with my tongue before releasing it with a pop. Giving the other one the same loving courtesy, his excitement builds.

Rocking his hips forward, his moans get louder. Teasing him, I string it out with soft torturous touches. I know just how to drive him nuts. Welcoming him into the warm wet cavern of my mouth, his shaft throbs in reaction. I moan, the sound vibrating around the meaty flesh.

“You look stunning with my cock in your mouth.” Eyes dark with desire, his stare is fixed on mine.

His praise makes me want to please him more, but the need to toy with him is stronger. Pulling back, I tease him. Closing my lips around the crown, I flick it over and over. Grunting, his grip in my hair tightens at the same time I slick my hand up and down his base.

“Either start sucking like the slut you are or I’ll start fucking that beautiful face.”

I know he can feel and see my lips stretch wide in a wicked grin. He may be the Devil, but he’s not the only one who enjoys playing games. Over and over, I bring him to the brink, only to draw him back.

Cursing, his hands move to cruelly clutch my cheeks, holding me in place and I know his patience has finally snapped. Thrusting, he jams his dick as far down my throat as it will go. Hips working in a rhythm, he pumps in and out of my mouth, breathy grunts and moans growing louder. As he rides my face every thrust sends pleasurable jolts down to my pussy.

It doesn’t last long. Throwing back his head, he comes hard.

Cum fills my mouth in long leisurely blasts. Swallowing it down, I don’t stop until I have devoured every last drop. His love-making has become more sadistic when it suits him, but I wouldn’t want him any other way. I’m addicted to what only he can give me. Maybe I’m more of a masochist than I realised.

Rocking back on my heels, I swipe some of the salty liquid from the corner of my mouth away with my thumb. Body on a slow thrum of arousal, I know when he fucks me at home he’ll have me screaming his name over and over.

“I want to see Lucinda and Rosella pleasure you with their hands and mouths while I watch.” He tells me, tucking away his spent cock.

At the mention of his whores I inch away. “I know you haven’t slept with the sluts since we’ve been together, but that still doesn’t mean I like them sniffing around you like bitches in heat.”

A smirk flits across his sexy lips, eyes half-mast with a dangerous light I know so well. “Let’s make a bargain. If you grant me this fantasy, I’ll let you kill the one who displeases you the most.” Offering me his hands, he helps me up off my knees.

“You say such romantic things,” I reply coyly back. There’s no denying the intimacy we share even if its sick and twisted.

He gives me a bow. “I aim to please, my Flower.”

“All right. I agree to your terms.”

I’m free to be who I am. He doesn’t try to curb my needs and urges. In fact, he encourages them uninhibitedly. The Devil is aware of every one of my vast, dark desires.

“You two lovebirds done fucking yet?” Raziel asks, voice laced with irritation, observing us from the gravel path. “I really don’t need a bunch of high and mighty angels breathing down my neck. And baby Juliana is due her next feed.”

The small bundle in his arms chooses that moment to fuss loudly. Tiny fingers clinging to his hand she lets out a hungry wail. Sympathy and worry take over. Without any need to think, my legs move and I don’t stop until I’m beside them.

“Hey, hey, sweetheart, it’s ok. We’re going to get you some nice milk and then we’ll have a cuddle.” I croon softly, taking her from his arms.

Quietening down, she stares up at me with eyes just as emerald as her father’s. I can’t imagine life without her now. She’s become my whole world. All of them have.

We’re a family. Not a conventional one, but the Devil and his Queen protect their own. If that means bloodshed and taking lives, then we welcome the challenge with relish.

Rocking Juliana, I sigh. “I know Gabriel’s a little over protective.”

“Obsessed is more like it. Why do you need angelic bodyguards when you have us to protect you?”

Protective arms encircle my waist, bringing me into the heat of a masculine frame. “The agreement was both sides would have warriors to protect my Queen and daughter as part of the new peace treaty.” Lucifer reminds his second in command.

“Who would’ve thought she would bring Heaven and Hell closer together?” Downy soft, I lovingly caress my baby’s cheek.

“If she’s anything like you, Mavi, I don’t have any doubts that she will be anything other than exceptional.” There’s a gleam in his devilish eyes. “Let’s go home. I want you all to myself after she’s been fed and put down for a nap.”

Raziel huffs, brawny arms folded over his chest while he scans the graveyard for signs of trouble. “The way you two fuck you’ll have another babe in her again before she can blink.”

From the smirk on his lips, I can see that’s Lucifer’s plan.

“You will always be my Flower in the darkness. My Heaven and my Hell. Happiness and torment. The only creature who has ever been able to bring the Devil to his knees, my beautiful deadly Queen, and make him enjoy every fucking second of it.”

“I love you too.” Cupping his cheek with a free hand, I guide his mouth down for a passionate kiss.

This male holds my heart. He loves me like the King he is and fucks me like a savage. They call him a monster. Weaver of lies. The great deceiver. Yet the Devil himself has wept for me. Fought for me. Taken me in his dark embrace.

He’s my salvation.

My love.

Together, we’re a symphony of pleasure and pain that will never end.