*Book one in the Hell's Company series* Lucifer was the brightest angel in Heaven, But in service of God, he was condemned to darkness. After thousands of years, the darkness took root inside him. ~ Ammi is a flame no one can extinguish Forged from God's holy fire to combat his darkness. A gift made for Lucifer. ~ He clucked his tongue disparagingly, shaking his head, "Tell me your full name." I groaned, running a hand down my face. "Fine. But I'm not explaining it to you." His face told me that I would if he wanted me to, but I soldiered on. "My full first name is Amirykal. Happy?" I muttered. His reaction took me completely by surprise. He blinked slowly at first, processing, then his face split into a wide grin and he threw back his head and laughed uproariously. I was hit with a wave of arousal at the sound of it-it was rumbling and husky, heating me up at the core. "What's so funny?" I grumbled, sure he was laughing at my expense. He looked down, that gorgeous grin still on his chiseled face, showcasing his lovely white teeth. "Oh, Kitten. Your name, Amirykal, do you know its meaning?" He asked, his voice sensual and erotic as he spoke my name. "No-I was found with that name." I answered struggling to keep my voice even as he slowly approached, like a predator would his prey. "Well, Love, I'll tell you. Amirykal means 'gift', or, more exactly, 'a gift from God'." He purred as he got closer and closer, so there was barely a foot between us. "And why is that funny?" I had a very hard time focusing on the conversation at hand with him at this proximity, using that lovely tone. "Because, Amirykal, I am Lucifer. And God made you to be mine." *HIGHEST RANKS*: #1 in Paranormal #2 in Supernatural #7 in Werewolf* *Takes many liberties on Biblical stories and has graphic violence and adult content. Please do not read if such things offend you.*

❝ Wrap your tongue around my cock la mia bellezza. Feel me, & enjoy the rhapsodies you are creating.❞ 𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘭, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 & 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘵. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ©𝐕𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎

He ground his hips onto her core and tightened his grip both on her neck and her thigh. "They're not going to find out. Like how no one's going to find out about us. Are they?" He growled into her ear. Courtney rubbed the hand that was around her neck and the grip softened. She leaned up to place a slow kiss on his jaw, "Of course not." ••• This story takes place exactly where you think. The crème de la crème of adolescents. The Big Six were known by everyone, but even they had their deep, dark secrets that they would do anything to keep from breaching the surface. It would ruin them. Ruin. Those secrets can't fall into the wrong hands, especially if those hands belong to Courtney Jackson. A sly and conniving bitch. ***NOT EDITED***