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Raise a Little Hell
Cathryn Fox
MILLS & BOON
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Gifted with a sixth sense, Nicole James has always felt different and alone in the world. She has no idea what her abilities really mean—until she experiences Lucifer’s erotic charm when he tries to claim her.
But Nicole has a protector in Paranormal Task Force Officer Connor McClain. From the moment he sees Nicole, he craves her in a way no mere mortal could understand. And Connor has a plan to break Lucifer’s hold over Nicole: by seducing her and putting her under his own sensual spell…
Chapter One
Amber eyes glowing with rage, Lucifer lunged from his stone throne and threw back his mutilated horned head. With his nostrils flaring, he spanned his long arms and unfurled razor-sharp claws. A low tortured moan rose from the depths of his throat as fiery flames shot from his fingertips and licked over the charcoaled walls. Dry blistering heat whirled around the room, the energy feeding the red-hot coals in the dilapidated fire pit embedded in the floor before him. Waves of heat leaped upward from the deep rock crater as chunks of aged and pitted stone collapsed under his angered assault, a few fragments splintering to the blackened floor.
Kneeling at his feet, Lucifer’s female playthings squirreled backward, veiling their naked bodies from the bright orange glimmer emanating from the hot stone hearth. As they camouflaged themselves in the darkened corners, frightened by his sudden outburst, his anger exploded like a round of shrapnel and he spun around to flick his henchmen a glance.
Useless.
The entire lot of them.
Totally. Fucking. Useless.
Lucifer drew a breath, pulling the aromatic scent of rich sulphur residue into his lungs, letting the bouquet pet and soothe his volatile temper in a bid to relax himself. He needed to think with logic, not emotion, when calculating his next course of action.
Honestly, did Cage and Brand—his mutinous henchmen—really think there’d be no price to pay for escaping purgatory and betraying their master?
Restless and edgy, Lucifer angled his horned head and stroked his corneous protrusions. He began to pace. The sound of his hooves clattering on hell’s rocky surface was the only audible noise in his unusually quiet lair.
As he considered the unexpected situation he’d found himself in, his mind raced, searching for a solution, coming up with only one. One that brought on a fierce shiver. He fought it off and bit down another burst of fury as it rose from his darkened core.
Making his way to the long jagged opening in his rock wall, Lucifer ran one razorlike claw over the blazing hot stones and cursed himself for his temporary lack of good judgment. He should have known better than to trust Cage, or even Brand, with the simplest of tasks. All Cage had to do was “guide” Jadyn until she submitted to Lucifer. Then she’d be under Lucifer’s command for an eternity. But oh no, Cage had to go and fall in love with her, and it was that love that tore them from Lucifer’s grasp and landed them both on earth. And Brand, well, in Lucifer’s bid for revenge, all Brand had to do was sleep with Cage and Jadyn’s daughter, Kaylea, and mark her soul for hell. But he couldn’t pull off even such a menial task. And after creating a child with Kaylea, he, too, had cemented himself a place on earth, out of Lucifer’s reach.
Fuck, he never should have given his servants such latitude, trusting them to follow through with his plans. Hadn’t he learned long ago that if he wanted the job done, and done right, he had to do it himself?
But that meant traveling to earth. Lucifer shivered just thinking about stepping foot on such a vile, place—a vile mortal place where his powers were limited and after a mere forty-eight hours his body would weaken and materialize back in hell, giving him little time to hunt, torture and mark those who’d proved most disloyal to him. Him. Their master.
Of all the fucking nerve…
But if he wanted to reclaim Cage and Brand, and make them pay for their treachery, he had no choice but to travel to earth himself. After all, he couldn’t for one second let his other henchmen think such insubordination went without punishment. Brutal punishment. Consequences would be paid, and the payment would be most costly.
Lucifer balled his hands. As his sickle-like claws bit into his palm, the pain brought little to no comfort as his mind whirled. The souls of Cage and Brand belonged to him, dammit, and he sure as hell planned on reclaiming them, along with the women who stole them from his clutches.
But how?
Lucifer peered into the guarded portal embedded in his wall, a portal that carried marked souls from one realm to the other. He glimpsed a watery picture of Kaylea, a pure soul, along with her best friend, Nicole James, lunching at a curbside café called Halo. As he studied the image longer, there was something about Nicole that triggered a reaction inside him. A strange, excited tingle danced along his spiked horns, and renewed energy moved through his veins at lightning speed, prompting his dick into action.
Midnight poker-straight hair matching the color of his black soul framed deep green eyes that seemed far more speculative and aware than any mere mortal’s should. Intrigued to the point of distraction, he continued to study her.
Fuck, what he’d do to mark that little spitfire as his. He knew the only way to claim Nicole was by sleeping with her, since sleeping with the devil himself, or one of his henchmen, was a crime against her gods. It wasn’t as if he could go to earth and simply pull her through the door and keep her as one of his little playthings. Unfortunately, it didn’t work like that. He couldn’t open the guarded portal from their side. Not without a—
Pulling him from his musings, Nicole took a small sip of her coffee, jumped to her feet and reached for her jacket. As Lucifer watched her, taking note of her aura and the rapid spike in her vibrations, his thoughts went haywire.
“What the fuck—”
He faltered backward. His eyes widened and he braced his hands on the jagged portal in a bid to right himself. If he had a heart, it would have leaped from joy, because it just occurred to him that Nicole
