Owned by him

Lucifer's POV

And here I was going against everything I told myself again. Going against my rule of not coming close to her. Going against my principles and protocols. Women were nothing but sex tools and nothing more.

But here she was weaving me tightly into the perfect trap she has laid out for me.
A trap of deceit. A trap to lure me in. I pulled away from her looking at her innocent face. How can such an innocent face, a body so fragile, a mind so feeble be so dubious?
Dubious in ways to wrap me around her fingers. Maliciously pulling me in even when I did not want to be pulled in.

If I was a devil to her, then she was hell. My hell that I had to bear.
My hell I was trying to run away from but constantly failing. She was a temptress. Tempting me into pulling her closer whenever I decide to cast her away from me.
Why doesn't she leave me the hell alone?

She stared at me with those big bright blue eyes innocently but I knew better. I knew better than behind those innocent eyes was a woman who would do anything to ruin me if she had the chance. If she had the power. If she got over her phase. But I shall not allow that.
If she dares to betray me tomorrow just for the sake of her freedom, I swear on everything evil that I'll make her life miserable before sending her back to hell. Even if I would not be whole all through my years on earth, I'll deal with the suffering I inflicted on myself.

"I want to make one thing clear Ashlyn Ambrosia, you're mine in the sense that you're my slave and nothing more. The mate whatever thing the moon goddess as proposed, I opposed it a long time ago. You'll never be the complete part of me. You're never loved by me. Not in this life or the next." I said to her meaning to hurt her and when she looked away, I was satisfied I did, until she looked back at me with a defiant chin.
"I do not want to be loved by you Lucifer Saunron. You're not a man who knows how to love or know what love means. If ever you love someone, which I know you're incapable of, it will burn. Your love is hell ready to burn its victim in its cruel flames." She said and it hit me hard. Harder than whatever I've heard about me.

I wanted to hurt her but instead, she hurt me. Her words pierced right through the deepest part of my heart but I masked it, refusing to let her know her words got to me.
"You're right. I'm Lucifer and I'm not capable of loving anyone. I'm not a man to love a woman and treat her like a treasured possession. I see a woman as a tool. A prize to be conquered." I said to her. Her fixed gazed unbroken from mine.

"And there's no one on this planet earth who can change that corrupt mindset of yours. Forget about not lovin' anyone, you cannot even love yourself." She ran her tongue wildly at me and the camaraderie was broken.
It was the last straw of what I could take or tolerate from her.
I advanced towards her and she immediately backed away slowly, as her sudden courage dissipated and slowly turned to fear.


Ashlyn's POV

I struck a nerve and I knew it. Immediately his eyes turned dark, I knew I had crossed my boundary.
I and my sharp tongue, always getting me in trouble with no one else but him. I hissed mentally in my head.
He hated being challenged especially by a woman and all and all over again, I kept doing it not purposefully, he pushes me to do so.

As he loomed over me with his height and forbidden aura, I swallowed back in fear. I was in trouble and it was my big mouth that has landed me once again in the callous hands of Lucifer.
What would be my fate now? I just survived his cruel punishment of last night and now I was getting into another.
"How dare you say those words to me?" He asked with ferocious anger.
I could barely respond. All I wanted was to be not in the same room with this man. I needed to run away from his wrath and as I tried to, I immediately regretted the decision.

He caught hold of my wrist and flung me back and I fell back on the wall hitting my back and head hard on it.
My back ached. My head was spinning. My ears were ringing as I muffled my cry, shutting my eyes close.
"Did you not learn from your punishment last night?" He questioned. He was still standing close to me. "Are you yet to understand the consequences that come with defying me?" His voice thundered in my ears and heaved in fright unable to meet his glare. Afraid that just a look would swallow me whole.

He could strangle me at this point or stick his hand into my chest and pull out my heart.
I waited for the worst but it was not coming.
I opened my eyes and found him staring down at me and muttering curses and damnations. I could barely pick out a word he said. It was all mumbo jumbo.

He looked back at me and his eyes still glazed with anger.
"I'll spare you today. All because you're going to be of use to me tomorrow. But after tomorrow," he began, his voice clearly sounding a warning. "If you dare defy me or speak back to me, I'll make you sure for it." He said and I had no doubts he meant every single word he just uttered.
"And if by tomorrow," he said shaking a finger at me in anger. "When we get to Dunbar and you try to be sneaky just to get your freedom, I'll make life miserable for you before killing you with my own bare hands." He said and it was no threat neither was it a warning. It was an act he would carry out. He was true to his words.
"I was thinking of having you tonight," he said still glaring at me. "But I'm afraid you've ruined the passive hunger I have for you. I still want you to be able to walk properly when meeting the warlord king," he said entwining his finger with my hair.

What a sudden change of mood when it came to matters of the bedroom!
He let go of me. "Juliette and Meredith will fulfill your duty tonight." He said and I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach.
I screamed at myself mentally. How much more disgusting can you be Ash?! I'm totally ashamed of you right now!

I should be joyous that I will not share a bed with Lucifer tonight. I should be extremely glad that he was meeting his other mistresses but I was in a way not.
I was furious. Not at him but at myself. It should not be a matter to me that he was bedding his other whores. It should be a thing of gladness but here I was having mixed feelings that he was leaving me for those arrogant whores that I sometimes wonder where he picked them up from.

He walked away from me and stopped at the door. "I'll send Roselia to bring you outfits befitting the Lady of France. I want a good job in you acting your part." He said without a backward glance at me and with that, he walked away.
I did not realize I'd been holding my breath until I exhaled in relief.

I fell flat on the bed as his words echoed in my head. Why was I so bothered about it?
It was obvious from the start what I was to him. His wanton. His whore. His mistress. His slave and nothing more.
Despite being his mate, I'll never be anything to Lucifer except those things and he has sealed it. My fate was in his hands and he has sealed it tight.

It was like he controlled my life. He could breathe death or life into my body with his words and he was mostly breathing death into my life with his callous words.
I was owned by him. Not as a lover but as a wanton.
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