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Undeniably Hellbound (Spells That Bind Book 4)


  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Chapter 65

  Chapter 66

  Chapter 67

  Chapter 68

  Chapter 69

  Chapter 70

  Chapter 71

  Chapter 72

  Chapter 73

  Chapter 74

  Chapter 75

  Chapter 76

  Chapter 77

  Chapter 78

  Chapter 79

  Chapter 80

  Chapter 81

  Chapter 82

  Chapter 83

  Chapter 84

  Chapter 85

  Chapter 86

  Chapter 87

  Chapter 88

  Chapter 89

  Chapter 90

  Chapter 91

  Chapter 92

  Chapter 93

  Severed Ties Chapter 1

  Severed Ties Chapter 2

  Severed Ties Chapter 3

  Severed Ties Chapter 4

  Severed Ties Chapter 5

  Severed Ties Chapter 6

  Severed Ties Chapter 7

  Severed Ties Chapter 8

  Severed Ties Chapter 9

  UNDENIABLY

  HELLBOUND

  A Spells That Bind novel by

  Cassandra Lawson

  Copyright ©2017 Cassandra Lawson

  All Rights Reserved

  Cover designed by Bridgette O’Hare/Wit and Whimsy Cover Design

  Proofreading by Kendra’s Editing and Book Services

  This book is a work of fiction. All characters and events are creations of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental.

  The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of a copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement is investigated by federal law enforcement agencies and is punishable by up to five years in prison and a fine of $250,000.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Also by Cassandra Lawson

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Chapter 65

  Chapter 66

  Chapter 67

  Chapter 68

  Chapter 69

  Chapter 70

  Chapter 71

  Chapter 72

  Chapter 73

  Chapter 74

  Chapter 75

  Chapter 76

  Chapter 77

  Chapter 78

  Chapter 79

  Chapter 80

  Chapter 81

  Chapter 82

  Chapter 83

  Chapter 84

  Chapter 85

  Chapter 86

  Chapter 87

  Chapter 88

  Chapter 89

  Chapter 90

  Chapter 91

  Chapter 92

  Chapter 93

  Severed Ties

  Severed Ties Chapter 1

  Severed Ties Chapter 2

  Severed Ties Chapter 3

  Severed Ties Chapter 4

  Severed Ties Chapter 5

  Severed Ties Chapter 6

  Severed Ties Chapter 7

  Severed Ties Chapter 8

  Severed Ties Chapter 9

  Author’s Note

  About The Author

  Also by Cassandra Lawson

  Love Without Batteries Series

  Dirty at 30

  Naughty at 30

  Sultry at 30

  Moon Virus Series

  Raven’s Blood

  Embrace the Heat

  Seducing Death

  Shattered Restraint

  Impulsive Destiny

  Untamed Winter

  Psy-Vamp Series

  Vampires and Vixens

  Safe Hex With a Vampire

  Vampires Prefer Blondes

  The Vampire Will See You Now

  Wanton with a Vampire

  Vampire in Geek’s Clothing

  Wicked Crazy Vampire Love

  Reckless Release Series

  Rocking Standby

  Spells That Bind Series

  Sinfully Spellbound

  Shamelessly Spellbound

  Seductively Spellbound

  Acknowledgments

  An important in my writing process, is the beta reading phase. This is where three brilli
ant women give me their input. Sometimes, their input is downright brutal, and I truly love them all for it. Thank you, Kari, Levenia, and Ria for your time and support. I couldn’t do this without you.

  Chapter 1

  Lucifer

  My sigh echoed through the room. The only other sound was from the succubus sucking my dick. She knew what she was doing, like most succubi, but I couldn’t get into it. I was bored while getting a blow job. That said a lot about the sad state of my existence.

  “This isn’t going to work,” I finally told her, earning me a glare from the daring sex demon at my feet. I suspected she was braver than your average succubus. With the mood I’d been in lately, few dared to cross my threshold. She was an attractive demon with a lot of spirit, so I’d allowed her to stay and try to coax a response out of me. It had been a long time since I’d had any genuine interest in a succubus, not since shortly after my daughter’s birth. Still, with golden hair and amber eyes, she’d stirred my lust. That hadn’t lasted long.

  “Don’t feel bad,” she began. “It happens to every guy sometimes.”

  I amended my opinion of her. The demon wasn’t daring; she was stupid. When I said nothing, she got to her feet and shifted uncomfortably.

  “Sorry,” she mumbled.

  I wasn’t certain if she was apologizing for having insulted my manhood, or if she had suddenly decided to blame herself for my lack of interest.

  “Thank you for stopping by.” I sounded bored, but I couldn’t help it. I was bored, and I wasn’t in the mood to entertain.

  After the little demon slunk out of the room, I shouted, “Rainer!”

  As expected, my right-hand man stalked into the room. My boredom faded when I saw the irritation on his face. He was one of the few who stood up to me. In most, I found that trait intolerable. With Rainer, I valued his willingness to speak his mind and tell me when he thought I was wrong. He was more than my right-hand man; he was my friend. I’d known him since his birth. Rainer and his brother, Xavier, had always fascinated me. The sons of a fallen angel and a witch, I’d expected them to be powerful demons. Both were fallen angels—a rare outcome for such a pairing. When fallen angels intermingled with other species, they generally produced demon offspring—powerful demon offspring, but still demons. I’d been involved in Rainer and Xavier’s training, mostly out of curiosity. I’d wanted to see what they would become. Somewhere along the way, they’d become my friends.

  “Muffy didn’t last long,” Rainer remarked casually. My friend had tried turning the demon away at the door, so my sending her away so soon likely amused him.

  “Is that her name?” I asked as I poured myself a drink.

  Rainer raised an eyebrow at my question. “You might have an easier time finding a woman to date if you remembered their names.”

  “We both know I wasn’t planning to date her,” I said before taking a sip of my whisky. It burned all the way down, just the way I liked it. I needed a drink after hearing the it happens to all guys line from a succubus. “What is wrong with me, Rainer?” I asked as I collapsed onto the leather sofa in my den. My head dropped back, and my eyes closed.

  “Do you really want me to answer that question?” he asked.

  “No,” I replied with a chuckle. “You’re far too brutal. Women love bad boys. I’m Lucifer—the ultimate bad boy. I shouldn’t have any trouble finding a date.”

  “You need to get out of Hell to find someone,” was his response. This wasn’t the first time he’d made that suggestion.

  “That hasn’t done me much good in the past,” I argued. Having given up hope of finding a nice demon or fallen angel, I’d tried dating other preternatural beings with no success.

  “There’s a witch club where you might have some luck,” Rainer suggested. My expression must have conveyed how skeptical I was. Witches were elitists by nature. While there were some who intermingled with those from the demon realm, like Rainer’s father, it wasn’t common. Witches might have a fling with a fallen angel, but few would consider anything more. “Other preternatural creatures frequent the club. The witch who runs it has a powerful dampening spell on the place. If I had to guess, I’d say there are several overlapping spells. No one can use any magic in the club. You’d be less conspicuous there.”

  “It still seems unlikely I’ll go unrecognized,” I pointed out. While most humans could walk past me without giving me more than a passing glance, few in the preternatural community would mistake me for anyone else. “I suppose I could dress down.”

  “That would make you less noticeable,” Rainer agreed.

  I occasionally dressed in casual attire when I was in the demon realm. I currently had on jeans and a black t-shirt. When traveling to the human realm, I always wore expensive suits. It was all about image.

  “Even if you don’t find a woman who doesn’t recognize you, you should get out,” Rainer insisted. “Lately, you’ve been spending too much time in Hell.”

  “It’s not as if I can go on an extended vacation to get away from it all,” I reminded him.

  “True, but it would do you some good to get away for a few hours from time to time,” he insisted.

  I let out a tired sigh and set my drink on the end table so I could rub the back of my neck. “Is it me, or do things seem worse recently?”

  In the last month, I’d dealt with four demon riots in the prison sector. I wasn’t sure what had changed to cause these recent disruptions. Most prisoners had been there for centuries, and they were resigned to their fate. These weren’t demons who could be rehabilitated. They weren’t going to be released from prison. The most they could hope for was a transfer to a nicer prison. Occasionally, a group of demons tried to escape, or started a riot, but not often. Fear of punishment kept them from being too big a problem. Four riots in a month was unprecedented.

  “It’s not you,” Rainer replied. “I’m worried there may be something big being planned.”

  “Something needs to be done,” I stated.

  “But not tonight,” Rainer added. “Let’s go out. You need it. Hell, I need it.”

  I nodded and stood. “You’re right. Who knows? This may even be my lucky night.”

  “You could meet the perfect woman tonight,” Rainer added, even though neither of us believed that.

  Chapter 2

  Beatrice

  “I can’t believe you talked me into this,” I grumbled as I sipped my drink. It was some fruity concoction Persephone had picked out for me—a bright pink drink with glitter in it. The bartender hadn’t been amused when I’d asked how many unicorns they’d had to grind up to make the drink. “This is not my kind of place.”

  “We both need this adventure,” Persephone insisted as she looked around The Cauldron. I’d heard of the club, but I’d never been before tonight. Other than Persephone, I didn’t have any close friends. I was an outcast—a shapeshifting witch. My kind is considered the lowest of witches. That didn’t matter to Persephone, whose witch parents had kept her isolated from other witches growing up. She knew I was lower than her on the hierarchy, but she didn’t care. Persephone had decided upon meeting me that we would be best friends. Since we now shared an apartment, it seemed she was right.

  We were nothing alike. With her red hair and green eyes, Persephone looked sweet and innocent. I had black hair and unnaturally green eyes. My eye color added to the belief some witches held about shapeshifting witches being part demon. Our differences went beyond appearance. While Persephone was excited about exploring the world, I was jaded about most things.

  “What kind of adventure are we going to have?” I asked my friend. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that her energy rubbed off on me at times. When she’d asked me to go to the club with her, I’d initially refused. Then, she’d started talking about how exciting it would be to have a night out.

  “We should meet two handsome warlocks and dance the night away,” Persephone suggested.

  I laughed at her zeal. “The whole night?”
I asked. “Maybe we should start out slow and dance once or twice.”

  “The whole night,” she insisted. “Then we can have torrid affairs with our handsome warlocks.”

  “Why warlocks?” I asked with a grin. “How about a torrid affair with a sex demon?” If I was going to have an affair, a sex demon seemed like a better choice.

  Persephone giggled. “My mother would lose her mind. She’s already beyond shocked that I’m working for a succubus.”

  Persephone’s parents were extremely overprotective. Surprisingly, her parents had no issues with shapeshifting witches, and they’d even told her they were happy she was living with me.

  A man approached us, his eyes on Persephone. I didn’t blame him. She looked great in her short red dress. He smiled and tried to make eye contact with her, but my friend was looking at her empty drink, oblivious to the attention. “I should get another one of these,” she announced.

  “Can I buy you a drink?” the guy asked Persephone. With blond hair, blue eyes, and dimples, he was attractive, in a clean-cut, boy-next-door kind of way—exactly the type of guy I pictured my friend dating.

  “I can order another one when our waitress comes by the table again,” Persephone replied with a bright smile. “That is very sweet of you to offer.”

  “She likes to dance,” I told her suitor.

  “I really do,” Persephone agreed with a wistful smile.

  “Would you like to dance with me?” he asked her.

  She looked like she was about to say no, probably worried about leaving me on my own. My friend still didn’t believe me when I told her I didn’t mind being on my own. “She’d love to,” I answered. As my grinning friend was led to the dance floor, I couldn’t hold back my own smile. Persephone definitely deserved an adventure—maybe nothing as exciting as a torrid affair, but she could dance the night away.

  My eyes scanned the room and landed on the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. He was tall, at least a foot taller than me. His long brown hair was pulled back from a face that was a work of art with full lips and sculpted cheekbones. A neatly trimmed beard covered his chin. I was getting turned on from simply looking at the man. That never happened. I wasn’t the type to react this strongly to a man.

  Before I could look away, his gaze moved in my direction and locked with mine. I found it impossible to look away. Reaching out blindly, I grabbed my drink and brought it to my lips just to give myself something to do. His full lips lifted, and his grin had me fighting the urge to squirm in my seat. Seriously, who was this guy, and why was I reacting this way to him?

 
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