by Sweet, Izzy
What does he mean to do to me? What does he think I need?
I should have just kept my big mouth shut. Tonight, my stupid is really showing.
We pass through an open doorway and the light dims, the music softens. He leads me down a long, red-carpeted hallway.
There are a few open doorways, the only door being at the end. A bouncer is standing up against the wall ahead of us. His beefy arms are crossed in front of his chest and he has a bored expression on his face.
I can hear moans, giggles, and the sound of flesh slapping.
The bouncer glances towards us and nods at Lucifer. “Evening, boss.”
Lucifer smiles easily and comes to a stop, pausing in front of the doorway. “Good evening, Bruce. How’s it going?”
The three of us turn our attention to the open room. I get an eyeful of a saggy ass thrusting into a moaning Cherry and immediately turn away.
Fuck, I really wish I didn’t just see that.
Bruce shrugs his shoulders. “It’s going.”
Lucifer chuckles and gives him a slap on the shoulder. “Alright. I’ll be in my office. Don’t let anyone disturb me unless it’s an emergency.”
Bruce nods and Lucifer is tugging me forward once more. I’m so anxious to get away from the scene I just glimpsed I almost run ahead of him.
Pushing the door at the end of the hallway open, Lucifer pushes me inside. Stumbling ahead, I nearly fall on my face as he slams the door behind me.
The loud click of the lock registers in my brain. I’d take in the room but it’s so dark I can’t see.
“Lucifer?” I ask, my voice trembling. He isn’t locking me in here, is he?
“Don’t worry, I’m right here, Lily,” he says from behind me.
There’s a pause and then the light flickers on.
Lucifer is standing in front of the door, his eyes bright as he stares at me.
I take a step back and look at my surroundings. There’s no window, no other doors or means of escape. Just a large mahogany desk, a few chairs, and a filing cabinet.
Shedding his coat and hanging it up on the rack beside him, he tells me to, “Remove your dress.”
I take a step back. “Why?”
Loosening the tie at his neck, he grins wickedly. “Because I told you to.”
He takes a step forward and I take another step back. I know there’s no possible way for me to escape but the way he’s looking at me, the pure hunger that’s openly displayed on his face, is frightening me.
I can’t tell if he wants to kill me or fuck me.
Or both.
“Because the sight of the other women has done nothing for me but left me wanting you…”
I shake my head and back myself up against his desk.
“Because we didn’t get to finish what we started in the car.”
He yanks his tie out of his collar and grips it in his fist as he strides forward, eating up the distance I created. “Because I can only spend so much time in your presence without fucking you before I start going mad with lust.”
Walking into me, he looms over me as I bend back. “Because I fucking told you to, Lily. Obey or face the fucking consequences.”
Tears sting my eyes as I struggle to reach behind myself and pull down the zipper that runs the length of my back. “Why are you doing this?” I ask.
Grabbing me, impatient, he spins me around and then shoves me forward until I’m bent over, my hands hitting his desk. “Because you need it.”
Yanking my zipper down, I feel the fabric of my dress spread and the cool air chills my skin. “Are you done with the fucking questions?”
He pulls my sleeves down my shoulders. “Well?” he snaps when I don’t answer him. Lifting each of my hands, he keeps me bent over as he slides my dress down my chest then over my hips and finally down my legs.
“Yes,” I answer, stiffening as he bends over me again.
His hardness brushes against my ass and I flinch away from him.
Grabbing me by the hips, he pulls me back, grinding me against his erection. “Feel what you do to me, Lily. You make me fucking weak.”
My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head and a pulsing throb awakens between my thighs.
I could argue that I’m the one that’s weak to him, unable to resist him no matter how angry I am. This blade cuts both ways, and we’re both victims to this thing between us.
He touches me and my body comes alive beneath his hands. Just the faint touch of his breath against my skin is enough to get my blood boiling. I’m starting to forget what life was like, what it felt like to exist before him.
For so long I was dead inside and when he touches me I’m resurrected.
His hands roam up, covering and squeezing my breasts. His breath is hot against my throat and I arch my neck as he growls. “You’re like a fucking drug. Your smell, your touch, your taste. I’m addicted. No other woman will do for me.”
Just the thought of him being with another woman, of remembering him laugh and be so easy with Cherry, causes my little green-eyed monster to rear its ugly head.
He’s broken me in ways I never thought I’d be broken. I shouldn’t crave his attention; I shouldn’t crave his affection. Yet I want it, I need it.
He’s infecting me with his sickness.
Reaching around my back, one hand unsnaps my bra while the other grabs my breast as it spills free. “I should hate you for what you’ve done to me. For the way you’ve trapped me. But I have this inexplicable need to protect you, to take care of you.”
His fingers stroke down my back and I bite my lip to muffle my cry as they slide into my panties. “You’ve become precious to me.”
His nails scratch down my mons and through what little hair down there I keep trimmed. “You can keep fighting me, Lily, but I’ll just keep fucking you until you love me.”
I will never love you, I think. He can take my body, he can elicit compliance from me, but he can’t force his way into my heart. I’ll harden it against this illness.
No matter how good this feels, no matter how much I fucking need him, I can’t let myself love him. It’s the one thing I have left that he can’t wrestle from me. My last bastion of resistance.
Falling in love with him would be like falling in love with death.
“Fucking hell, you’re already so wet for me,” he growls appreciatively as his fingers slide through me. “If I had the patience I’d eat your sweet little pussy.”
Grabbing me by the hips, he spins me around. I gasp as my world tilts and I lose my balance.
Steadying me, he looms over me, his face dark and full of menace. Straps sliding down my arms, he removes my bra and pushes me down.
As he bends me back, spreading me out on his desk, he lifts my hands above my head. The tie he removed from his neck is wound around my wrists and knotted.
Reaching down, he rips my panties down my legs and my stilettos fall off.
“Look at you,” he purrs, stepping back to admire me.
I curl my fingers and test the tightness of my restraint. It doesn’t give.
Panting heavily, I’m on the verge of hyperventilating, the edges of my vision wavering as he unsnaps his pants.
“Stay like that, just like that, Lily,” he purrs. “If you move, you’ll walk out of here without your dress.”
Stiff as a board, I lay on the hard, unforgiving desk. My heart pounding behind my ribs and my breasts rising and falling with my pants.
I watch him take his cock in his hand and feel a twinge deep inside as he pumps his fist slowly up and down his shaft.
His eyes scorch over my body, drinking me in. Stepping forward, I almost move. I almost open my legs wider for him.
“Such a good little kitten,” he purrs and his lips smirk down at me as the crown of his cock bumps against my entrance.
A flash of anger rises up in me and I narrow my eyes up at him.
He laughs.
Bending down, his fingers slip around my neck. Lift
ing my head off the desk, he says, “Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are when you’re angry?”
His lips smash against my lips as his cock thrusts inside me, spearing me mercilessly on his long shaft.
I’m already so wet, so swollen, there’s no resistance. All my little muscles relax around him, hugging him tight then gripping him. Pulling him in.
Groaning into my mouth, he rears back then slams himself deep again. He’s so big, so thick, I’m experiencing that raw feeling of satisfaction again.
Fucking hell, I needed this. I needed him inside me. I needed this connection.
I needed to be conquered by him.
“Feeling better already?” he asks as I relax beneath him.
Pushing up, his eyes lock on my eyes and I try to look away. He grabs my face and forces me to look at him.
With his gaze alone he’s stripping me of my layers, of all my little protections. He’s peering into the very depths of my soul as his hips roll against me in a deep, grinding rhythm.
My clit pulses, trapped. The pressure that was slowly building inside me swells and increases.
A low moan escaping my lips, he grins and begins to slam his cock into me harder. Faster.
Arching beneath him, my muscles tense up and my nails dig into the palms of my hands.
“Don’t ever ask to leave me again,” he snarls and slams into me so hard the desk creaks beneath us.
“The next time you ask I’ll chain you to our fucking bed.”
The pressure inside me just keeps building and building, threatening to burst from my skin.
“You belong with me. Your fucking home is wherever I am.”
The throbbing, the aching is so overwhelming as he pounds himself into me, I’m not sure how much more I can stand.
“I’ll never let you go. Never. They’ll have to pry you from my cold, dead hands,” he roars out and pounds into me as my body locks up, fighting through the tight clench of my sex.
All at once my climax hits me. The pressure that was building deep in my belly exploding in a white flash.
Warmth fills me, Lucifer grunts and growls above me. For one glorious moment we’re on the same plane, coexisting in this orgasmic madness.
Wave after wave of pleasure pulses through my limbs. I’m twitching, arching and straining against my bonds—his weight above me and the tie around my wrists.
He settles first, coming down on top of me with a sigh, spent.
While I’m still convulsing and twitching beneath him.
He holds me, stroking me through the last of my spasms until I go still, all the strength draining from my limbs.
When the last flutter settles and he’s sliding out of me, I open my eyes to find him staring down at me with an unreadable expression as he does up his pants.
Reaching above me, he pulls my arms down and silently unbinds my hands. Lifting my wrists to his lips, he kisses all the spots where the tie dug into my skin.
Straightening to his full height, he offers me a hand up then helps me step into my dress. Pushing my hands gently away, he pulls my dress up and then zips the zipper up my back. He treats me with such care, with such tenderness, I don’t know what to make of it.
I’m left reeling after everything that just happened.
My hair a wild, unruly mess, he extracts what’s left of my pins and then brushes it out with his fingers. I just stare at him in confusion. How can he be so intense and demanding one moment and so sweet the next?
Brushing my curls over my shoulders, he finally breaks the silence.
His voice raw and thick, he says, “Now you know what you mean to me. In the future, I trust you won’t forget it.”
19
Lucifer
Sitting beside Lily in the back of the car, I leave her to her thoughts.
She isn’t broken completely, yet.
She’s like a wild horse in some ways, just biding her time until she is able to get to freedom. She doesn’t understand, though, that she is too accustomed to the straps I have wrapped around her heart and mind. She needs that ray of hope that she will be free of me someday soon because to her I am the monster she must rebel against.
This isn’t right to her, this isn’t real for her. Silly girl.
Lily wants my collar, she needs it.
All of her life she has searched for something to fill that void left deep inside of her. She needs someone to take her as his, to give her meaning and definition, even if she doesn’t understand that herself.
Turning from the window, Lily looks at me as I stare at the curves and angles of her beautiful face. Her eyes are dark and full of uncertainty. “Why does everyone call you Lucifer?”
Shrugging my shoulders, I say, “I got the name when I was a teenager. It stuck.”
“What’s the story behind it, though? Why? The name surely is… crass and makes people afraid of you.”
“That’s why it sticks so well. I want them afraid.”
“So, man of mystery, how did you get the name?” she asks with a smirk.
“My stepsister first called me it when I was fourteen.”
“You have a sister?” she asks, looking almost confused.
“Yeah. Why do you seem shocked?”
“I just kind of figured you…Well, you would have eaten any competition.”
Laughing out loud, I smile at her. She has the rights to it, though. If my stepsister and I had been closer in age, I would have.
I reach across the seat to the buckle she has strapped across her chest. Pushing the button, I let it slide across her stomach. Reaching over, I pull her to my chest as I lean back against the door.
“You’re probably right about that. I would have if she wasn’t five years older than me. She was very fond of teasing me about being so serious about becoming my father’s heir.”
“You’re saying was.”
“She’s not dead if that’s what you’re wondering, just on another continent. After I took over I gave her enough money to live comfortably. She is and was a pain in the ass to deal with. Anyways, one day a man had scaled the wall of the villa we lived in. He wanted to break into the place since he thought nobody would be home, steal our things then leave. I caught him in the act.”
“What did you do?”
“I tortured him. I made him give up his entire life, from the first theft he ever committed to where his mother and sister lived.”
“Why? I mean, sure he was an idiot but why not call the police?”
“Because I wanted a message sent. I wanted the world to know if they wouldn’t fuck with my father, then they dare not fuck with me.”
My fingers are twined into Lily’s hands as I feel her stiffen up. She wanted to know though. She needs to know the man she belongs to, needs to understand that this is his life and by extension hers—though she will never need to fear anything but my wrath.
I will pull the reaper by the fucking throat if he ever dares fuck with her.
“The screams couldn’t be contained fully so by the time I finished him Meredith was there to cast judgment on me. She didn’t know what he had planned to do to our home or us, she only saw that I had hurt a man. Hurt a man who was begging for the life of his mother.”
Pulling away from, me she sits up fully. “So, she saw the devil, right?”
“Yeah, she actually called me that. She said, ‘You’re the fucking devil! You’re Lucifer.’ And it stuck. The guards first started calling me it, not unkindly. They saw that I was cut from the same cloth as my father, maybe more. Father took notice of it, especially after he learned of what I had done. I think he called me it out of some pride, maybe terror as well. He knew I was far more ruthless than he could ever be.”
Shuddering slightly, she allows me to pull her back to my chest. “You see, Lily, I was protecting my sister and myself. There is nothing in this world I won’t do to protect those I love and call my own. Nothing. You, Adam and Evie are mine. I will protect you all until the end of time.”
> * * *
Pulling up in front of the house, I step out of the car with Lily. Taking my coat off of myself, I wrap it around her. She may have a coat on but the wind has picked up in intensity. The freezing bite is hitting our skin even harder than when we left.
Wind whipping my suit jacket around me, I pull her to me as we reach the doors. Pulling her tight to my body, I press my mouth hard against her own as I push her up against the front door. My tongue dives into her mouth as I feel her wrap a leg tightly around me, her mound pushing hard against me.
Forcing myself away from her is like poisoning myself. Each moment away I feel the pain of being separated. I may own her, but she has claimed a part of me just as well.
“Goodnight Lily, I’ll be back late tonight. I have business to deal with before I can come to bed.”
“But…” she starts to protest. Shaking my head, I open the door and assist her in.
Stepping back out into the winter storm that has been brewing for the last few hours, I smile at her then turn back to the car. Getting into the warmth of the car, I shake off any of the humanity I showed to Lily.
“Andrew, take us towards the office.”
“Yes, sir.”
Pulling out my cell phone, I dial Simon. “What do we know?”
“I was getting ready to call you just now. Can you get to Marshall’s house? I have something I need to show you.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask him after I give Andrew our destination.
“No, I don’t think I do. You need to see this for yourself. We definitely have an issue.”
Swiping off the phone, I growl. Whatever happened at Marshall’s has Simon staying quiet which is never a good sign. More than likely he is keeping silent because he doesn’t want anything we have to say possibly being overheard with any kind of detection.
Fuck me, tonight’s going to be a long night.
* * *
Pulling up beside Simon’s car, he motions for me to follow. We’re not too close to Marshall’s house, about half a block down the street from him, but it’s not hard to see what has Simon’s attention as he leads me down to Thomas’ personal car. It’s a black, late model, BMW that he bought after the last one was totaled chasing down a guy who owed us a fuck ton of money.