“And what is it that you want me to do to your pussy, my naughty Kitten?”
Jesus Christ.
“He’s not here,” Lucifer grinned wickedly, his eyes flashing gold. While you’re in my restaurant, pressed against me, you shall make all your prayers out to the devil. Do you understand, Jessica?”
I was used to being defiant when it came to men and dating. I usually liked to be the one in control. But with Lucifer, I was clay in his hands. “I understand.”
“Very good.” He held up his fingers and wiggled them tauntingly in front of my face, smirking. “Now, what do you want these to do to you?”
“I want them to finger fuck me.” My entire body blazed with a hunger that burned away all inhibitions. “And make me come.”
“That’s going to be easy, seeing as you’re so turned on by your wicked imagination. You’ve been imagining me fucking you all night, haven’t you, Little Kitten? You get turned on by danger. It makes you forget the stress of your mortal burdens.”
He pressed close to me so that I was firmly pinned between the wall and his hard chest. The tip of his nose nuzzled the soft skin beneath my ear, his hot breath spilling over my goosebump-riddled skin as he growled, “And what’s more dangerous than spreading your thighs for the King of Hell?”
I bit back a moan as his teasing fingers danced over my thigh and dipped inside my panties to rub over my labia.
He’d barely gotten started, yet I could almost come just by the wide-eyed look on his face the second he figured out just how wet I was for him. His face was already the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen, but there was something so unbelievably erotic about that wild hunger carved into his roguish, crooked features that almost sent me toppling into euphoric oblivion.
“You’re absolutely dripping for me, Kitten. Put your arms around my neck. You’ll need to anchor yourself if I’m to finger you as hard as you’re imagining.”
I did as he said, looping my arms around his neck so that I was so close, I could feel his heartbeat fall in pace with mine. It made the moment feel more intimate than it was depraved, which was weird considering that I was about to let Satan finger fuck me.
His index finger sunk past my folds and began to rub my clit in slow, torturous circles. My knees wobbled beneath me, and I held onto him tighter. I didn’t want to come so fast because I didn’t want to give his smug ass the satisfaction after he teased me about how easy it would be to make me come. But he’d been right. As confusing as tonight was with ominous contracts, deals with devils, and hellish food that was strangely nostalgic, I couldn’t peel my thoughts away from him.
Everything about him, his heady scent of spice and testosterone, his penetrating gaze of gold and amber, his honey-sweet words and the velvety baritone of his voice, it was all so…invasive. He had crawled up inside me, and it was alarming how much I didn’t want it to end.
The thought of all this being over soon left me with a hollow sensation in my gut, a feeling of emptiness that Little-Miss-Reckless did not want to go back to.
As if gleaning my fears of inevitable emptiness, his fingers slipped inside me.
“Fuck,Lucifer.” His name on my lips came out like a swollen pant. There was that soft rumbling growl again, his hips pressing against mine so that I could feel his rock-hard erection against my thigh. My mouth went dry, and my legs went weak beneath me. I tightened my arms around him, clinging to him for dear life as his fingers began to pump into me, slow at first, steadily building up speed. With the way he positioned his hand, the butt of his palm rubbed against my clit as his fingers worked me into madness.
His fingers eased out of me just enough to softly pinch my clit between his thumb and forefinger, causing a sharp moan, something like a gasp tumbling from my lips. Then his mouth was on mine, consuming my mewls of delight.
No man had ever brought me to the pentacle of ecstasy so quickly, and fuck me, did he feel good. Good enough to sell my heart, my whole damn soul, if eternity in Hell was going to be as heavenly as this.
Most women probably didn’t imagine selling their souls over to the devil while they were coming. But I was a special kind of fucked up.
I still didn’t know exactly what would have happened if I’d signed that contract. I was still guessing that If I signed, I’d be handing something huge over to Lucifer. Like my soul. But it didn’t matter now. The deal was done. He’d agreed to help my dad without me signing anything. But still, the idea of selling anything to this devil was enough to shove me over the edge, my body coiling then shivering through waves of sinful pleasure.
I sagged against his chest, breaking our kiss so that I could gulp down air into my burning lungs.
Lucifer buried his head into the juncture of my neck and let out a dark chuckle. “You’re so damn beautiful. I can’t wait to watch you come done again and again until the end of time.”
My head was in a fog, still tingling from the after-effects of my orgasm. “W–what?”
He took a step back and held up his fingers, which glistened with my juices in the restaurant’s soft yellow light. “You know why that contract had nothing to do with your soul?”
I blinked at him, my lashes fluttering from my daze. “Why?”
He took his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean, grinning maniacally around them. “Because I already own your soul…Lilith.”
The pleasant tingles in my head instantly chilled and sank straight to my gut, filling me with ice. The fantasy he was insistent on keeping up over me being some mate of his from the past wasn’t fun anymore.
“That’s not my name.”
The smile from his lips disintegrated like ash and his gaze hardened. “It was once, long ago.”
