I lead Seraphina up the backstairs to my office. The door swings open, and—Jesus fucking Christ.
Kyle's got some bottle-blonde sprawled across my mahogany desk, her black dress bunched around her waist, legs wrapped around his hips. He's slamming into her hard enough to send my expense reports flying, her fake nails leaving scratches in the wood I had refinished.
Phina freezes beside me, a small "oh" escaping her lips. Kyle's head snaps up mid-thrust, his face shifting from ecstasy to pure terror. The blonde just looks over her shoulder, mascara smeared, and has the nerve to fucking wink.
"Really?" I growl. "My desk? The one I actually work at?"
Kyle scrambles to zip up while his conquest slides off the desk. After just getting railed on my paperwork, she adjusts her dress like she's just finished a yoga class.
Kyle at least has the decency to look sheepish, running a hand through his sex-mussed hair. "Shit, boss, I thought you weren't coming until later."
"Clearly." I glare at him, imagining all the ways I could make him regret being born. "Now get the fuck out of my chair before I staple your nuts to it."
The blonde straightens, running a finger across her smeared red lips. Her silicone-enhanced chest nearly spills from her dress as she turns, shooting Seraphina a venomous look before clicking her way to the door in six-inch heels.
Oh,hellno.
I grab the door handle, introducing Miss Silicon Valley to the hallway with all the grace of a bouncer at last call. Her indignant shriek gets cut off by the door slamming hard enough to rattle the frame.
"Lucian," Kyle stammers, looking about as comfortable as a nun at a strip club. "My man, I can explain—"
"So this is what I'm paying you for?" I cut him off, gesturing at the desk getting burned and replaced. "Earning Employee of the Month by getting your dick wet on company time? Last I checked, your job description involved watching the floor, not auditioning for 'The Wolf of Wall Street: After Dark.'"
"Look, man, she just walked in and—" Kyle starts, but I cut him off with a raised hand, not interested in his amateur-hour excuses.
"Save the creative writing for your reports. Where's the paperwork?" I've got better plans for tonight than listening to Kyle's latest conquest story, especially with my angel looking like heaven's gift to vampires.
Kyle shuffles through the chaos on my desk, finally producing a manila folder like he's just discovered the Holy Grail. "Right here. I just need your signature on the marked spots. I'll file everything tomorrow."
His eyes drift to Seraphina and instantly glaze over like a teenager spotting his first porn magazine."Who's this enchanting—" Kyle starts, already slipping into his smooth-operator routine that's worked on half of Washington's eligible population.
"Eyes front and center, Romeo," I snap because I know that look. Kyle's the kind of guy who could charm a nun's habit off without breaking a sweat.
Butmy angel cake steps forward with that megawatt smile that could probably power Las Vegas. "Hi, I'm Seraphina. Lucian's mate." She delivers the last part with just enough emphasis to make Kyle's smile falter.
That's my girl—sweet as sugar with just enough spice to let them know she's off limits.
"Mate?" Kyle's eyebrows shoot up like they're trying to escape his forehead. "Well, shit. Never thought I'd see the day Lucian 'Commitment-Is-For-Suckers' would actually settle down. What's next, matching sweaters and a white picket fence?"
I scrawl my signature across the papers like I'm signing away my soul, then grab Seraphina's hand. "Sanitize this shit, Casanova. And keep your horizontal tango sessions out of my office—that's what the dumpster behind the club is for. You know, where your standards usually hang out."
I tug Seraphina toward the door, not looking back at Kyle's probably scandalized face.
Time to show my heavenly honey what a real VIP experience looks like. Besides, my throne's been lonely without its queen, and tonight will be one for the highlight reel of "How to Corrupt an Angel documentary." Produced, written and starred in by yours truly.
I guide Seraphina through the crowd to my private booth above the dance floor. The VIP section gleams with chrome and black velvet. My throne is positioned perfectly to survey my kingdom of sin below.
She hesitates at the entrance, taking in the luxury, exclusivity, and raw power radiating from this space. I tug her closer, pulling her down onto my lap. She gasps—
"Like what you see, Cupcake?" I whisper against her ear as she stares at the mass of writhing bodies below. The strobing lights paint her skin in flashes of red and blue.
Her breath catches as my hands slide up her thighs, the silky dress riding up. "It's... intense."
"Baby girl, you haven't seen anything yet." I nip at her neck, feeling her pulse jump under my lips.
Time to show my celestial troublemaker exactly what kind of devil she's fallen for.
A few drinks later, the bass pulses through me as Seraphina grinds in my lap, her dress riding dangerously high. My hands roam her curves, my fangs aching to claim her right here on my throne. Blood and lust cloud my mind as I lean in to taste her skin.
