“Didn’t know it would be so taxing?” a deep voice asks in front of me. When my gaze looks up, I can hardly breathe at what’s before me.
Lucifer naked in a tub. The only thing he’s wearing is the same necklace as me. The tub is huge, enough to fit his large body. There are some bubbles popping on the surface, but not many.
His pecs hover above the water, and holy fuck, he looks good. There’s a dark scattering of chest hair that I could spend all day staring at. That is until he clears his throat, and I have to snap my head to gaze into his dark stare.
He’s smirking at me as he lies relaxed in the tub, his elbows resting on the edges like he doesn’t have a single care in the world. “Eyes are up here, love,” he teases, and I swallow.I’m not going to look at Satan’s dick. I’m not going to look at Satan’s dick.
I clear my throat and shake my head. “I was at a party, you know.”
“I know,” he says in a bored tone.
“What was so important you had to pull me away from a party to come to you when you’re...” I can’t complete the sentence as I use my hand to motion at his body in the tub. His beautifully bronzed, built body. It doesn’t help that it smells amazing in here. I have a vision of undressing and getting into the tub next to him. As big as his body is, he would probably be able to wrap it around me like I was nothing.
I can’t help myself, I look down into the clearing bubbles. Yup… his dick is huge. Like genuinely will-it-fit huge. If that’s soft, I shiver, thinking about what it would look like hard. I mean, he’s huge, and he’s powerful, and he has a big dick. Why does the universe keep tempting me with this man? He’s my boss, for one; second, he’s an asshole; third, he’s the fucking Devil. I should hate him.I do hate him. He’s the manifestation of all the evil in the world…right?
When I glance back at his face, he’s more than smirking, he’s grinning at me. Proud of himself or his massive cock, I’m not sure. I mean, any man would be proud of that thing.
“The meeting with Heaven has been moved up.”
“Oh?” I ask, placing my hands on my hips and willing myself to not take a deeper look at his body.
“Four days.”
“Does this mean you’re letting me go?”
He smiles again and licks his lips. “Yes, you can come,” he confirms in a deep voice that makes me shiver, and I can’t help but think he means it in more ways than one.
“Thank you,” I say softly, not wanting to piss him off and have him change his mind. But more than anything, I am actually grateful. Maybe he knows I need this. I need this closure with my sister before I can really thrive here, in Hell.
“There are some rules,” he says.
“Of course,” I nod my head.
“The angels are to know nothing of Hell’s dealings. I will handle all conversations, and you must do as I say when we get there.”
“Okay.” I nod my head.
“I mean it, Lilith. If I tell you to sit on your knees next to me, if I tell you to shut up, if I tell you to leave, youwilllisten.”
“Yes, sir,” I say softly, and watch as goosebumps cover his forearms. He shakes his head and looks back at me.
“That is all.”
I bow my head and take one last greedy look at his naked body in the tub, committing it to memory before leaving his private chambers and walking back to my room. The party is completely forgotten at this point because I have a meeting and a naked, sexy forbidden man to think about.
Chapter fourteen
Fortherecord,Iknow taking Lilith to this meeting with the angels is a bad fucking idea. But I also know that if I don’t take her, she would never forgive me.
Something is holding her back from wanting me. I see it in her eyes when she looks at me now. Something changed the day we found Blair, and it’s only gotten more apparent in the little moments when we’re together. Even if most of our moments are of us bickering or trading vicious banter, there’s now a flirty undertone to it. She isn’t afraid of me, and she doesn’t hate me.
She might not like me yet, but she’s attracted to me, and that’s a start. It’s a start that I’m not willing to risk. It’s clear she doesn’t feel the same pull that I do toward her. I doubt that this will give her the closure she needs, but I’m hoping.
More than that, I’m hoping that the angels don’t pull any shit while we’re there. I’m in a typical black suit when Lilith comes to my office door.
“Is this okay?” she says softly. Her hair is down again, and she’s wearing a more modest dress that covers her shoulders. It’s tight around her chest but flares out at the waist and fans out past her knees.
“You look—” I shake my head “It’s fine.”
