“Probably worse. I wouldn’t risk it.”
“Fuck, fine,” Judd grumbles. I’m in my own world, moving my body to the rhythm, not giving a shit what the two demons near me are doing. I wonder if Lucifer would dance with me if I asked. No... no… we’re mad at him.
“Ouch!” I squeal, looking down at my chest. My necklace blazes against my skin. “Motherfucker.” I look over at Judd and Asmodeus. “Well, this was fun.” I shrug my shoulders and grip the necklace to allow it to transport me to wherever Lucifer is. I’m not sure what I was expecting, maybe his private quarters again? Nope, we’re in an empty hallway outside of the club.
I expected him to send me to my room, tell me I’ve been a naughty little demon, and go to bed. Nope, that’s not what happens either. His hand grips my chin, and he forces my back into a wall as he tilts my head back forcibly to look at him. His eyes look darker than normal when he glares down at me.
“What the fuck was that?” he growls.
“Which part?” I ask sweetly.
His fingers dig into my jaw, and he lightly shakes my head. “Don’t fuck with me, Lilith.”
“Ooh, don’t fuck with the big, bad Devil who talks in riddles and gets jealous when he has no right to be.”
“I have every fucking right to be,” he argues, and I swallow thickly.
“You’re jealous?”
“Lilith,” he says my name, and it’s so fucking deep and gravelly. I’m not sure if it’s the cocaine or this man, but I feel soaking fucking wet. The tip of his thumb drags along my bottom lip, and I shiver.Why does he have this overwhelming effect on me?
“I still hate you,” I say back, not wanting to admit what he’s doing to me.
“Lie,” he says, leaning down and smelling my hair and neck. I stop breathing for a whole moment. “You know I can taste lies, little Hellfire. Yours are so fucking sweet, like sugar-coated strawberries.”
I clear my throat. “I’m mad at you.”
“It wasn’t supposed to go like that.”
“Why can’t you finish a single thought? I feel like you’re always keeping secrets. Like, who’s Lily?”
He smiles down at me. “You are,” he says, not answering the question as his hand grips my bare thigh, my slutty dress giving him easy access to my skin.
“You treated me like I was your whore.”
“Don’t you want to be?” he asks, his fingertips trailing up my thigh. Goosebumps cover my flesh, and he keeps moving his hand higher towards my pussy.
“No...”
He pulls back and grins. “Lie.”
“No, it’s not,” I retort. I won’t be someone’s whore again, I deserve more.
He laughs and nods. “Mmm, you’d be more.” His hand cradles the back of my head, his fingers lacing into my hair and pulling with just the right amount of pressure. “I’d give you everything you wanted, love.”
I blink at him a few times, and I notice his eyes changing color slightly. I can’t decide if it’s the drugs or reality as I ask, “Are your eyes pink?”
He makes a low growling noise as his hand slides up, covering my pussy as the heel of his palm rubs against my clit. I grab his biceps as my head lightly bangs against the wall. His deft fingers slide my panties to the side as he lightly rubs two fingers against my clit.
A low whimpering noise escapes me as he grips my chin and forces me to look at him while he touches me.
“Still hate me, love?” He slides two fingers inside of me, curling them upwards. I can hear how wet I am. It’s both a huge turn-on and completely betraying everything I’m saying.
“Yes,” I reply, not sure if it’s because I want to piss him off or because I truly do. I might not be able to sense lies like he can, but I know I’m lying to the both of us.
He grins, closing his eyes, and leans in to whisper in my ear. “You might hate me, but this wet pussy sure as fuck loves being wrapped around my fingers.”
I shudder, my grip on his forearms tightening as my nails dig into his flesh. He slows his pace torturing me, bringing me so close to the peak that I desperately crave, and then taking it away.
