Lucifer comes into the room, kissing the top of my head before sitting next to me. “What’s going on?”
“I think I’d like to go out tonight.”
He sighs and scrubs his face. “The club?” he guesses.
I nod, and he grabs a pastry from the table. “Fine, but you know there will need to be rules, right?”
“I know, no one can know about us outside of the manor.”
He nods, and I push down my disappointment. Maybe it’s my ego or my pride, but when Lucifer said there wasn’t a word fitting enough to describe what I am to him—the word queen seemed pretty fitting to me. But we’re new, it’s all still so exciting, and maybe he’ll come around and realize that I’m not leaving Hell, and the longer I stay here, the stronger I feel. I can protect myself from threats, and if I can’t, he will.
“I think Mara wants to explore Hell as well.”
Lucifer winces. “I don’t think she’s ready for public consumption just yet.” I hold back my laughter and nod my head.
“Wear the black off-the-shoulder dress with the cape tonight,” he says, and my body heats. I nod at his orders, but I know damn well that is not going to be the dress I wear tonight. He kisses my head before portalling to Hell-only-knows where.
I didnotdo as told and wore the blood-red satin gown that shows far too much chest and leg instead. It clings to the upper half of my body like a second skin, and the bottom flows down to the ground. I have to be careful that the midsection doesn’t slip, or everyone at the club will get a show.
Perhaps I want them too. Maybe I’m being indignant, but all I want to do is make Lucifer confess in front of everyone that I’m his.
Safety concerns be damned.
Lucifer shows so much passion and care towards me in private, is it that wrong to want that in front of others as well?
He told me to meet him there, that coming together would be too suspicious. I rolled my eyes, and he clicked his tongue, so I already know I’m on thin ice. Pushing him is becoming my favorite pastime. I’m just not sure where the edge of his patience is.
I portal to the club and notice that nothing has changed in all of these years, not the furniture or the people. My heels click along the dark marble until I see Judd.
He gives me a small smile.
“Hey, Judd.”
“Hey Barbie, it’s been a while.”
I shrug, and we both look at the center stage, where Lucifer sits on his throne. His glare towards Judd is intense, and I can’t help but enjoy it.
“Still have a death wish, Judd?” I ask, looking back at him and ignoring Lucifer’s stare.
“I don’t think I do,” he says, lining some coke on the table in front of him. “You want a bump?”
I shake my head. I might want to push Lucifer, but not that far. “No thanks. Where’s Asmo?”
Judd laughs and shakes his head. “I don’t think I’ve ever met a more pussy-whipped demon in my life.” I furrow my brows, and he tilts his head. “Not BFFs with Kas anymore?”
“I just haven’t seen her in a while.”
“Seems like a common theme lately,” Judd says.
“You seem different,” I comment, looking him over, and he shrugs. “Is Elvor coming tonight?”
Judd shakes his head, leaning forward and taking a deep inhale of the white powder before sitting up. “No, he’s been working overtime since Ponds suddenly went missing.”
“Hmm, shame.”
Judd laughs, and when I look over my shoulder, I can see how rigid Lucifer is as he watches us. I wish I could enjoy the moment of his jealousy, but it’s short-lived when Lisa and her two flunkies approach his throne. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but Lucifer looks bored.
I don’t like them around him at all. I look back to Judd.
