It was Luci’s.
The length and thickness changed inside of me, morphing into a shape that fit inside of my pussy like it was made for me. My eyes latched onto the narrowed, glowing stare that shown through the back of the SUV.
You’re going to come for me, dearest Dany.
“Now,” Joe grunted. “Fucking come for me now, Dany!”
I couldn’t, though. Not until…
Sing, Dany, Lucifer whispered low and guttural. Those phantom fingers played me like his beloved cello, and I jumped.
“Fuck,” I screamed, refusing to close my eyes as the full weight of my orgasm hit. “Shit, shit, shit!” The explosion rocked throughout my body.
Look at me.
I stared into Luci’s eyes while I came, and something in his stare added rocket fuel to the flames.
Scream my name.
“Lucifer fucking Christ!”
Tears fell down my cheeks as I rode the last waves of pleasure. The fallout of Lucifer’s phantom ministrations was decimating. He’d stroked every cord of pleasure and pain I was capable of handling.
Until we meet again, dearest Dany.
I panted helplessly as I watched those mismatched eyes disappear into the night. My head fell back onto the hood and the metal felt like paradise as it cooled my heated cheek.
“That good, huh?” Pride bolstered Joe’s voice. Guilt rocked me in waves because… shit. I’d forgotten he was there.
The belt loosened on my wrists and Joe took one in his hand to help me stand.
“Yeah,” I answered. “The best I’ve ever had.”
Joe and I were quiet as we pulled out of the alley. I had no doubt I was throwing off weird energy and that he was feeling it just as heavily as I was. I just couldn’t wrap my head around what happened.
Lucifer had teased me before. He’d tempted my desire with his devilish words, made me eat cherries he offered with his own hand and touched me with those icy phantom hands in sensual, teasing ways that left my head spinning.
Never, though, had hetouchedme.
Lucifer had been the source of my pleasure, the finger that pulled the trigger and blasted me into an oblivion that I didn’t know what to come back from.
You’re not going to come for him. You’re going to come for me, dearest Dany.
Then there was Joe. Devil fucking dammit, Joe. It was supposed to be us together. The first decent man I’d ever met wanted to fuck me without paying me and instead I’d fallen for sin.
“Dany?”
Joe’s voice pulled me from the clusterfuck blooming inside my mind.
“Hmm?”
“Are we… was that okay?” The tightness in his jaw was hard to read, especially through the blurred lens I couldn’t swipe from my eyes.
Was he asking if he’d had my consent? Or if he’d been too rough?
It hit me then just how rough he’d been. I was so consumed with Lucifer’s appearance that the belt around my wrists and face shoved against the hood felt like a distant experience, like it was another Dany who’d lived it while I waswith Luci. I shivered and tried not to compare it with the night I died, but it was hard to stop some of the flashbacks.
I took a breath and shoved that shit down as best I could. Joe was not Callen. If he liked rough sex, it wasn’t because he got off on throwing me around against my will.
