“Remarkable,” someone whispers beside me. I smile as I remove my hand slowly, then take off my gloves. They know what to do when I remove my gloves. They know I’m finished with this one. But does it ever really end? There’s always something else to refine—to correct, and once they start seeing things my way—they won’t be able to stop either. The world isn’t broken, it's just waiting for someone who knows how to fix it.
“Killian,” Lucifer's voice cuts in but I ignore him. He’s irrelevant. My fingers twitch on Lolli’s skin. Temperature elevated. Pulse increased. Neurological response heightened.
“You shouldn’t ignore variables,” I mumble, and her smile widens.
“I’m not a variable,” she states, and I wrap my hand around her throat, pulling her closer to me.
“No… you’re a constant,” I say as the room tilts. Not physically, but internally. Everything aligns around her. Everything. Jagger stops pacing. Vinny is watching closer now, and Lucifer looks more entertained than ever.
“Careful,” he tells me, but I don’t look at him.
“I am careful,” I lie, because the drug stripped something away. Hesitation. Distance. So, I tighten my grip, making her gasp as her hands pull at the bottom of my shirt. “You’re not afraid?” I ask her as a smile spreads, making me loosen my hold just a fraction of an inch.
“Should I be?” she asks, licking her lips.
“No, you should be understood,” I say, and the words land harder in my chest than they should, causing something inside me to lock into place. Not just desire but possession of knowledge. She isn’t finished and the need for completion weighs heavily in my grip. But suddenly, I need to see what she becomes fully and completely. No interface, no control— just her.
The camera hums above us, watching, waiting. My head tilts as her fingers reach underneath my shirt, pressing her nails into my flesh. I hiss, wanting to feel inside of her so badly.
“I know what he’s doing,” I say as Lucifer shifts slightly.
“And?” he asks as my eyes stay on hers.
“He wants to see what happens when we stop filtering.”
“And?”
But I don’t answer, I look down at my canvas and she blinks up at me.
“Sit,” I say, but she shakes her head.
“Make me.”
Good!I move fast, releasing her throat then wrap my hand around her wrist, guiding her to the nearest bed. She doesn’t fight me as I ease her down on the edge of the mattress. My fingers brush her skin again. Not cutting. Not yet. Mapping. Understanding.
She looks up at me and I grip the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over her head. My hands have a mind of their own and they trace her porcelain skin, starting at her scarred cheek, down her collar bone, and over her perfect tits. I pinch her nipples, causing her to moan as they pebble from my touch. I sink to my knees and trace the scars down her arm, then open her thighs.
“May I?” I ask, and she nods, but I shake my head. “Use your words, Canvas,” I growl, making her giggle.
“Touch me,” she whispers, and I lean in and drag my tongue up her inner thigh while my fingers still drag along her rigid skin, memorizing every line, every divet that needs fixing. Her moans bring me back to the present the closer I get to her cunt. “How loud can you get?” I ask, and she giggles, causing her perfect tits to bounce.
Behind me, Jagger cracks his neck as Vinny shifts closer, but Lucifer sits down in a chair laughing at the wall. I roll my eyes then sink my teeth into her flesh, making her moan again. I need to see and feel her reactions. Her limits need to be known, because this isn’t about hurting her. I’d never willingly harm her. I just need my perfect canvas. It’s just that simple.
“Now, lay down,” I order, and she does. The tension in the room is thickening the more I touch her and I need to shatter it. My gaze flickers to the camera and I smirk.
“Watch closely,” I say, speaking to it. “Because I’m about to make her scream.”
I shove my face between her thighs, biting her lips before sucking her clit into my mouth. Her legs tremble around my neck as Jagger growls.
“Stop touching her! Stop touching her,” he yells, but I don’t listen. If anything, I allow my hands to roam her body while my tongue makes her shiver. I sink my teeth into her thigh, marking her perfect skin. They tremble but I hold them steady as I inch higher and higher, leaving my teeth imprinted on her flesh. She whimpers with every bite, then I drag my tongue over her clit and she shivers, moaning my name.
“Louder, Canvas. I want to hear you shatter,” I command, and she giggles. A chair scrapes against the floor and I don’t wince. No. I focus on my canvas and how, with every swipe, every flick she shatters beneath me a little more.
Specimen C
Lucifer Davenport
The room is louder than it should be. Not the sounds or the movements. The thoughts. They’re everywhere.
