Page 53 of Devious Lies

I mean when a guy like that tells you that you’re his you expect something.

But maybe those were just pretty words. Maybe my inexperienced fluffy ass just isn’t good enough.

Those are just some of the ugly thoughts that’ve been twisting and winding around inside my brain.

But I push all of them away because he’s here.

Right now, Luc is here. And he’s staring at me like I’m a fucking piece of dark chocolate, the expensive kind with the soft cherry center.

I might be new to the whole sex thing, but my pussy doesn’t know that.

It pulses and moisture wets my panties.

I take a moment to just stare at him. He’s wearing a pale blue button down shirt, and I bite back my moan at the fact I can almost see his tattoos through the material.

His curls look glossy against his forehead, and the close crop beard he wears is trimmed.

His lips are in a hard line, but I know just how soft they feel, and a shiver runs through me at the memory.

Luc is not like other men. He is different.

Quiet.

Confident.

Commanding of all my attention.

He has that thing. Luc has it. Hell yes, he sure as fuck has it.

How could he not?

A man who looks like that could give Lucifer a run for his money. Then it hits me.

Luc. Lucifer.

Oh my fucking God.

Maybe he is the devil. Or maybe he’s just named after him.

Either way, it is a fitting name.

The sparkle from his piercings dazzles me, and I want to lick them. To suck them into my mouth and taste the metal against his skin.

My throat goes dry.

Luc is just so, so hot.

His steel gaze trails down my belly, and it seems to narrow when he gets to the apex of my thighs.

Then he stalks forward and grabs my hand, pulling me back the way he came.

“Luc! What are you doing? I have to w-work,” I stutter.

But if I think he will answer me, I have another thing coming.

It’s too early for there to be much of a crowd. Antonio stares at me, eyes wide, but he says nothing.

And really, that’s smart.

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