Page 37 of Letters to Satan

“Nik—” I start, cursing under my breath when I lift my hands and realize that the toys are still in them. I fling them to the ground and grab onto his shirt. “Nik, listen. You have to listen to me. Give me a chance to explain.”

He has to… right?

Because that’s how the story goes.

The evil prince meets the good, kind man who shows him how to love. Teaches him he’s been worthy of love this whole time. It’s sappy and romantic, and bloody uncomfortable with all thosewordsandfeelings, but it’s what happens.

They always get their happily ever after.

Always.

Only this doesn’t feel very much like happily ever after. It only feels liketoo late.

His eyes are hard as granite, as though I could chisel a piece right from their surface, and the hurt on his face is enough to break me in half. We’re alone in this room now, the door bolted shut and the stifling tension pressing on us.

When he finally speaks, his voice is flat, devoid of any emotion. It’s like speaking to an artificial version of himself, his words as cold and lifeless as the wood he’s carved from. “This was your plan, then? To sabotage me?”

“At first,” I admit, and I hate myself for the way his eyes close for a few seconds, like the pain is too much, and he’s trying to separate himself from it. “But then—”

“You were… what? Stealing my work force and causing me to get further behind, distracting me at night so I wouldn’t see past your lies?”

“Nik, I’m sorry—”

“One thing, Damien,” he growls, low and controlled and goddamneddevastating, as he fists my shirt to pull me closer. “One fucking thing was all I ever asked of you—give me time to prepare if you’re going to break my heart… and you didn’t have the decency to grant me that single kindness.”

“It’s not like that, Nik, please allow me a chance to—”

“I want you gone.” His voice is impersonal as a stranger, as frigid as the snow outside, and his eyes are steely and determined. “It was foolish of me to believe that I was anything to you, and I want you to leave.”

“No, no, no… let me fix this, let me—”

“There is nothing to be fixed!” He snarls as he gets too close and brushes his lips against mine, releasing a helpless, defeated sound as his arms bind around me and he kisses me with bruising pressure.

All at once, he releases me to slump against the table. “You will be gone by morning.” He turns his back to me, storming towards the door.

“Nik, don’t walk away from me… I know you don’t believe me, but I want you… I wantthis…”

He whirls to face me, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. “Oh, poor little prince is going to miss being fucked by his big Daddy, is that it? Let me give you one for the road then,” he sneers as he rips the button clear off my pants and shoves them down my legs. He grabs a cage off the table and clicks it in place around my cock as I can’t do anything but stare, speechless. He whips me around towards the table, shoving my face down onto its surface so my ass is exposed to him.

“This is what you wanted, right? Reap the harvest of your schemes and tell me how much you enjoy it.” He grabs a dildo and shoves it into my mouth, and I gag at the taste of the silicone in my mouth. “Get it nice and slick,Lucifer, or else you’re going to feel it.”

The use of my formal title is like a blade to my gut, and I try to twist to look at him, but he pins me in place. I could use my power to free myself, but I don’t know if I can handle the brokenness on his face again.

He rips the toy from my mouth, and I sputter as he moves it behind me. “Nik, I didn’t mean to,” Iwhimper as he circles my hole. He pauses, a bitter laugh tearing from his lips.

“You didn’t mean to? Which part happened by accident, Lucifer? Was it the recruitment of my elves to help in your plot? The stealing of my materials and commandeering of this room? Getting me further and further behind schedule?” The tip of the toy breaches my rim, and I gasp as my back arches. “Or was it playing my emotions like they were nothing more than some shiny new toy for you to get excited over, Damien? Tell me, how long did it take for the novelty to wear off? For you to getboredand move on without a care in the world to how I might feel?”

“Nik,” I whine as he inches the dildo deeper. Even in his anger, he’s careful not to hurt me, and the tattered shreds that remain of my heart shatter at the realization. “It was a mistake.”

“All of this was a mistake,” he snarls, and I call out as he works it the rest of the way inside me. We’ve fucked so much over the past few days that I’ve needed little prep, and he knows that. Knows he isn’t hurting me, but I don’t want him in anger.

Don’t want his last memory of me to be one of such spite when it could’ve been such beauty.

My cock throbs, trying to thicken but being stopped by the cage, as the metal bites into my flesh. “Everything we’ve done has been a mistake.You are nothing more than amistakeand I regret every second of it.”

And there it is.

The heart that even I didn’t know existed cracks, straight down the middle. Pain like I’ve neverexperienced bleeds into my body, and I just want to disappear.

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