Page 45 of Wicked Believer
“Now you sound like my Father.” Lucifer huffs, though there’s less amusement in it than there used to be. He nods slowly. “All right, Charlotte. In the future, I shall take your opinion into advisement. Happy?”
I nod. That’s all the capitulation I’m going to get.
For now, at least.
If I can change his heart, his mind, even a little ...
Well, maybe that’s the true reason why he’s destined for me.
My breath bottles up inside me, the memory of the hope I felt the night he cast the aurora borealis over the city coming to mind. I thought I could change him then, too, but even then he was ...
I can’t bring myself to think it.
I bite down on my lip.
I have to hope, have to believe, to hold on to that feeling, because the alternative ...
Well, the alternative isn’t particularly flattering to me.
I sag against him.
Lucifer grins, mistaking my defeat for closeness, before he tips my chin up toward him, kissing me so that all I can do is melt into him. Like he’s reveling in the flavor of me.
“If you could have only seen their faces the moment they realized they weren’t in Heaven. That they were mine,” he whispers against my lips. “They belong to me, Charlotte. Theyallbelong to me.” His eyes darken like he’s trying to impart some deeper meaning to me, but I ... can’t begin to understand what it is. “As do you.” He presses his forehead against mine.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper.
He traces his finger down the exposed skin between my breasts, curling it slightly.
All at once, I sit forward, my fatigue gone from the rush of lust he’s coaxed from me, but he’s not Azmodeus. He can’t create what isn’t already there, buried deep inside me.
He can only call it forth.
The darkest desires of my heart.
He sits back in his seat, smiling appreciatively at how flushed and ready I am. “Like what you see?”
My gaze rakes over him. My body says yes, but ...
For once, I can’t bring myself to answer.
Even though my pussy is practically whimperingYes, please.
This is what Lucifer does. Makes me wild and wicked.
Until the darkness inside me is unleashed.
“Stand before me,” he orders.
“Yes, sir,” I mutter, my cheeks reddening at how eagerly I obey his command. All it took was the single crook of his finger, and I’m more than ready for him, craving him.
Unable to resist.
I rise from his lap, coming to stand in front of him exactly like he ordered.
Slowly, he takes my hand, and I let out a startled eep as I’m hauled back down into his lap, this time with my hips positioned soI’m straddling the thick length of his cock where it strains against his suit pants.
“I would burn this world for you, little dove,” he whispers to me, bringing his lips only a hair’s breadth from my own as he gently tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, his other hand kneading one of my nipples. “Do you understand?”
