Page 72 of Wicked Believer
And sometimes it feels like he knows what my body needs better than I do.
I’mhis, after all.
I swallow hard, hesitating. The thrill of the risk, of the fantasy, beckons. The idea of Lucifer cumming inside me, of him breeding me, is so hot, so reckless and insane, a relief from this torture that it’s almost ...
Intoxicating.
And if I’m honest, a part of mewantsto be reckless with him.
It’s one of the few lines we’ve never crossed. A forbidden fantasy.
And right now, I want it so badly that I can’t bring myself to put a stop to this.
This is what he does to me, tempts me into being the most wicked version of myself.
Eve was framed, honestly.
“Please. Please, Lucifer,” I whisper, watching as he casts that unholy smirk of his at me.
I want him. I want his cock so much, I can’t believe it took me this long to ask for it.
Fuck Lilith and her games.
I chose this.
Chose him.
And everything that goes along with it.
I want this.
It surprises me exactly how much I do, but it’s true.
My brain may hardly be able to string a sentence together, but I know what my pussy needs. Without a doubt.
“Please. Please give me your cock, Daddy,” I plead, louder this time.
All my life I’ve been taught this is my one true purpose. To be a wife. To be fruitful and multiply, to build God’s kingdom. And the idea that I could fuck that, subvert it and corrupt it with him like the nasty little slut he makes me want to be, feels so delicious and freeing that I want it, despite any unintended consequences it would bring.
I’m Eve with the apple all over again.
Only worse, because I’m pretty sure Eve never fucked him.
But I want the whole world with Lucifer. Every darkness. Every terrible, wicked thing.
Even after everything.
I choose him.
A sudden confidence fills me at my decision, at the reminder of the love that brought me here. That love can’t possibly be a mistake.
“Isn’t this what you wanted when you chose to misbehave? To be my filthy cum slut?” he growls, refusing to stop this torture, to give me any relief. “To be so full of me that there is never any doubt that you aremine?”
I don’t answer, but my body answers for me. I rock my hips up and back as much as I’m able, just like I do when I’m eager for him to be inside me.
Like I’m greedy for it.
“Give me a color, Charlotte,” he orders.
