Chapter 7
Yvonne
This is completely irrational.
In fact, there isn’t a single good thing about this current situation.
I can give a million explanations as to why this is terrible idea, why this was wrong on every level.
The main one being… I. Hate. Him. My blood boils at the mere thought of him, of what he did to the people I considered my family.
Yet, here we are.
The moment he sinks his cock into me; my mind goes blank. A soft moan slips from my throat, my nails digging into the silken sheets beneath me. I can’t take my eyes off him, he looks fucking feral.
That damned shade of red in his eyes makes my heart skip a beat, so loud I can hear it. I know the bastard can hear it, too. He doesn’t comment on it, instead, he shoves his cock as deeply inside of me as he possibly can, causing my eyes to roll back in my head.
“Fucking hell,” he groans, the deep, silky voice making goosebumps erupt all over my body. “You take my cock so well, you filthy little slut.”
The taste of my own blood on my tongue sends my mind into a frenzy, paired with the degradation and I suddenly can’t control my body. I clench around him, feeling that familiar sensation begin to build in the pit of my stomach.
Closing my eyes was a mistake because when I open them again, he grips my chin, forcing me to look at him, only at him. I can’t escape the craziness of his intense eyes. He holds my chin tighter, promising to leave a mark behind, but I don’t care.
“Don’t call me that,” I breathe out, trying to hold onto the thin thread of the control remains in my body. But my defense is weak, almost as weak as the decision to stop all of this.
Lucifer smirks. “Why not? That’s what you are, no? A perfect, little slut, taking the cock of her enemy so well,” he murmurs, leaning in and dragging his tongue all over the spot where he bit me, “I never knew how eager you were for me, Little Lamb.”
I’m not sure if it’s the nickname, or the fact that he can see right through me that makes another wave of desire flood my system. I grow wetter with each sharp, brutal thrust of his hips, my head falling back against the pillow.
“Fuck you, you bastard.”
“Wrong answer,” he hisses, and pulls out of me. I whimper, involuntarily and that makes him laugh. It’s deep, sadistic, and in more than one way, it fucking terrifying. His eyes hold a level of insanity I’ve never seen before, and it makes me question what comes next.
Then, Lucifer flips me around. My elbows on the mattress, my ass high in the air.
He spanks me once, the force causing me to jolt forward.
The stinging sensation remains, and I bite my lip hard, determined not to let embarrassing sounds from slipping out.
I can’t let the bastard know how much I’m enjoying this.
As the thoughts threaten to overwhelm me, Lucifer lines the tip of his cock right against my entrance, before pushing it all the way back in. I moan, that little promise to myself from a moment ago quickly forgotten.
“Your cunt is so wet for me, Little Lamb,” he groans, holding my hips tightly, slamming into me. His pace is brutal and relentless. “God, you’re soaking me.”
“Lucifer,” I rasp, my throat closing up.
My head turns, glancing at him over my shoulder, and the sight makes my heart plummet in my chest. His lips are parted, ever so slightly, his eyes glued to where his cock going in and out of me, the feral madness intensifying with each passing moment. “God, Lucifer.”
“I’m no God, Little Lamb,” he snaps his eyes to mine. “I’m a monster that you loathe. The same monster who’s claiming your cunt for himself.”
I swallow thickly, sweat dripping from my forehead. My vision gets blurry, my breathing rigid. I can barely see him through the cloud of haze and desire, his cock reaching that sweet spot inside of me with each brutal thrust, making me unable to hold it all inside.
His large hands hold my hips, and he yanks me back, slamming me onto his cock. My eyes widen in surprise, the sudden ache morphing into a pure, animalistic delight that provokes a deep scream from the back of my throat.
“Lucifer,” I plead, and he reaches forward, his finger rubbing my clit.
Black dots form in my vision from the sheer pleasure, my body trembling against him.
His chest is pressed against my back, as he uses one hand to guide my movements, hitting the deepest spots inside of me.
“I can’t hold it in anymore,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.
Lucifer chuckles, his teeth sinking into the very same spot as before. I can feel blood leaving my body, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Lucifer pinches my clit, and it breaks something inside of me.
“Come on my cock, Little Lamb. I want to feel you coming for the man you loathe the most in this world.”
His words are my undoing. In one moment, I’m doing my best not to give him what he wants, in the next, I’m unable to control my body. I come on his cock in waves, the scream of his name falling from my lips. He doesn’t stop, even as I come.
Lucifer continues to thrust into me violently, until I’m at the brink of exhaustion. Then, he follows suit. Pushing his cock as deep as possible, holding me tightly as he comes inside of me, the liquid spilling around his base.
My entire body is a mess. From the goosebumps and the sweat, to canine marks and the blood drops, that managed to drip down my chest. Lucifer’s panting behind me, his cock going limp inside of me.
Yet, he doesn’t push me off, or say a word.
Instead, we stay like this, waiting for the high to wear off. Once it does, we both know it’ll be fatal.