5. Lucifer
FIVE
Lucifer
I spin Izzy around and slam her back against the wall. She moves like she’s in a daze, her eyebrows bunching as I lock her wrists above her head with one hand and pry her phone out of her fingers. She says nothing, blinking slowly as I drop it to the floor and crush it under the heel of my boot.
I’ve heard of the dangers of method acting. A performer can get so caught up in playing a role that they get lost in it, sometimes to the point of losing who they are. Their mannerisms, behavior, even their personality shifts, and suddenly they’re no longer portraying a character.
They are the character.
I always thought it was a bunch of bullshit…until now. Until Izzy sent that first message, and Lucifer took over my every waking thought. The way she bowed to him had the real me slipping further away.
There was only ever one way to shatter the glass on her dirty little secret…
In full Devil form.
The look on her face when she sees me is even better than I imagined. Her lithe body stiffens and shakes under my grip, an outward manifestation of the fear and lust that’s clashing inside her pretty little head. I pull my lips into a tight smile, enthralled and empowered by her confusion. It’s not a comforting gesture. The black and white skull face paint stretches them into a sinister leer I found fitting for what I had planned for my wayward mouse.
But it’s my attention to detail that has her breath coming in short staccato pants—a long, hooded black coat, black leather motorcycle gloves, and black shading around the one thing I know she’ll recognize most.
“Your eyes…” she says, her voice barely a whisper. “They’re…”
“Ice blue?” I give her a low rumbling chuckle. “Yes, I’ve been told they’re hypnotic, enchanting, captivating…”
“Terrifying.”
My smile widens. “That, too.”
“How did you know…?” Her pupils dilate as a few of the scattered pieces start falling into place. “I was right. You hav e been watching me.” Her chin swings toward the open bedroom door. “But how did you get in the?—?”
“I told you—I know everything.”
She stares at my face, taking it all in as if she’s seeing everything and nothing all at once. For a moment, I wonder if she sees through the facade, but then she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and looks up at me through those long eyelashes. “Are you really here?”
I press against her, biting back a groan at finally feeling the curves of her soft body. “What do you think, love? Do I feel real?”
The broken whimper that vibrates in her chest has me ready to ditch the game and skip to the end. But that’s not what she wants and certainly not what she deserves. We’re doing this my way, and the reward is going to be so worth the wait.
She lowers her chin, her eyes downcast. “Are you going to hurt me?”
Yes, and you’re going to beg for more.
“I’m here to do more than hurt you, Izzy.” I trace her bottom lip with my gloved thumb, slowly dragging it past her chin and down her slim neck. “I’ve come to collect.”
Her head snaps up, eyes wide with horror and something else she doesn’t want to acknowledge. “Y-you want my soul?”
“I want it all.”
“But I thought that was just?—”
“A joke? A meaningless role play concession?” Her weak nod draws a guttural laugh. “Always read the fine print, love. It holds hidden clauses.”
Her muscles pull taut. “Oh, God.”
“Try again.”
The words spark Izzy’s fight-or-flight instinct. A burst of adrenaline propels her into trying to kick and twist her way out of my hold. All her struggling does is harden my dick. “Let me go, or I’ll scream!”
I crush her against the wall so hard I hear the soft wheeze of air leave her lungs. Clicking my tongue, I brush the loose strands of hair away from her face. “Oh, sweet Izzy… You’re going to scream either way.”
I wait for her to mention there’s a third person passed out downstairs. When her mouth stays closed, I know all this victim posturing is for both our benefits. She gets to pretend she’s not a dirty little succubus, and I get to sink deeper into the fantasy of the chase.
“What do you want from me?” she chokes out, her body sagging.
I’m so glad she asked.
I drop my mouth to her ear, my lips so close I can taste her skin. “I want you to run, love,” I say darkly. “Run hard and run fast. If you can get away from me, you get to keep your soul.”
“And if I can’t?”
“I’m taking it.”
We both know I’m talking about more than her soul. I’m taking her body, her mind, her hang-ups, and her reservations. Every piece of her I’ve spent the last few years forcing myself to ignore during the day while jerking my dick raw over at night. I’ve felt dirty. I’ve felt ashamed. I’ve told myself she’s off limits and too pure to be obsessed over.
But that was before she tempted the demon within.
I’m not a man who denies himself anything. Money paves any road I want to travel. Except the one leading to her. Her self-absorbed, piece-of-shit ex-boyfriend stole from me for three years. He touched what was mine, mistreated it, devalued it, and hurt it. I don’t forgive, and I don’t get even.
I annihilate.
Now that Fletcher Stanley is penniless and bleeding, it’s time to reclaim what belongs to me. She’s all I can think about. What she tastes like. What she feels like. How loud she screams. How much of a fight she’d put up. How that sweet pussy would look dripping with my cum.
She asked Lucifer about his favorite kink.
It’s this. The chase. The adrenaline. The fear. The showdown between predator and prey where nature dominates, and the strong overpower the weak. It’s the illusion of taking what’s not offered and possessing it wholly.
It’s why my marriage didn’t last. It’s why all my dates are contractual with an NDA and an expiration date. My kind of sex isn’t about love. It’s about power.
Then my ultimate fantasy turned into fucking clickbait.
Deep down, Izzy knows it’s me. No one could break into this estate without tripping several layers of alarms. But her mind is forcing her to see things for what they should be instead of what they are. What she deems socially acceptable. So, if the illusion of Lucifer is what she needs to let go of whatever uptight shame filter she views sex through, so be it. I’ll be the Devil. But I felt her body respond when I pushed her against the wall. I smelled her arousal.
Izzy may fuck the Devil tonight, but it’ll be with my cock.
“You have ten seconds,” I tell her, the anticipation building like a tsunami. “Scurry to the attic, little mouse. First one there wins.” Giving her earlobe a sharp bite, I release her wrists. “Run.”