A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 71 – 80

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 71 – 80

I hesitated for a moment but did as he said. The moment I straddled him, the hard press of his arousal against me sent a jolt through my body.

My face was so close to his, our breaths mingling. He leaned back again, closing his eyes as his hands moved to my waist. His fingers dipped lower, gripping my bare ass, pulling me closer against him.

A gasp escaped my lips, and he looked at me, his eyes glinting with amusement and something darker. My face was burning, flushed with the heat of embarrassment and excitement all at once.

“What is it you wish to say to me?” His voice was like a whisper against my skin, and when I looked into his eyes, I noticed something strange.

Just a moment ago, they were more golden, but now they were shifting to blue. How could they change so quickly?

I bit my lip, searching for words that wouldn’t come. All I could think about was the way his hands were moving me, back and forth, the slow rhythm pulling soft sounds from my throat.

My thoughts were a jumbled mess, and I was trying hard not to moan, not to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much he was affecting me.

“Can I…” I gasped, feeling his grip tighten slightly, his hands coaxing more friction between us. “Can I kiss you?”

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “No.”

The word was soft but absolute, leaving no room for argument. My heart sank for a moment, but before I could react, a movement caught my eye. Mirabel had appeared, leaning in to whisper something in Lucifer’s ear.

Whatever she said caused his mood to shift immediately. He didn’t frown, but I could feel the change in him, the way the air around him grew heavy and charged.

His attention snapped back to me. “Can you walk?” he asked, his voice still low but tinged with something sharper now.

“No,” I answered truthfully, my legs feeling weak and unsteady after everything that had just happened.

“Hold on tight then,” he instructed. “I’ll take you to your bedroom.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, hesitating only a moment before wrapping my legs around his waist as well. The moment I did, he stood, holding me as if I weighed nothing.

I had no idea how fast he moved, but within the blink of an eye, I was in my bedroom. He lowered me gently onto the bed, his gaze lingering on me, predatory in its intensity.

“Don’t close your legs,” he said, the command simple, but it sent a shiver down my spine. His words weren’t harsh, but there was something in his tone that made it clear this wasn’t a suggestion. It was an order.

I wanted to defy him. I wanted to push back, to show him that I wouldn’t always do what he wanted, but my body betrayed me.

His presence was overwhelming, and defiance felt dangerous. Slowly, I let my legs fall open, the cool air brushing against my bare skin.

He leaned back slightly, his gaze never leaving me. I watched him lick his lips as his eyes traveled up my body, taking in every inch. Finally, they settled on my face.

At that moment, something inside me snapped, and I closed my legs, defying his command.

His response was immediate. He leaned forward, pressing his mouth against my right nipple, closing his lips around it in a way that made my whole body tremble. A gasp tore from my throat, and I arched against him, overwhelmed by the sensation.

I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. All I could do was feel. His touch was everywhere, consuming me, drawing me deeper into a world where nothing existed but the two of us.

And in that moment, I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want to be anywhere else but here, with him.

Lucifer’s lips slowly withdrew from my breast, the heat of his mouth replaced by the cool air of the room. But he wasn’t done. Not yet.

His lips trailed down to my neck, moving deliberately, with the kind of precision that made my body feel like it was on fire. He sucked softly at first, teasing the sensitive skin, then nibbled and bit down just enough to make my breath catch.

Each touch was deliberate, designed to pull a reaction from me, to remind me of his control over my body. A soft whimper escaped my lips, but before I could even comprehend what was happening, his hand moved between my legs.

His fingers pressed against me, and then, with no warning, he pushed two fingers inside me at once.

I gasped, my body tensing from the sudden intrusion. It was painful—sharp, burning—but the pain mixed with something else, something dark and sweet.

I couldn’t decide if I wanted to pull away or push into him. My body was at war with itself, every nerve on high alert. My fingers dug into the sheets as I tried to steady myself, my hips shifting involuntarily against his hand.

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 71 – 80

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