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I bite down on the junction of her neck and shoulder, and she cries out, her nails raking down my chest. I can feel the pressure building at the base of my spine, my balls drawing tight, and I know I’m close.

“Come on, baby,” I urge, my hands sliding to her ass, gripping hard. “Come on my cock. I want to feel it.”

Her pace quickens. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and when she comes, she throws her head back and cries out, her body shuddering. The sight of her falling apart on top of me pushes me to the edge. I grip her hips and hold her still as I thrust up into her one last time, then pull out, my cock pulsing as I come all over her tits, her stomach, her neck. Thick ropes of white rip across her skin, and she watches me with heavy-lidded eyes, her chest still heaving.

She rolls off me and collapses onto her back beside me, panting, her arm thrown over her face. I prop myself up on my elbow and look down at her, admiring the way my cum paints her body.

I reach out and drag my thumb through the mess on her left nipple, spreading it across the hardened peak. She shivers, her breath catching, and I do the same to the other one, watching as her nipples tighten under my touch.

Then her thighs fall open, and I drag my hand down her stomach, dragging my palm through the cum on her belly and spreading it between her thighs, over her swollen cunt. My fingers slide through her folds, mixing my release with her arousal. She gasps, her hips jerking, and I press my palm flat against her mound, feeling her clench around nothing.

She’s mine.

Every inch of her—marked, claimed, covered in me.

Property of Lucifer.

When I look back at her face, she inches toward me, closing the distance between us. Her mouth finds mine, and her tongue slides past my lips, hot and desperate. She bites my bottom lip, tugging it between her teeth, and I groan into her mouth. Then she pulls away, her eyes dark and satisfied.

“I have to pee,” she says, and I laugh, the sound rough and unfamiliar.

She swings her legs over the side of the bed, and I reach for my T-shirt on the floor, tossing it to her. “Put this on.”

It’s late, and while most of the guys are probably passed out in their rooms, there’s a good chance there are a few stragglers roaming around. I don’t want to take any chances of them seeing her like this.

She pulls it over her head, the fabric hanging past her hips, and pads toward the door. My cum is still seeping into her skin, glistening on her neck, her chest, and I watch her walk out of my room wearing nothing but my shirt and my mess.

I drop back against the pillows, my hands behind my head, and stare at the ceiling.

I’ve crossed a line I can’t uncross. She’s under my skin, and I need to figure out a way to keep her—no more games. No more pretending this thing between us is an obsession I can’t control or some drug I can’t quit.

The door opens, and she comes back in, but instead of coming to bed, she starts gathering her clothes off the floor.

“What are you doing?”

She straightens, holding her skirt against her chest. “I should probably leave. If Tori wakes up and I’m not there, she’ll worry.”

“Tori knows you’re with me.”

Her brow furrows. “How?”

“I texted her when you fell asleep.” I hold my hand out to her. “Now, get over here. I’m not done with you yet.”

She drops the clothes and crosses the room, pulling my T-shirt over her head as she climbs into bed. She’s sticky with my cum, and her hair is a tangled mess, but I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman in my life.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

LUCIFER

A knock sounds on my door, yanking me from a deep sleep, and my eyes fly open. It takes a second for my brain even to register where the fuck I am, then another knock sounds and instinct kicks in. I pull open my nightstand drawer and reach for my gun. But I go still the moment I feel Jess’s warm, naked body wrap around mine.

She throws her leg over mine and buries her face in my shoulder, but she doesn’t wake, and the next knock is drowned out by the sound of her snoring. My gaze cuts to the door.

“Hold on,” I bark, my voice thick with sleep.

I grab the sheet and yank it up over her body, covering her just as the door swings open and Dread’s head pops into the room. His gaze sweeps across the bed, landing on Jess’s tangled hair peeking out from under the sheet, then cuts to me.

“Out,” I growl.