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“He wasn’t worthy of you. He had those despicable photos of you on his phone, sharing them with everyone he knew, bragging about getting inside of you …” I felt the shift happen before I could control myself. Her gasp only confirmed that my rage had helped the demon beneath come to the surface.
But still, she didn’t move.
She stood there, staring at me as she took in it. I completed the shift, letting my wings spread as I stretched to my full glory. Next to my true form, I saw how vulnerable she was. So tiny, so in need of protection.
Wrapping my wings around her, I lifted her into my arms and pressed her safely to my chest cavity. Once she was secure, I pushed off, soaring into the air and leaving the university behind.
EVE
He brought us to a high-rise,landing on the roof like this was a normal mode of transportation. Once I was settled back on the ground, he shifted back to Duke, and I stared at him, trying to reconcile this mask with the monster underneath.
But was he a monster?
If he was to be believed, Duke was the monster. Parading those awful photos of me around, treating me like a conquest instead of a human. Lucifer’s tactics might not be honorable, but his actions were. He was only trying to protect me–take care of me.
Heat flooded my body as I recalled exactlyhowhe’d taken care of me the night before. His hand slipped into mine as he led me through the door and into the building. Neither of us said anything as we took the elevator to his apartment, and it opened to a penthouse suite taking up the whole floor.
My eyes roved around, taking in everything to try and understand this man at my side, but his apartment was impersonal. A place to shelter, not relax. It appeared like a spread from a home decor magazine, decorated by someone who wanted to curate a style, not curate for a personality.
“You never told me what happened to Duke.” I finally spoke, sparing him a glance. “Or what I should call you.” Did he want me to refer to him as Lucifer?
“Duke was removed from your life, and I replaced him. That’s all you need to know.” He walked into the room, undoing the suit jacket and shrugging it off before unbuttoning his dress shirt. “My vessel is aptly named Lucio, so you can refer to me as Luc since it suits both identities.” He stopped and turned to face me, smiling.
“Can I see your … vessel?” I asked, stumbling over the strange word. “I want to see you, not Duke.” I stepped closer, willing my heart to slow so my mind could catch up. What was happening here? What did I want? Was I truly okay with this?
Lucifer was a fallen angel, a demon, a prince of hell. Sunday School had taught me one thing and one thing only. Demons were only looking to send you to damnation, not protect you. And yet … I longed for the damnation Luc had offered me last night.
As I reached him, I touched his hands, stilling their movements. Our eyes met as I craned my neck to look at him, my fingers running gently down his chest to his belt buckle. Pulling the shirt from where it was tucked, I undid the bottom button before leaning in to kiss the exposed flesh.
Undoing the next button, I moved upwards, repeating until I revealed his chest, covered only by the images he had chosen long ago to represent himself. My fingers swept over the images of angels on his chest, a curious symbol for a demon. But they stood guard with scythes and a scroll of text hanging between them.
“What does it say?”
“Famiglia Prima Di Tutto; family above all.”
I touched it carefully before looking back at him. “And how do you define family?”
“In my line of work, it’s blood, but it’s also the family you choose. Sometimes blood isn’t thicker than water.” A curious expression passed over his features.
I wondered for a moment what he was thinking before leaning in to kiss his pec, letting my hands run down his chest to the bulge between us throbbing in anticipation.
"You know, the full expression is the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. As in, sometimes familial bonds aren't the strongest bond you can have," I said.
A flicker of something uncertain crossed his face, shifting his features for a moment before he reached out and guided my face back to his.
We met in another deep kiss, my hand holding onto his wrist as it continued to cup my face before I pulled away, returning my attention to his pants. Earlier, I’d marveled at the picture of Duke’s, and now something wholly unfamiliar stood between us, and all I could think about was seeing it too.
I wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing, but I felt a strange sense of safety in Luc’s arms, knowing whatever I chose, he wouldn’t force it. I could follow my instincts and hope for the best. Teasingly sweeping my hand along the bulge, I considered the power I had over him right now.
Pressing a hand against his chest, I forced him back into the couch, and he sunk onto his ass. Reaching out, I gripped his knees and knelt before him in an inherently submissive position. But a real man knew a woman on her knees before him was not bowing. She was worshipping.
My fingers toyed with the button of his slacks as I glanced at him. He read my hesitation as reluctance and reached out to pull my hand away. "You don't have to."
I looked surprised, finding it hard to believe a man who had a woman at his disposal, more than happy to give him a blow job, would deny himself the opportunity. His cock twitched under my touch as if in agreement.
I looked at him with a coy smile. "I don't, do I?"
He leaned in to kiss me again, but my hand held firmly to his pants and what awaited me underneath. He stopped halfway there, a small quirk of his lips before he arched an eyebrow as if to ask what I was going to do. Our eyes locked on one another, and I slid my fingers under the material of his dress pants, fingering the waistband of his boxer briefs for a second.
