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She opened her mouth, then snapped it shut, letting her objection die on her tongue.
“Good girl.” I smirked, left the bathroom to gather clothes, and returned, finding her still sitting on the counter, her arms over her chest to hide her breasts from my gaze.
I set the clothes next to her on the counter, kicked off my shoes, peeled off my wet shirt, and dropped it to the ground. Grace watched me with parted lips and dilating pupils. I slowly unzipped my pants, then unbuttoned them to give her a show.
Even though she was full, she watched me with hungry eyes. It hadn’t been twelve hours since we last saw each other, and it felt like we’d been separated for years. I wanted to rip off her clothes and slide her down my aching cock while she wrapped her legs around my waist.
I groaned and pushed down my wet jeans. My erection sprang out, and Grace sucked in a breath as her gaze dropped to it. I stepped out of the pants and stood naked, allowing her to take in every inch of my tattooed body, but her eyes remained on my dick.
“Keep looking at my cock like that, succubus, and I’m not responsible for what I’ll do next,” I rasped.
Her gaze snapped up to my face, her cheeks flushing a deeper red after being caught staring.
I approached her, watching the pulse in her neck beat faster. I stopped in front of her, grabbed the clothes next to her, and smirked as she leaned forward. Her lips parted, begging for a kiss.
I leaned forward, pulling on my dry jeans, my breath whispering against her lips.
“You’re being a tease,” she breathed.
I smirked and drew back, letting her watch as I tucked myself away and zipped up my pants.
“Get dressed. Someone’s here to see you.” I nodded my head to the pile of clothes I’d brought for her.
I cocked my head, watching as she came to her own conclusions. Fear darkened her eyes.
“It’s Lucien. No one else is here,” I assured her, brushing my knuckles down her cheek.
She released a shaky breath and nodded.
I stepped back and left the bathroom, then the bedroom. It was best I put some space between us because, had I stayed a second longer, I would have been balls-deep in Grace’s pussy. Because of the situation and Grace showing signs that something was wrong, Lucien wouldn’t be patient and wait for me to finish fucking her.
55
GRACE
After dressing in the clothes Daiman brought, I silently walked out of the bathroom, then out of his bedroom. I followed Daiman’s voice as he talked to Lucien. I glanced at the paintings on the crimson walls, shivering because of their horrifying depictions. I could look at them a thousand times, and I would still have the same reaction.
I entered the living room that had the same blood-red walls. A huge black leather sectional that could seat ten people sat in the center of the room. Across from it stood a coffee table made from dark oak. A red pentagram with a goat’s face in the middle had been painted on the table.
I swallowed hard, suddenly nervous about seeing all the devil-worshiping stuff. My family would have clutched their rosaries and screamed that this evil home needed to be blessed.
Neither man was in the room, but I followed their voices to the kitchen. Daiman leaned against the breakfast bar while Lucien made himself a drink with his back turned toward me.
I paused, unsure whether I should be here or not.
“Come here, angel,” Daiman said, breaking me out of my spiraling thoughts.
Lucien peeked over his shoulder, his dark eyes scanning my body, and a muscle popped in his jaw. He turned back to what he was doing, and I released a shaky breath as Daiman glanced at me. I approached him and squeaked when he pulled me into him and slammed his lips against mine.
My hands immediately went to his chest, digging my fingers into his shirt as he furiously kissed me like this would be the last time. I panted into his mouth, worried he’d leave me.
He doesn’t know what Dad did and still wants to leave.
Daiman ended the kiss and pulled back enough to look down at my face with narrowed eyes. “What’s causing you to panic?”
I swallowed hard and shook my head. “J-just symptoms.”
He popped his jaw, never breaking eye contact. I held my breath, trying to calm my heart and mind.
