Lucifer's Cage (After Dark Book 6) by Sarah Bailey (short story to read .txt) 📗

from him that easily. He’d make her tell him the truth.

“Are you ashamed?”

Her eyes snapped back to his, confusion and anger in her expression.

“What? No, of course not.”

His eyes narrowed further. Tugging her closer, he stared down at those violet eyes which haunted his every moment.

She drives me crazy with her stubborn nature.

“I don’t believe you.”

“You don’t have to.”

She grabbed his hand, trying to tug it away from her face. His temper flared. She was walking on thin ice with him.

“Lying to me only ends one way.”

“Stop it,” she hissed.

“The truth, Candace. I want the truth.”

She glared at him, clamping her mouth shut. If she was going to play this game with him, then so be it.

She only has herself to blame.

He dropped her face, gripping her arm instead.

“Excuse me, Candace and I need a word in private.”

He didn’t wait for a response from either of them. He dragged her from the room despite her protests.

“Lucifer, get off!”

“You know the rules. You’re being disobedient.”

“I am not.”

When they reached his bedroom, he tugged her over to the desk.

“Kneel.”

“What the fuck? No. Let go of me.”

Her refusal made the leash he had on his temper snap completely. He pressed her back against the desk, pinning her body to it with his own. He took both her arms, twisting them behind her back. He used his power to keep them tied behind her. She stared up at him, eyes wide with shock and confusion.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

She struggled against the invisible bonds.

“Teaching you a lesson. One you’ll not likely forget.”

“Lucifer, stop this.”

“You only had to tell me the truth, but no, that’s too hard for you to manage.”

He clicked his fingers and she was naked before him the next moment. She looked down at herself. When her eyes met his again, they were blazing with anger.

“The truth? The fucking truth? I don’t want people’s judgement, especially not his. Do you know what he’ll say? What anyone will say if they find out I’ve been with the Devil? Do you imagine they will look at me with anything but disgust for allowing you to touch me? Do you? No, because you don’t fucking care. You take what you want without consequence.”

Her words only fuelled his rage. Did their night together mean nothing to her? Hadn’t he shown her how he felt?

I asked her to stay for fuck’s sake. Surely she should know I want her, need her.

Why did she even care what people thought? Humans were like sheep. They’d been led to believe he was evil. Is this how she really felt about the two of them?

“I should leave you here, tied up and naked because it’s no less than you deserve. Is that what you think? Does it disgust you that we’ve fucked? That I’ve touched every inch of your body and given you exactly what you craved?”

“No! Don’t you understand? I fucking care about you. All I want is you. I must be crazy for needing everything about you like I need fucking air. I swear if you don’t fuck me right now, I might lose my mind completely.”

Fuck. She doesn’t half make me so crazy for her.

She’d never been disgusted by him. He knew that, but he still didn’t understand why other people’s opinions mattered. All that mattered was what was between them.

He wasn’t going to hold back. She demanded he fuck her.

He kissed her, his hands tangled in her hair which she’d changed to blue before she’d left his room yesterday. She kissed him back with just as much ferocity.

He sat her on the desk, tearing open his trousers and freeing his cock. He pressed into her heated sex, groaning. She was so wet. He gripped her hips, pounding into her with no mercy.

She makes me so fucking angry. I want to punish her. To make her understand she is mine. My little witch. Mine.

“Fuck, Lucifer, fuck me harder,” she groaned.

Her words sent him into a frenzy. Her arms were still bound, but he didn’t care at that moment. All he could think about was sending them both into oblivion. Perhaps they’d never come back from it. It occurred to him he didn’t want to. He wanted to drown in her intoxicating scent. Drown in his need for her.

“Please, fuck, more,” she whispered

Slamming into her with so much force, he was sure she’d end up with bruises, she cried out. Her climax raced through her body like wildfire. He could feel it everywhere. And he couldn’t hold back, grunting as his own end tore through him.

They were both panting when their trembling subsided. He released the hold on her arms. She wrapped them around him, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Screw you,” she whispered. “Why do you do this to me?”

“You know why.”

“Why do I want you so much?”

“Only you can answer that.” Her arms around him tightened. “You can hate me all you want, Candace, it changes nothing. You are mine.”

“I don’t hate you.”

She pulled away, cupping his cheek with one hand. It took a concerted effort on his part not to lean into her touch.

“You mean more to me then you know, but I need to go home.”

He pulled away, clicking his fingers. She was dressed again and his clothing was no longer in disarray. She shoved off the desk, taking his hand and entwining her fingers in his. He raised an eyebrow.

“Just let me hold your hand,” she said.

It made him smile just a little. He tugged her along until they reached the room where they were going to create the gateway. She stopped him from going in. Pressing him up against the wall, she kissed him like she