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

He wasn’t as innocent as he liked to think. Involving humans in their schemes. Lucifer never thought he’d see the day when his brothers and sisters would stoop to such levels.

“My Lord,” Dantalion said, bowing. “I specifically requested this meeting without his presence.”

Dantalion sent a glare Beleth’s way. The other demon just scoffed.

“You think our Lord gives a shit about that. We have more important things to be concerned about than your petty vendetta against me,” Beleth said.

If Lucifer let this go on, there would be no stopping either of them from exploding into a full-blown row. Then he’d never be able to leave his throne room.

“I said enough. Beleth, stop antagonising him and leave his territory alone. I am done listening to the two of you squabble. Get your shit together. Do you really think I have time for your antics?”

There was silence for several moments. Dantalion crossed his arms over his chest, still glaring at Beleth. Steam rose from his nostrils.

“Understood, my Lord,” Beleth said before he bowed. “I apologise for Dantalion wasting your time.”

“Both of you are. This is the last time. If I hear about this again, I will not hesitate to strip you both of your titles and throw you to the wolves. Am I making myself clear?”

The two demons nodded, both scowling. Lucifer knew it was not the last time he would hear from them, but right now, he couldn’t care less. He wanted them out of here.

Beleth stepped forward.

“My Lord, there is a much more serious matter at hand. We are still unable to return to Earth. You said this would not go on long.”

He should’ve known this would come up. He drummed his fingers on the arm of his throne again, eyes falling on Mall. She strode over to him, standing by his side and turning to Dantalion and Beleth.

“Our Lord is dealing with the matter. It is not quite as simple as we first imagined,” she said.

“Our Lord is taking his sweet time,” Beleth retorted.

Lucifer flattened his hand, gripping the arm. Mall glanced at him for a moment before levelling her gaze on the other demons again.

“You would do well to watch your tongue, Beleth. You answer to Lucifer, not the other way around.”

“You are aware I wish to retrieve my daughter and her lover from Earth. Their combined power would be an asset to us.”

Lucifer stood up abruptly. He held back from outright growling at Beleth, but his patience was shot. If Beleth tried such a thing, he would bring Michael down on their heads. He was in no mood to deal with his brother.

“You will not go after your daughter or her partner. They are under Finnegan’s charge and it will remain that way. My word on this is final. As for the other matter, it is being dealt with. You are both dismissed.”

He strode from the room, ignoring the anger on Beleth’s face.

He can just fucking well deal with it. And if he doesn’t, I’ll just put him in his place.

He stood in the hallway for a moment, his hand planted on the wall. White-hot rage consumed him. If his father hadn’t trapped them all down here, his demons wouldn’t be so restless. But fuck, if he wasn’t the most restless and irritable of them all.

He stalked down the hallway, pushing open the double doors at the end. He faltered on the threshold. Candace was sprawled out on his bed, the covers twisted around her. He could see her luscious rear peeking out, clad in only black, lacy underwear, her bare legs on show. He became hyper aware of his instant reaction to her state of undress.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Chapter Three

Lucifer clenched and unclenched his fists several times. All his anger evaporated only to be replaced by the raging flame of desire.

I could’ve sworn I made sure she had appropriate clothing for this. Why is she half naked in my bed? That girl, this little witch. How is this fair?

His feet carried him towards her. If he could just get his insatiable lust under control for one moment, but there was no stopping the burning need inside him. He had to have this girl.

When he reached the bed, he hesitated. She was fast asleep. Her pink hair spread out across the pillow, half tangled over her face. He leant over and brushed it away. Her brow was furrowed, eyes darting around under her eyelids.

He stilled. What was he doing? Behaving as though he was some baseless human, controlled by emotions, desires. Reminded that he’d once chastised Azrael for his feelings for Alice, the girl sent to destroy the world.

He would not stoop to such a level no matter how tempting the prospect of fucking her might be. Holding her down and showing her no mercy. Hearing her scream his name whilst he took her with ruthless abandon. He would ruin her for anyone else. Ruin this girl so she couldn’t do anything but come crawling back to him for more. And he would give it to her, over and over again.

He reached out and untangled the covers from her legs, settling them over her. If he gave in, it would be more trouble than it was worth. He had enough on his plate already. Besides, she could barely tolerate him being around.

Turning, he strode away and threw himself into his desk chair. There were a thousand things he should be doing right now. Fucking Candace senseless was not one of them.

He booted up his laptop. Modern technological advances had filtered their way down into Hell. It was high time he continued with his research.

His eyes kept finding her no matter how hard he tried to concentrate. She shifted, throwing