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

ripped open. Her magic against his skin tingled, brushing over his chest with the gentlest of touches. She ran her fingers up his arms, tugging off both his jacket and shirt. Her breath against his back was quickly replaced by her mouth.

“Candace,” he hissed.

“Not going to tell me I have to do as you say?”

He shuddered involuntarily when she ran a hand over him. Her fingers curled around his cock.

“No,” he replied, almost breathlessly. “You said I’m yours, so perhaps you should use me as you please.”

She’d started this game and now, he never wanted her to stop.

Fuck, I want her on her knees, staring into my eyes with her mouth wrapped around me, taking it all.

Memories of when he’d forced her to that first time almost made him groan.

“Turn around.”

He stilled, staring down at that envelope again. It bothered him. He needed to stop this and get her to read whatever was inside it.

“There’s something for you here.”

She let him go.

“Don’t care. Turn around.”

“You can do with me what you wish after you’ve looked at this.”

She let out a long frustrated sigh.

“Lucifer, I want to wrap my lips around your cock before I push you down on my bed and ride you. Is it really more important than either of those things?”

Fuck. No. It’s most definitely not.

Hearing her tell him she wanted to suck him off made his blood pound in his ears. He picked up the envelope anyway, turning around and holding it out to her. Her cheeks were flushed, her violet eyes dark with unconcealed desire, lust, love.

She looked down at what was in his hands. The blood drained from her face. She snatched it from him, ripping open the envelope and looking down at the embossed card. Her eyes scanned over it. She said nothing, reaching around him and slamming it back down on the counter.

“What is it?” he asked.

She didn’t answer. Her hands shot out pressing him back against the counter before she tugged at the zip of his trousers. She had him freed the next moment, dropping to her knees, she did exactly what she told him she wanted to do. Wrapped her lips over him, her small hand curling around the base. And she sucked hard, making him groan.

Fuck. Little witch. I can’t fucking think straight.

Chapter Twenty Five

Lucifer’s hands curled into her hair, encouraging her to slide her lips over him and take more.

“Fuck,” he grunted.

She looked up at him.

Shit, she is sexy as fuck on her knees, worshipping me.

Her violet eyes flickered with anger, but he imagined it wasn’t directed at him. She took him in long, drawn out strokes of her mouth. All he wanted was to bury himself down her throat.

“Little witch, you’re going to make me come quickly if you keep that up.”

She smiled, her lips wrapped around him, increasing her pace.

Fuck, that’s exactly what she wants.

Her teeth grazed over him. He shuddered, fingers digging into her scalp.

“More, fuck, Candace, take it all.”

He gripped the back of her head. Her pretty lips were already halfway down his length, but it wasn’t enough. She tilted her head up slightly and he hit the back of her mouth. Slowly, he inched down her throat until she almost choked.

Her eyes weren’t panicked. She stroked his thigh, encouraging him to fuck her in the way he clearly wanted to. He groaned, thrusting in and out her throat until the intensity had him pulling back. She released him entirely, taking several deep gulps of air.

“Shit,” she muttered.

Before he had a chance to ask her what was wrong, she took him again. Gone was any need to tease. Within minutes, he gripped the counter and cursed several times.

“Little witch,” he grunted.

His body tensed, the pleasure riding over him in waves.

Fuck, she knows how to drive me fucking crazy.

When the last pulses faded, she pulled away, standing up.

“You have no idea how much it turns me on having your cock in my mouth. I need to fuck you. Now.”

Barely giving him time to register what she’d said, she launched herself at him. Her mouth met his, her kiss electrifying. Her fingers tangled in his hair.

“I’m so fucking angry. How dare she invite me to a fucking dinner in honour of my fake engagement. Fuck her. I’m not marrying that piece of shit. After all that crap with Jax, this is the last thing I need. Fuck. My heart fucking hurts. How could he lie to me about his feelings? All this fucking time. Fuck you, Jax. Damn it. I’m fucking angry and yet I’m so fucking turned on I can barely think straight. I’m so fucked up. I need him in me, like right fucking now so I can lose myself for one minute.”

The onslaught of her thoughts made him freeze. He pulled away, holding her shoulders so she couldn’t capture his mouth again. She panted, staring up at him with confusion.

“Your mother invited you to a dinner?”

“Yes, fuck, you heard me. I forgot about that.”

She ran a hand through her hair.

“Can’t you see I need you? If only you could feel how wet I am. Fuck, seriously, Lucifer, I fucking ache right now. Please, let me fuck you and then I’ll talk.”

The pleading notes in her voice broke through all his concerns.

Just how wet is she? I need to know.

He took her hand, tugging her into the bedroom with him.

“Where do you want me?” he asked.

“Bed and no clothes.”

He grinned, obliging with a click of his fingers as he lay down. Her eyes roamed over him with unconcealed desire.

“Fuck, every time I look at you, I