Page 79 of The Devil
He kisses me softly on the lips and pulls me into a hug that feels warm and tender.
“Please don’t let me go, Lucius,” I beg, “I fucked up eleven years ago, but it doesn’t mean I don’t love you now.”
He soothes me while I cry against his huge frame, kissing my head from time to time. I lose track of how long we stand like this, but I really don’t care. Cameron was right when he said I appreciate the things other people take for granted; being able to hug your soulmate is one of those things. He wipes away my tears with his thumbs, then looks at me with a smile; a smile that tells me I’m off the hook, and my heart can begin beating again.
“Topolina,” he sighs, “if Jess is anything like you, I will love her just as much. You’re in my blood now, I can’t get rid of you.”
“Gee, thanks,” I cry and laugh at the same time. “Just what a girl wants to hear from the man she’s in love with.”
“Do you wanna go and put your little packed bag in my room?” he teases with a mock pout, to which I nod my head. “Wanna tell your brother you’ll be late for work?”
He smiles seductively and I nod slowly, already walking into his room and positioning myself on the bed for him.
“Take off your clothes,” he orders, jutting out his chin toward me. He takes great delight in me slowly stripping before him. I’m not trying to be seductive, but the authority in his voice has me feeling a little nervous, but excited too. He grabs a chair from beneath the window and pulls it noisily to the foot of the bed before sitting on it. Meanwhile, I sit completely naked on his bed, awaiting his next instruction. He smiles approvingly and begins to unbuckle his belt.
“Open your legs for me, Helena,” he utters. I do as he says, feeling totally exposed and vulnerable, but I trust him completely. “Now stroke those beautiful breasts of yours,” he orders as he unzips himself to release his erection.
I begin to gently stroke my fingertips over my skin and then pinch at my nipples. By this point, he is also stroking himself, slowly but with enough force to make his cock look as though it’s pulsing.
When he can no longer stand just watching, he grabs hold of my legs and pulls me to the edge of the bed. He begins to lap between my sex, using the tip of his tongue to play with me, to tease me to the point where I’m close to releasing. However, he then pulls away, leaving me to feel beyond frustrated.
“You’ll come when I want you to come, Topolina,” he whispers against my opening.
“Are you ever going to let me?” I moan.
“The answer to that question is pending.” He laughs wickedly before returning to his kind of torture.
After bringing me to the brink several times, only to withdraw when he knows I could easily let go, he stands above me and rubs his cock hard and slow for a good few minutes, watching me play with my nipples so they are red and erect.
“Lie back,” he says quietly, and as soon as I do as he commands, he thrusts himself into me, feeling hard but so deliciously pleasurable too. He lifts my hips to meet him, then begins to pull in and out of me slowly but still with force. As I bite my lip to tease him, he smirks and picks up the pace of his movements, using his thumb to rub over my clit. My orgasm is building but he can sense it, so pulls his thumb away to leave me wanting.
“Not yet,” he says through his teeth, “I want you to earn it.”
He pulls me up and wraps me around his waist so he can sit on the end of the bed while I straddle him. Now, I’m writhing on top of him while he uses my hips to control the speed of our movements. He’s deep within me and I no longer need his thumb to build me up. Our breathing is fast and noisy, and my fingernails are digging deep into his shoulders to the point of breaking his skin. He takes a nipple into his mouth and bites hard, making me gasp, before sucking and nipping. His movements soon become jerky, so I know he is close.
“Now,” he orders, and I finally let myself explode over him, all the while moaning into the crook of his neck. I feel him throb inside and he curses as he reaches his own pinnacle, after which, we sit, holding onto each other for what feels like a wonderfully long time.
“Do you love me?”
“You know I do, Lucius, I always have,” I reply without hesitation, wiping away the sweat from his brow. “I love you.”
He doesn’t say it back, but smiles at me, looking genuinely happy with my answer.
Helena
Time seems to pass by quickly, living in our own little bubble of bliss. In public, Lucius maintains a protective but cold exterior, clutching onto his emotionless and ruthless reputation. When he comes to meetings at Medina, he is formal, polite, and indifferent, even to me. However, he always leaves a note on my desk that simply says,Mine.
Behind closed doors, he is passionate, intense, and belongs to me completely. We make love as well as fuck on virtually a daily basis, always with foreplay and always for mutual satisfaction. He has well and truly removed the kiddy gloves, and no longer treats me like a fragile doll. He is rough, powerful, and primal when it comes to sex, but at the same time, I know I am completely safe with him.
We have spoken very little about Jess, but now she is due home in less than a week, and I know we need to have a conversation about what our living arrangements are going to be like once she returns. I can’t stay at his apartment, and he can’t stay at the house during the week, and according to him, only seeing me at the weekend is not a viable option.
“So, what do you suggest, Lucius?” I sigh as we sit at the outside table together. “She has to come first for me, you know this.”
“Can she stay with your parents once a week?” he suggests, and I can’t help but smile over his childlike behavior.
“Maybe now and then, but not every week, no,” I explain with an air of exasperation. “She’s mine and I miss her. Look, maybe you should get to know her before we discuss living arrangements anyway. I can’t just turn her life upside down as soon as she gets back. She doesn’t even know you yet. Besides, she’s already had to deal with a lot.”
I look away guiltily, which he must notice, for I soon feel his hand reaching for mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze before leaning in closer.