“Let’s play a game, Kitten.” “A game?” Lucifer hummed against my neck. “Yes.” Chills shot down my spine, and I shivered. “What kind of game?” I whispered. He lifted himself from my neck, boxing me under him with his arms. Deep red eyes, melting like crimson gold, stared down at me. “Since this will be our first time playing, I’ll only give myself five minutes. If you moan, I win. If you don’t, you win,” he explained in his usual low tone. The implications made me blush. I sounded like a winner either way? I was confused. “What does the winner get?” He smirked, “Anything they want.”
