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Because I need something to feel alive—and what I want to do to feel alive is considered a felony—so fucking my professor will have to do.
I want him to think he’s the stronger one out of the two of us, that he has complete control, and that I’m not a threat. But I know better.
“Dead men don’t rape,” I say, responding to his question, though he can’t hear me. I fix my skirt and make sure to stick to the shadows as I walk home, knowing that there are specks of Tyler’s blood on my skin. I grin the whole way home, a sense of pride flowing through me.
Another man meets his maker at the hands of a vengeful woman. It’s so poetic and perfect that I can’t stop grinning, knowing that Tyler won’t be the last.
I dream of a tall blonde goddess that night, and all I can think about is how I wish time and fate would bring us together sooner.
The last thing I hear before I go is a deep voice. A voice that would probably make others tremble, but it fills me with warmth. “It’s alright, love. You’re coming home now.”
“It’s alright, love. You’re coming home now,” I tell her as her mortal life ends and our forever begins. Again.
Her soul weighs nothing, and it clings to me, knowing that it belongs to me. I don’t waste any time taking us back to Hell. Once we’re there, I can make her whole again.
I’d prefer for you to call me Lucifer, however.” Or sir, or any number of delicious things.
“Lilith,” he says with a roll of his tongue, and I know I shouldn’t like it as much as I do. When he says my name, when he says anything to me really, I want to melt into a puddle of contentment.
He doesn’t touch me, and I hate myself for wishing that he would. That he would glide his massive hands down my side and show me just how strong he is.
All thoughts leave my head except how close he is, how much larger he is, and how I can’t stop thinking about how much I like it.
“Eyes are up here, love,” he teases, and I swallow. I’m not going to look at Satan’s dick. I’m not going to look at Satan’s dick.
The party is completely forgotten at this point because I have a meeting and a naked, sexy forbidden man to think about.
“Lilith,” he says my name, and it’s so fucking deep and gravelly. I’m not sure if it’s the cocaine or this man, but I feel soaking fucking wet.
“You treated me like I was your whore.” “Don’t you want to be?” he asks, his fingertips trailing up my thigh.
“You might hate me, but this wet pussy sure as fuck loves being wrapped around my fingers.”
“Know that if I see you with another demon, you’re condemning them to death, Lilith. I don’t fucking share, and you belong to me whether you want to admit it or not.”
I don’t taste a lie, and I know I’ve ruined the best thing that could have been mine before it even really started.
There really is nothing as soothing as a cat.
“I think of you every day. You consume me.”
Every woman needs a female friend who would help them bury a body.
But the needy slutty part of me doesn’t care—I need this.
“Do you just want to watch, little Hellfire?”
I’m happy she hasn’t changed anything about her appearance, she’s beautiful just like this.
Spoiled. It’s my first thought, and I smirk to myself. All I want to do is spoil her… if she’ll let me.
I lie awake all night wondering if it’s possible to have everything I’ve ever wanted.
