Page 32 of Midnight with the Devil

Diana slid out of the bed, grabbed her bag, and headed for the bathroom. Lucien was gone, and she’d already given in to him, so part of her didn’t care if he saw her naked now. She ignored the twinge of guilt over the fact that she’d really enjoyed last night. He’d gotten her to surrender to her own base desires, ones that would keep her blushing for days if she ever had to tell anyone about them. And the worst part was, he’d been right. Sex with him was out of this world.

She eyed the massive shower at the end of the bathroom and suddenly grinned. Oh yeah, she was totally going to shower here. The shower was a beautiful black marble structure surrounded on two sides by glass. A big white marble bench sat in the corner, and rotating showerheads were built into the front of the shower. Diana turned on the spray and waited until the steam cocooned her before she climbed in. The hot water singed her skin deliciously, and she sighed. As she washed, she touched herself carefully. She was sore between her thighs, but it didn’t feel bad. She been truly fucked and fucked hard, but it had beensogood. She couldn’t resist exploring herself, slipping a finger inside. Her body trembled at the penetration. She’d never done that before, and she couldn’t deny the new changes inside her made her want to explore her sensuality in ways she never had until today.

“Now that is a welcome sight.”

She gasped and spun around at the sound of Lucien’s voice. He stood just outside the glass, watching her.

“Oh please, don’t stop. I’m quite content to watch.” He put one palm on the glass and leaned in, as though to get a better look.

Shame and embarrassment rippled through her. She shouldn’t have been doingthiswhere he could see her.

“I…” The words died upon her tongue as she noticed that his pupils were slightly red. Was he mad or—

“Please, darling, touch yourself. Give me what Iwant,” he said. “Let me see you climax by stroking that little bundle of nerves. But if you’re too scared or embarrassed, I’d be happy to join you. I’m sure I can give you what you need.”

Her nipples tightened, and an ache tugged low, sending ripples of excitement through her body. “I know,” she said breathlessly.

She shivered with longing. She wanted his cock inside her, stretching her and filling her almost to the point of pain. Yes, that was what she wanted. She couldn’t admit that to him, because it felt like giving in to him, surrendering, and that felt wrong…even when she’d signed a contract to do just that, obeying his commands and yielding to her secret, hidden sexual desires.

His eyes softened, and the eerie red glow subsided as he seemed to read her thoughts.

“I could take you…if you didn’t say no.” There it was, the dark offer she needed. If she said no, he would stop, but he would take her if she didn’t say no. She backed up in the shower, her palms flattening against the wall behind her as he slowly began to undress. By the time he was down to just a pair of black briefs, her body hummed. She hadn’t forgotten the pool, how it had felt to be owned by him. It had felt wrong, and yet part of her felt free.

Lucien opened the shower door and stepped inside, now completely naked. It was her first chance to really see him. He was chiseled perfection, each muscle defined and sculpted, but he didn’t really look like a bodybuilder. His body was that of a warrior, honed and hard-edged. And his hands…they were elegant yet not weak. His long fingers were designed perfectly to touch her and make her burn with desire.

He really had been an angel. No one could have been that perfect.

“No turning back now, darling,” he whispered as he closed the shower door and reached for her.

His hands gripped her hips, jerking her against him, demanding that she submit. His body branded hers with heat as he pressed her back against the wall.

“Do you like the idea of me fucking you without asking for permission?” he whispered against her ear. “Knowing that I’ll just take what I want because I own this little body?” He smoothed his hands down over her breasts, cupping them before he gave each nipple a sharp tug.

“Answer me,” he demanded, fisting his hand in her hair and pulling so there was just a hint of pain, a pain that made her body explode with life.

“Yes!” she shouted, her cry bouncing off the shower walls.

“Yes, what?” He gave her hair another tug, and he slipped his other hand between her thighs to find her clit. He pressed his fingertip down hard on it, the pressure too much for her sensitive bud. She jerked in his hold, trying to escape the onslaught of pleasure.

“I want you to fuck with me without asking,” Diana panted.

“Good girl,” he praised before he nipped her ear with his teeth in a playful bite. She wanted to hate his condescending words, but she didn’t. They made her hotter. She wanted to be that good little girl who pleased him, who gave herself over to him in every way and received intense pleasure in return.

She whimpered as he gave one ass cheek a harsh slap, then sighed as he rubbed the sting away with gentle strokes. He covered her trembling body with his own as he claimed her mouth with his. Lucien gripped one of her legs, jerking her thigh up so her leg curled around his hip. Then he lifted her other leg up. She sucked in a sharp breath as his cock impaled her while he pinned her to the shower wall. The marble seared her skin from the heat of the water, and she lost herself in his seductive taste. His cock filled her, blocking out all thoughts and leaving only primal need. She clawed at his back as he fucked her slow and hard against the shower wall. The more they kissed, the more her control, her thoughts, her very breath seemed to slip away…away into him. Only one thought broke through the rush of darkness. Could the devil consume her soul?

Light…sweet light…feathers gone…pain too much…wind…

Diana struggled to breathe as the darkness closed in, but she heard his voice.

“Stay with me. Don’t look away.”

Her eyes opened, and she focused on Lucien’s dark eyes. His pupils held only a hint of a frightening crimson hue. He gripped her ass, holding her up as he continued to fuck her, and the rubbing of his body on her clit and his thick shaft filling her were too much. Her body exploded with invisible fire, and her senses shattered as she came. She was dimly aware of him ramming into her over and over, jackhammering toward a desperate climax. For long seconds, they remained fused together, bodies dripping wet from sweat and the water still running down.

“Fuck.” Lucien buried his face against her neck. His body trembled as he slowly let her go, and she landed on shaky legs. She used the shower wall for much-needed support as she caught her breath. She couldn’t shake the images or sensations of what she’d experienced when she kissed him, that sense of falling from grace and the unbearable agony and pain at losing her wings…hiswings. It was his memory, not hers, yet she felt it as though it had been her own.

Lucien jerked the shower nozzle toward his chest, covering himself in the spray, and then after a second he glanced her way, his black gaze unreadable. Suddenly he vanished.

“Are you kidding me?” She groaned and shoved her face beneath the shower spray and sighed. Her body still trembled with little aftershocks. He’d just fucked her and then vanished. A flush of shame rolled through her, and her eyes burned with tears, but she held them back. She finished showering, washing off his scent, the ghostly feel of his touch, everything.

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