Page 55 of Crush's Fall

“Okay. You’ve told me. Now… stop saying it.”

Lucifer snatched the brush from where it landed across the room and made his way into the bathroom. Walking up to her, he handed it over. Gazing into her eyes, he replied, “I won’t stop saying it, but I can stop saying itfor now… as soon as you admit that you feel the same way about me.”

She glared up at him. “What if I don’t?”

“You do.”

“You don’t know what I feel.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, I do.”

She continued to glare at him for a long moment before she huffed out a breath and turned away from him. Shoving her brush into a draw of the vanity, she mumbled, “Fine. I fucking love you, too.”

Lucifer grinned and smacked her ass. “Good girl.” He just barely dodged her fist when she turned around and swung at him. Proud of himself for being quick enough to make her miss with the first swing, he wasn’t prepared when she swung with her other hand and caught him in his left eye.

“Fuck!” He covered his face with his hand and bent down as pain radiated through his face and head. “That fucking hurt.”

“You deserved that.” With his uncovered eye, he watched her bare feet walk out of the bathroom. “I’ll get you some ice, you damn baby.”

Even though his face was throbbing, he couldn’t stop the grin from growing on his face. He felt like the luckiest man alive.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Crush

Aftergettingdressedandicing his eye a bit to bring down the swelling, they decided to grab food from the diner before they addressed everything else that needed to be talked about. The bruising on the outside of his eye wasn’t too bad, but there was a noticeable red area on his actual eye. She felt a little bad about hitting him, but she wouldn’t tell him that.

Everything was fine while they waited for their food, but she should have known better than to think they would make it out of the diner without questions.

“What happened to your eye?”

At Kitty’s question, Crush winced and shot a glare at Lucifer to let him know to keep his mouth shut. Of course, the fucker didn’t. Grinning back at her, he opened his mouth and answered, “I told Crush that I love her.”

Kitty snorted a laugh. “You seem happy about that.”

“Oh, I am. It wasn’t the mark I wanted, but it’ll do.”

Crush flipped him off and snatched the bag with their to-go containers off of the counter. Not waiting for Lucifer, she turned and stormed out of the back door of the diner, heading for her place.

She heard him chuckling behind her as she climbed the stairs. Ignoring him, she entered her place and approached the island. Setting the bag on the top, she began to pull out the containers, full intent on not acknowledging his amusement or presence.

Crush felt him against her back before she felt his breath on her neck. She internally cursed at the way her body trembled and ached to have him inside her again. When her tiger began to purr and swish its tail, she told it to shut the hell up.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“Being pissed at me.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.” He nipped at her earlobe. “So, stop. Or don’t. I can still fuck you while you’re pissed.” He ran the tip of his nose along the outside edge of her ear. “On second thought, stay pissed. It will only make the fucking better.”

Crush swallowed hard and pretended he wasn’t having an effect on her, but the truth was her pussy was wet and her nipples were hard from just the sound of his voice. She couldn’t let him know that, though. Why? She no longer knew why, but that wasn’t going to change anything.

After setting out their food, she flipped the top off her chicken chili and picked up a spoon. “Grab me a pop from the fridge, will ya?”

Chuckling again, Lucifer did as she asked. The second he stepped away from her, her tiger began to whimper. Fuck. It was like she was strung out on his touch, desperate for her next hit, yearning for the oblivion of a climax only he could give her.

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