She's up to something.

That was the first thought that came to Lucifer's sleep-addled brain when he felt the warmth of his wife's body move from his. He smiled outwardly at the beautiful sound of that word in his mind.

Wife.

"I wonder what you're dreaming of to have that cute smile on your lips."

He can feel her movements on the bed. She leaned towards him and placed a slow kiss on his lips. Her hands were now tangled in his messy hair as she brushed her body over his. He moaned when her uncovered mound slid across his now hardened cock. "Ami."
A whisper was all he could produce before she deepened her kiss. The only thing that separated them was the cream-colored negligee she had purchased recently. Her reveal of new purchases always ended with him between her thick thighs. 

"Good morning, my love," she said against his lips. Lucifer moved his hands along her legs and up her thighs. He didn't rush; he was following her lead. Amara ended the kiss to sit upright on his waist. The cotton sheet fell softly behind her; he opened his eyes slowly in time to see that scene. It was so erotic that it looked orchestrated. The sheet was like a removed backdrop to the revealed room behind her. The morning sun shone through the drapes, giving the room a soft glow. That ethereal view played against the beauty above him. The nightgown was the perfect contrast to his wife's mocha-toned skin. Amara tucked her dark hair under her silk wrap, which was even sexy to Lucifer. It gave him an unbothered view of her beautiful face. Her eyes were filled with a heat he was now feeling in his body.

"Good morning, baby," he said over a deep exhale.

Amara laughed softly. She knew how affected he was. His eyes tracked everything she did. Going to her knees, she reached behind her and wrapped her hand around his cock. His body jolted in reaction to her touch. This was one of the discoveries of her husband Amara loved. The first day they met, his body reacted the same. 
Lucifer opened his mouth to call out to her, but it only came out as a gasp. A warm, slick heat slid down his cock slowly with slight trembling from this woman's body stopped him. His large hands were now on her waist. She laughed once more when his grip tightened, and the throbbing began when she slid to the hilt of cock. 

"Beautiful," she said softly. 

To his ears, it was all seductive and punishing. Amara kept her position on her knees as she removed the garment and revealed her body to him. His eyes greedily took her in; they paused at the junction they were connected; it was stunning. She leaned forward again, arching her back to create a dip he loved. She placed a kiss on his neck, which changed into a mark of possession. Lucifer forcefully grabbed her ass when her mark affected him more than it should. Up, he thrust into her to give a momentary release. 
"Don't hold back." 

That was her command.

"Ami." His entire body moved to her words. His fingers were deeply pressed into her lush ass, moving under his grip as he plunged into her heat harshly from below. Bliss rushed throughout his body; his eyes closed upon the impact when she tightened her grip around his cock and began to fuck him into abandon.
"You're killing me, baby." His words were hoarse when he spoke. Amara wrapped her arms around him and went faster; he kept up with her actions while keeping her on him. They can hear how slick it was between them. 
One of her hands was now in his hair, keeping his head in the crook of her neck. They both held each other tightly. Their heated breaths and moans tangled with the slapping of their thighs against each other and their juices overflowing from their joining. 
She screamed his name when his nails dug into her flesh, matching the sharp bite on her shoulder. He pushed into her harshly, unable to keep his control. Then, holding onto her, he flipped their bodies and quickly wrapped her legs around his waist. 

"Keep up." Lucifer braced himself on his knees while holding her on his waist. Faster. Harder. 

Where did all this energy come from? 

He was bewitched. He became greedy. He wanted it all. He needed to possess her. Her heat. Her scent. Her lush body. The hold she had on him. He fucked her without restraint. There was something in his mind saying to give it all to her. 

Her thighs were shaking, her stomach burned, and her waist moved at the fast pace her husband took. Her cries of pleasure filled the sex-scented air. Lucifer muffled his cries on her shoulder when her nails left their marks on his back. It was hard to breathe, but the chase was worth it. She could feel him throbbing in her; his girth was getting thicker, pushing against her insides. She wanted him to fill her up. She begged him to do so. Her pleadings were shaky in his ear; he answered her cries. Unlocking her arms from around him, he pushed her to the bed to get deeper into her. Her breasts bounced with every push. Her eyes shone with tears, and her lips were swollen from the rough kisses he stole from her through his uncontrollable moment. Back arched, he can see the movement of his cock in her. He placed his hand where he reached into her stomach and let it all go. Pinching her swollen clit, she too surrendered to her release. Their bodies shook against each other. Tears she held back flowed down her face with that beaming smile. 

He filled her up until her core couldn't hold anymore. His seed was spilling out of her even when he slowed his thrusts. She can feel his eyes on her. Their bodies had a heavy sheen of sweat that matched their labored breathing. The messy bed had the scent of their lovemaking. Lucifer gingerly removed her trembling legs from his waist and lowered himself onto her body. A heavy shudder ran through his body when he moved within her. His cock throbbed when it released in her, reacting to her tightening around it in response. 
"Wife." 

Amara teared up when she heard that word on his lips. He held her tenderly, with his hands memorizing once more her curvy body. His defined body against her softness felt perfect; it felt right. Closing her eyes, she listened to his racing heartbeat and gave in to his soft caress. Still connected, sleep was welcomed with loving silence. 
"Mon Rayon De Soliel."

His low French accent was a lullaby when he whispered his pet name for her. How can she not love her husband, Lucifer Delacourde? Her dark angel.

An hour later found the two in the shower, tending to each other with eyes filled with so much love. "Did I hurt you?" he asked with concern. She flinched when he washed between her legs. It was an action that made him worry. "It's okay. It's bearable."
Washing her body, he knelt before her and placed one of her legs on his shoulder. His tongue was hot on her freshly cleaned folds. Using the tip, he outlined her mound before dipping inside to taste her juices. She was already affected by him. Lucifer avoided her swollen clit and focused on lapping up her juices. Amara held his head steady and moved slowly on his probing tongue. "Deeper," she ordered. He did so without bringing his lips into play. Plunging his tongue in and out and feeling the walls of her cunt was enough for him. His woman fucked his tongue while he pleasured himself on the shower floor.
"FUCK! LUKE!"

Her shout was a  sign of her juices overflowing in his mouth and him working faster to catch up. Swallowing what she blessed him with, he freed her from his hold and gently pushed her away. On his knees, Lucifer pleasured himself for his wife to see. Her eyes had that look of power over him. He welcomed that look. "My wife," he whimpered. She stood before him like the queen she was. Her name was on repeat on his lips. He doubled over and released his load on the floor. His body was so low that it touched her feet. The position he was in mimicked the place his heart was in. His entire being was hers to have. 

He was hers and only hers.

Amara seemed to be emotional that morning. Watching her husband be so vulnerable made her heart ache in happiness. If anyone were to see this man with a dominant presence in this position, they would think she had him by the nose. Instead, Lucifer loved her with his entire being, and that brought more tears to her eyes. How many stories did she hear of unfaithful boyfriends or husbands at work? Back in college, she saw how different her relationship with him was from other couples. Some even tried to mess with her mind with their honey-covered advice. How can she give up this man?

"Lucifer."

He raised his head at the call of his name. His smile said everything he wanted to say. He lowered his head once more; this time, it was to kiss her feet and continue to worship her body with open-mouth kisses till they were both at eye level. "I am in love with you."
She couldn't respond because she feared that her cries would be heard. So instead, he took a fiery kiss to end their morning of heavy romance and start a great day for them both. 

In the chauffeured car hours later, Lucifer had her by his side as he responded to emails and messages. One that stood out was from his little brother.

'Only you and father can think of such a gift. It's a great upgrade from the last one. Thank you. I'm having fun here in Pasadena. So please don't worry too much. I've found it.'

"Found it?" he asked aloud.

Amara had her head on his shoulder as he worked; she could see Eros's message and understand the last part. She had a conversation with him a few days ago when he requested specific nurses from the family-owned hospital for a minimum of three months. 

"What did you find on the first day of your high school senior year?" she asked with a hidden smile.

"You." He answered with no hesitation. It clicked as to what his brother was saying. Lucifer had the widest grin on his face when he understood it all. Eros found his other half.

"It's not Shaun, after all. Wow!"

It wasn't a hidden fact that MMA fighter and the second young master had a special relationship. However, they were all waiting for the two to confirm their relations publicly.
"Eros knew he wasn't the right one for Shaun. I think they both knew. It wouldn't be fair to either of them. Someone new is needed for each of them. Mama said the same. It all came down to emotional level and acceptance." Amara had quite a few conversations with Arianna when the topic of Eros popped up. His sole decision to travel that year was a good move; it helped him a lot. He's now able to understand different emotions and feelings on his own. That realization led him to realize what Shaun was struggling with and needed. It also helped him know what he wanted in a long-term partner beyond sexual compatibility. 

"That's a huge step. I'm glad our worries for him are dwindling. I guess we can only support him from afar."

"You will still be worried about him," Amara quipped. She placed her chin on his arm as she took in his side profile and witnessed firsthand the bitter smile that shows up when he worries about his siblings.

"Is it silly to think that my brother is one of the best guys in the world?" Lucifer forced his laugh but the words that prelude that laugh were understandable.

"You're worried he will be rejected or encounter some sort of public hate due to his sexuality."

"You know me so well, my Ami," he responded quietly. He quickly kissed her lips before replying to Eros's message. "I will always worry about him, along with Jeannie and Reese. It's part of my duty as the eldest." His voice was low but held so much emotion in them. Were there any words to ease his mind? Amara hugged his arm a bit tighter, then stayed quiet by his side. That was all she could do at that moment.

"But I can also cheer him on."

~~

Pasadena

Excitement. High Expectation. Dominance. Satisfaction.

They were all coming back to him. It's been a while since he had fun like this. They were currently at his club, on the third floor, watching the first half of the young master's game begin. To confirm the information they've gathered on the selected 'game pieces, Eros had to do his information gathering personally. Jaejin's unannounced fiance was the first one. In the e-file with her basic information on the first page, Eros read over the unofficial comments about the girl and his older brother's take on the heiress. A relaxed tongue flows freely -  the past and present bodyguards unjustly fired by the Macallis family had a lot to say about Sherida. A few drinks, a comfortable atmosphere, and great food allowed him to gain information. They discussed her attitude, her orders, her partners, and also her standing with her father. On the outside, she was the perfect person to be the next head of the family, but her father was looking for a proxy or the perfect 'son-in-law.' This is where Min Jaejin's presence was needed. The two fathers agreed on the business engagement without the parties' permission. Sherida accepted it after reading Jaejin's file, looking at his photos, and doing a few investigations on him. To her, he was the perfect man to have on her arm. 

Eros was annoyed when everything was laid out. Three people saw the guy as a pawn for their long-term satisfaction, and they didn't care how they treated him as long as they got the right results. 
Does he know? Does he know how many ploys are working around him while he works so hard to have a life he can dictate on his own?
The young Delacourde recalled Adam's words. 'Jin may seem unaffected by the happenings around him, but he's worried and hopeful at the same time. After hearing him out,  I think he expects his pops to give him his freedom without all the gimmicks.'

"I don't think that's possible," he muttered. 

'Patron- Sherida Macallis Identified. New entry created. Patron made no purchases. '

The AI announced the young lady's entrance and followed her movements through the 360 cameras on the first floor. It was easy to get her to choose his club for a night out with her selected few. Adam's profile of her was helpful. 
- Popular. Affluent. Entitled. Sly. Hot-tempered. Being relevant is her full-time job besides dominating wherever she is. Her influence among the privileged on-campus is strong; many guys want her, while the girls who see through her veil despise her. Sherida thinks she's the typical queen bee. Any new trends are hers to claim, whether it's fashion or the latest eatery.

The question of why she wants Jaejin was also answered.

- Oh. He doesn't know it or doesn't care, but he's one of the campus' top five. Girls love his mellow vibe and exotic beauty. Don't quote me on that, it's on the girls' website. It's a blog dedicated to those Top five and other dudes they simp over. Things he does, what he wears, and candid shots are all on the site. He's a dude the girls want, so in Sherida's mind, he is her possession to claim. 

"It'll be interesting to see how she reacts to more options."

On the ground floor, Sherida took her first look at the nightclub everyone around had been talking about for the past few days. She expected a smelly, cramped club that most college kids deemed 'hot,' but this was beyond her expectations. The lines were short, the bouncer and doorman were respectful and professional, and the initial service was high-end.
 The entryway was coat service and another security check; it was a quiet and comfortable area to get acclimated to the club. That calm was broken when the double doors automatically opened. A different atmosphere was created. Soft-lighted regions of different colors surrounded the dancefloor, lively and full of patrons enjoying the DJ's music selection. The floor wasn't sticky; it was carpeted and housed tables with elegant stools or booths for your entire entourage. 

"Find us good seats." Sherida gave the short order to one of the girls she brought with her. The four girls in her following came out of their stupor and mimicked their friend's elegant posture. The silently chosen errand girl for the night left them and searched for a spot large enough for five. Near the platform bar, she saw a booth with a gentleman sitting by his lonesome and fiddling with his phone. She was nervous in approaching him. He looked to be around his twenties, possibly in her age group, but he seemed more mature than most. She looked around once more before returning to the booth. The guy was still alone. 
"Ummm, excuse me?"

The music became softer to the booth, and that area was now bearable for conversation. "Excuse me, sir!" she called out again.
The man raised his head and smiled her way. "Yes?"
Her legs shook by the impact of his smile and good looks. His messy brown hair and light beard played into his rugged demeanor. The suit he wore doesn't fit him, she thought. To her, jeans and a hoodie were the better looks for him. 
"Sorry for being a bother but are you sitting here alone? My friends and I are looking for a spot to start our night off," she answered.

"Oh. I'm waiting on a few friends. Unfortunately, I'm a bit early. You and your friends can have this booth if you're okay with my presence for a bit." His tone was gracious, and his words had no hidden innuendo.

"Thank you."
The man watched the girl hurriedly make her way back to her friends. Then, his smile disappeared as he quickly texted his team leader a tricky question. 
'The young master said you can multitask, but don't fuck with his plans.' The reply was instant. How sweet of his boss to allow him to put a dent in his non-existent love life, he thought to himself. 

"Here it is. Hi. I'm back. These are my friends."

The girl, a petite brunette with soft brown eyes, came to stand before the man in a cute pose he usually saw in historical dramas. Adorable, he thought. Rising to his feet, he greeted the girls one by one. He welcomed the brunette first and stoically greeted the others, including the one with the expensive, flashy clothes. "Have a seat. Is it your first time here?" he asked. The brunette's name was Rian. Under the houselights, he saw the sparse dotting of freckles across her cheeks; Ivan added another adorable feature to her name. 
"Yes. We heard about it on campus. It's more exclusive than I thought," she gushed.

"My friends visited here last March when they were in the state. I just moved here, so this is their way of introducing the nightlife to me," he said, placing his attention on her even more.

"Oh. Welcome to Pasadena. I'm from Santa Monica but going to college here. I couldn't bear to leave the west coast, plus the career path I want is ..."

"Rian, can you go order us some drinks, please?" The saccharine-sweet voice made Ivan irritable. She rudely cut into their conversation, and it added to his annoyance. Why does the young master want details on this woman? It's clear as day by her attitude. Finally, he turned to the little pink princess and smiled. 
"This club is different from most. You don't need to go to the bar for drinks. Instead, servers make their rounds on the two floors and take your orders."

"Wouldn't that be a hassle for the girls?" one of the other group members asked.

"Why would it be? That's their job," Sherida quipped.

"It's not a hassle for them. You'll see why." Once again, Ivan subtly dismissed her with a few polite words and a firm tone. 
She was about to say something, but a male server approached them. "Hello, Welcome to Le Desir. I'm Armand and your server for the night. We pride ourselves in designated drinking, meaning your night will go worry-free when you choose a designated drinker for your party. That person and I will keep track of your night until you leave."

"Wow. That is impressive."

"I heard about this from the guys."

"Who's the designated drinker? Certainly not me. I came to get wasted."

Sherida cleared her throat. The girls silenced themselves quickly. "Rian, you found this great spot; why don't you place our orders for the night since you have an eye for quality things." It may sound like praise between friends, but you can hear the thinly veiled order. Rian understood the underlying words as one who has been in the group for a while. She was the one to do their bidding and pay for the night.

"Uh... Umm... Okay."

"Great. Do you have your phone with you? Scan our club's code, giving you access to our patron menu. Select my name along with your table, then enter your needs. I will receive your order on my device and serve you right away. The wifi connection is safe and secure," Armand informed them. He offered his device to Rian, who followed the steps smoothly; she was amazed by the height of professionalism at the club. Ivan gave her advice on drinks to try; his low voice in her ear made her blush as she placed her order then for her friends. 

"Thank you. It won't be long," the server said before leaving the table.

"Mr. Ivan, where are these friends you're waiting on?" Sherida asked. She didn't like the way the man was clinging to plain jane Rian. The girl had no idea that the man interested in her probably had a huge bank account. She recognized the designer suit, the watch on his wrist, and the jeweled chain around his neck. They were all things big spenders wear. She was also miffed that he didn't put her in his sight. She was above these girls she had with her. They can only dream of being in her position in life. 

"They're on their way. Clearance took a while."

"Clearance?" Rian asked innocently.

"Yes. My friends flew in from overseas a while ago. I was excited to meet up, so I came here before them."

"That's nice. Have you all..."

"Where do you work?" Sherida interjected.

"Sherida!" one of the girls hissed. The sweet girl facade was crumbling further as the minutes flew by. When attention is not on her, she can feel her superiority slipping. 

"It's okay. I'm..."

"IVAN! THERE YOU ARE!" 

Right on time.

The person who called out his name was one of his many brothers in arms. Turning in the direction he heard his name, he quickly got out of the booth and approached the incoming blonde with a bright smile. Three other men were behind him, walking at a moderate pace. Two shared genuine happy smiles with him while the other opted to watch over them all. That guy has always been like this. Who can blame him? He was their big brother. 
"As loud as ever. You're looking great. Is everything okay? How was the trip?" Ivan asked, holding the blonde at arm's length.

"Why do you only ask me that question? I'm truly okay. I wasn't lying over the phone. You worry as much as Kei."

"He's right, Ivan. Come now. We are together for a few months before we head back." This came from one of the dark-haired siblings. They were a year apart but moved more like twins. 

"If you're through with your greetings, we should head up. It's not nice to create a fuss where people are moving about. Thank you for waiting, Ivan." 
The four men stopped their idle chatter and dutifully composed themselves. Sherida saw his effect on them and thought him to be a perfect catch for her. He was the leader and possibly in a higher position than them.
"Mr. Ivan, why don't you introduce your friends to us. We were your temporary companions after all," she called out. Her eyes were on the man with hair as red as a raging wildfire; his sharp features made him hard to approach, but a cold male beauty. The tailored black suit laid immaculately on his body, and the jeweled tie pin, cuff links, and the ear-cuff on his left ear caught Sherida's eye. She recognized the top designer items instantly. The young heirs she met during high society gatherings wore similar accessories to the man; their tongues wag when they purchase limited items that only their pockets can reach.

The man she called out now displayed a stiff expression on his face. The self-invite was there in her words. One of her friends was weakly admonishing her for her rudeness and crushing of social etiquette, but she was ignored. Sherida was one to take what she wanted, nothing would ever stop her. 
"You are rather a bold one."

The redhead spoke in a moderate low tone. Each word was enunciated, setting the atmosphere with one sentence. Sherida stood and adapted a sultry pose when she leaned heavily on the table. 
"I think of it as going for what I want."

"Is that so? I wish you luck in your endeavor. Ivan, five minutes," the redhead said before walking away. A uniformed woman approached him and escorted him to the second floor. 
Back at the booth, Ivan introduced his friends to the girls and then focused on Rian. "Can I have your number? I would like to see you in a much better setting than this," he said for her ears only.

"S-sure." Her hands shook when she pulled up the bar code for her contact details on her device. This was the first time a man approached her without fawning over Sherida at first. They were usually second helpings to men who the heiress rejected. 
"Thank you, Rian. I'll see you soon." Ivan saved her number and sent a quick message to her in her presence. 
    'Enjoy yourself tonight. I'll foot the bill. Let me be your dance partner for at least one song.'
When she raised her head, he and his friends were escorted to the second floor.

"What did he say to you?" Sherida asked sharply.

"Nothing." 

"Whatever men like him say anything to girls is to take advantage of their innocence. You already look like a country bumpkin virgin. He probably saw you as an easy target to get laid tonight. I'm only telling you the truth about society. Men like that are out of your league."

Rian's hand shook under the table; she felt her confidence plummet with Sherida's advice. All she could do was smile and play it off. "I know that. Thanks, Sherida."

Their order came, in addition, light snacks were given to have with the potent drinks. The girls wanted to experience the liveliness of the dance floor, but their 'friend' began to whine about how bored she was, even when they suggested going for a few dances.
 Men approached their booth, inviting them to dance or have little chats, but they were chased away by Sherida's interruptions and rude comments. This went on for an hour and a half. Her annoyance level was high. No one was paying attention to her, the girls' comments were becoming robotic and messed with her demeanor. She chose these four to come to the club because they were society's average girls. No outstanding features were on them, and their background was below humble. Her motive was to show them the other side of life where people dominated the scene, but things weren't going to plan. 
Sipping on the expensive drink she placed on the tab, Sherida smirked when she saw the longing looks in the girls' eyes. She kept a lid on the laugh that was bubbling in her throat. It was amusing to see them like this. It put things in perspective of how blessed she was. Her gaze landed on each one and stopped on Rian. The brunette's head was lowered and light from her cell phone placed the right amount of light on her face. That blushing smile only meant one thing - that guy was talking to her. 
"Rian, is anything wrong?" 

The brunette was startled; she clutched the phone tightly before responding to Sherida.

"Everything is fine. Are you okay? We can all try having fun on the dancefloor. What do you think?" Rian suggested. It was unlike the brunette to be so proactive. Something was up. 

"I do need to stretch my legs a bit. This club is a letdown."

The girls around her scampered out of the booth, barely containing their relief and excitement to do what one does at a club. 

To enjoy yourself.

Sherida took the lead, sashaying her ass and creating a path to the center of the dancefloor. She pulled one of the girls towards her and began to dance coquettishly. The men she eyed on the outskirts of the dancefloor were her target. It was time to show them how to snag a man. The other girls forgot about her and were already partnered with the guys who had visited them earlier. One was waiting for the girl with Sherida with a patient look on his face. 
After three songs that anyone can let loose without a partner, a piece began that warranted a partner.
The dub remix of Elley Duhe's Middle of the Night began. The mood changed from wild and carefree to intimate and playful for the couples. The guy approached the two and smoothly whisked away SHerida's dance partner, leaving her in the middle of everyone happily dancing. In her peripheral, she spotted Rian being spun around by Ivan. That was the reason for her suggestion. Both had the look of a budding romance on their face. How dare they make a fool of her?
 She clenched her fists in anger and embarrassment. Then, lowering her head, she made way to leave, but a sizeable coarse hand gently tugged her back to them; he was a stranger to her. He deftly led her into the upbeat dance that was now playing. 
"Why is such a beauty wearing such a harsh frown on her face?" Her dance partner had to lower his head to reach her ear. He pulled her body against his and heard the hitch in her breathing, then the tightened grip on his broad shoulder. The only man to show her the attention she craved all night slowly moved his dark eyes from the woman's slender neck to the second floor, where a stoic redhead stood. He smirked when the man gave him a majestic nod of his head and disappeared into the private booth. 

"A bad start to the night," Sherida replied sullenly.

"I should have come sooner. Why don't we restart the night, little princess?"

She created a small distance between them to look at her partner under the house lights. Black eyes glittered like black diamonds with equally black hair mimicking a starless night. His descent was prominent in his looks, and his body showed hours of being under a strict regimen. He had the face of a bad boy main character in a smut book. 
"I'm Sherida Macallis," she offered with a slow smile on her lips. 

On the third floor, the second young master received the message from one of the leading players for the night. 'Completed.'
He looked at the screen with Sherida and her friend dancing intimately within the now excited crowd. 
So much for only having eyes for her fiance. 

Back on the dancefloor, the man chuckled softly when the woman in his arms brushed her soft chest against his. "Are you here with someone? Any significant other I have to be wary of?"

"No. None of the above," she answered. Her slender fingers played with the ends of his hair and then created a trail from his neck to his waist over the white Henley he wore. He didn't miss her touch on the thin platinum necklace he wore. She was appraising his appearance in her way. 

"Perfect. I'm Noir Guerra, your companion for the night."

Aren't there always more options for one to pick?