"you had me touching on your body, telling me you belong to nobody"

PLAZA — "all mine"

warning: mentions of mental and physical abuse at the beginning of the chapter.

"They kept checking and checking," the women speaks on the TV "but he stopped breathing instantly, dying by the lost of blood now surrounding his body."

"Lovely." Ada says with disgust as she's chilling in the couch behind me. I lay on the floor with Ryker by my side, who's as focused and interested in the documentary playing as me.

"We could've never seen it coming," another woman who's being interviewed answers "she was just... a nice lady. Always smiling and checking in on people, I could've... I could've never imagined her doing something like this. Never."

"I mean," I talk like she can hear me "for the way that she was so suddenly obsessed with knifes... she was thinking all along about doing it."

"What did she do?" Ryker asks me since he started watching the documentary half way.

"She cut her husband's balls. He cheated."

"You just—" Because of Ryker's sudden pause, I turn to him finding concern in his eyes. "You just said that like it's the most normal thing ever."

I shrug my shoulders going back to the TV, watching how they're now showing the crime scene. "I've seen worst."

Ada brings her face closer to the side of mine. "Worst that a man with chopped off balls?!" I hear her loud words shaking my brain.

I just simply nod, gaining an even more intrigued Ryker beside me. "Like what?"

"A woman who was stabbed fifty times." I remember her, it was the first real case that I ever worked on since the beginning. Hearing interview after interview, going to the crime scene after it happened and catching up with true agents that had been working on the field since before I was even alive. Exciting as it sounds.

"Fifty?!" Ryker asks with surprise in his words. Sometimes I forget that for some people these kind of stuff isn't... normal.

Ada is definitely left without words, I can't hear her no longer behind me. My head nods, bringing the memory back to me. "I saw her stomach... and everything that was inside of her."

Ryker slowly shakes his head in disbelief as he goes back to the TV.

One of the things that I love about what I study, is hearing and seeing the reactions of people when I talk about it. Ryker is one of my favorites so far. "I'm glad I choose to learn how to build houses." I can't help but laugh and go back to the TV.

"The woman herself called the police, and for the way that she talked, it was the proof of no remorse for what she had done to her husband."

"What if you have to talk to the murder?" Ryker gets my attention. "Would you do it?"

I nod. "I was in the room with one once." I can't believe the human eye can go that wide. Ryker also opens his mouth as if I just told him I killed someone, not being able to believe the words coming out of my mouth. Like he just had seen a ghost.

"What? When?!"

"Last year, my professor chose me to go with him. We both heard an FBI agent doing an interview."

"And who was it?"

My mouth can't wait to let out that answer to see the look on his face. Building the tension, I wait in silence bringing myself closer towards him to be able to whisper it. My eyes look around like I don't want anyone hearing it, as if someone did, the horrors that could follow may lead into trouble.

I do watch a lot of crime fiction.

"The man who did the fifty stabbings." I finally let out to see how Ryker's eyes go wide open just like before. A breath cuts out of his mouth causing his hand to fly towards his chest as the surprise and shook rushes through his veins. The ghost walked again.

I fucking love this. My mouth has to prevent itself from letting out a laugh at Ryker's face keeping the tension I built. "Weird." He finally says.

I shake my head, smiling. "Fascinating."

"Do you regret it?" The woman on the TV speaks again, now doing the personal interview.

The shot changes allowing me to see the woman who's the reason of the documentary. Her hair is all pulled up in a bun where it lets her face to be seen in every detail, how her eyes move around the woman in front of her like she's trying to tell if she's real. The corner of her cheek moves as if she's biting it from the inside, her nostrils breath relaxed just like her body seems, except for her fingers, which touch each other playing all the nerves and speed of her heart away. Soon, she lets out a smile ready to answer the question.

"No, I don't. That motherfucker had it coming, he mentally and physically abused me for years. Me finding out he cheated was the drop that tilted the glass filled with water."

"And that night," the interviewer speak again, but the shot stays the same "when you did it, what was going through your head?"

She doesn't wait to turn the corner of her lips into a grin, her eyes stay put bringing the memory of that night back to them, seeing it like a movie. "That I wanted him dead." She replies, with no hint of sadness or even regret of what she had done.

"Disturbing." My mouth lets out before I can even thinking about it.

"Usually when people say that word" Ryker's words bring my eyes to him "they don't say it with a smile."

Oh, shit.

I am smiling.

"I guess I got way into it." I shrug my shoulders.

"Now, if we take a good look to the body—"

"On that note—," Ada jumps out of the couch and heads back to her room "I'm gonna go study!"

"Good luck!" I yell back when Ryker and I get left alone in the room.

My eyes don't go back to the TV, instead, they stay in Ryker. The way that he's so focused on the screen, how it shows the lifeless body and what it's left, brings nothing but a hilarious idea to my head. He looks like he's watching a horror movie and the killer just walked into the house, silence surrounding us making the far noise of the clock ticking the only thing rising in the room. My eyes go down to his chest to see his tense breathing, his fingers wrapped around each other and his eyes extremely focused on the TV... on loud noise and it's all over for him.

Oh... no. My finger has a life of its own... and it's moving towards Ryker's shoulder.

"Ryker!" I yell as soon as my fingertip strongly pushes his body. He jumps immediately letting out an acute scream as he moves away from me, with his eyes wide open.

"Jesus—!"

I can't help but burst out in laughter at his sudden expression, like a scared dog. "Your face!"

"Lilith," I hear Ada screaming from her room "don't kill my boyfriend please!"

"I won't promise shit!"

Ryker goes back to my side now with his breathing back to normal, even if in his eyes, I can still see the sudden jump from seconds ago. "The day that you don't traumatise me I'm gonna make a party."

"I wouldn't tell people about it, don't want anyone getting excited." Ryker shaking his head, he looks down defeated.

Did I push it too hard?

Maybe.

"You know that I do it because I like you, right?" I say gaining his eyes on mine. He doesn't look frustrated anymore, instead, I can see a bit of hope in them.

"You do?"

"You make Ada happy and that's all that matters to me."

He nods, giving me a smile. "I care a lot about her."

"I know."

"And if you like me, that means a lot. She really appreciates you too."

"I know that too."

"Are you still gonna traumatise me?"

I nod. "Dude, that's the whole being liked by me experience." Shaking his shoulder, I give him a genuine smile. Maybe being not so mean to him won't hurt me.

But it's fun...

Locating my water bottle behind him, I let out a long sigh when the words want to fly already out of my mouth. "But— if you ever break her heart, I just want you to know that I'm gonna be the one who's gonna convince her to sleep with your dad or your best friend." Ryker stays still processing my words. I'm never gonna get tired of this. "You need to be nice to me too."

"You need help with something?" He whispers out.

"Can you pass me my water bottle?"

I sigh of relief escapes his mouth before taking the bottle to my hands. "You know, you could've just began with that question."

I shrug my shoulders giving him a innocent smile. "For the future."

"Well," he gets up "before you traumatise me again... I have to get to work. Ada, baby, I'm leaving!"

Like a spell was called on her, Ada appears in the room with a huge excited smile on her face. "Guess who just heard about a party?" She waves her phone as she approaches me.

"Weren't you studying?"

"Studying... checking if there's a party to go to— same thing."

Giving Ryker a kiss on the lips before sitting down beside me, Ada lets her arm go around my shoulders to bring me closer. I know she's about to convince to go to this party. "See you later," Ryker finally walks towards the door "you girls have fun if you go out."

"We always do!"

"To getting wasted and being whores!" I excitedly lift my hand into the air, but when both of them stare at me with their eyebrows lifted, I correct myself: "To getting wasted and me being a whore!"

I hear a little laugh escaping Ryker's mouth. "Bye girls."

"Bye bye!" Finally, Ada turning to see like she's ready to accomplish her mission of the night, she lifts an eyebrow and stares at me with the sweetest smile I know very well. The same smile she gave me when she wanted me to watch the Notebook for the tenth time with her.

"What, Ada?"

"Do you want to go?" She asks me as if she's a little girl asking for a doll.

"I don't know," I shrug my shoulders "I still have to see this man and his chopped off balls."

"C'mon! Don't be a grandma!"

Grandma?!

"Ouch."

"What?"

"Ada accusing me of being a grandma? What has the world come to?"

Getting even closer to my body, Ada turns her sweet smile into a cheeky one. Something not so good is about to come. "Lucifer might be there."

Hey, look at that, I was right.

"Why would you say that? Now I strongly don't want to go."

Rolling her eyes, Ada gently pushes my shoulder. "Just fuck him again already!"

"I—" My tongue gets tangled. "Ada!"

"What?! I can't be the one who encourages you to fuck people?"

"Yes you can, but it was super weird coming from you!"

"Don't you want to have fun tonight?"

"Don't threaten me with a good night, Cameron. Besides, isn't there a movie you want to watch tonight?"

Rolling her eyes at my ways of changing the conversation, Ada ignores my comment and approaches me even further. "Wouldn't it be nice to turn all that hate you guys have for each other into something that would allow you two to have a good time?"

Yes, it would.

Trust me, Ada.

Maybe she's right, like she always is, and going to that party to have a fun night isn't a bad idea and it may turn into a night filled with happy memories... or just Lucifer and I ripping each other's clothes after a fight. Either way, it couldn't hurt. But now that I think about, for the way that we left each other yesterday, I don't think he's gonna be up for it.

"I think he's mad at me." I'm finally let out.

"Isn't he always?"

Good point.

"Damian called me."

Ada's eyes go wide open and suddenly grabs my arm like she's begging for my mouth to talk more. "What?!"

"And Lucifer saw it, that's why I think he's mad at me. He went on and on about how I shouldn't be involved with him, and I think I joked a bit too much which lead to him don't liking it. And, honestly, I take full offence to that, I'm hilarious."

"Did you answer it?" I shake my head. "Why do you think he called you?"

"I don't know and I don't give a shit." Getting up from the floor as I let out a long sigh, the feeling of needing alcohol inside my system shakes my stomach. All of these empty questions that I have going around in my mind troubles me and to be honest, I don't even know why I'm caring so much. "You know what? Yes, let's go to that party. I want a couple of shots."

Ada follows me as she lifts an eyebrow, followed by a happy smile. "A couple?"

I nod giving her the same smile. Maybe more. "A couple."

She hands me her hand for me to shake. "To being a respectful whore?"

I take it. "To being a whore. The last one to be ready buys the drinks!" I quickly let go of her hand to run towards my room, hearing nothing but a complain sound from Ada.

Dress?

A skirt?

I stare at my wardrobe in complete confusion. What the fuck do I wear?

Suddenly my brain in blank, all of my black clothes seem to have become one and I can't ever remember a piece of clothing I own. Not right now!

"Wait—!" I hear Ada yelling from her room as the sound of her clothes being thrown to the floor follows her. "So you said Lucifer is mad at you because Damian called you?"

"Yes! Hey, what are you gonna wear? Dress or pants?" Maybe if I get an answer from her my brain would automatically start planning an outfit.

Is that cheating?

"Lilith."

Let's start with the weather? It's starting to be a bit hot... a skirt?

"I think a skirt," I nod to myself as my hands reaches inside of the closet "it's getting a bit warm outside." Bringing my favorite black skirt out, a smile suddenly appears on my face. I'm definitely gonna win this bet.

"Lilith."

Then... shoes? I turn around to see all of my shoes laying under my bed. "Boots? Yes, boots." I reply to my own question immediately.

"Lilith."

"You can never go wrong with black boots. Then... shirt?" I go back to my closet. "Maybe a white one? Do I have a white one? Oh, no, wait, I have tight sleeves shirt that says—"

"Lilith!" Ada's loud scream make my eyes go towards her to find her by my door.

When did she get there?

"What?"

"He's jealous!"

Huh—?

"Who?"

"Lucifer!"

"Why would he be jealous? Are you trying to distract me so I lose?"

Rolling her eyes, Ada steps inside my room closer to where I confusingly stand, as if her doing that would make me understand her words clearer. "Because Damian called you! Did he ask if you were seeing him?"

I sigh annoyed, remember his stupid questions. "Yes, multiple times."

"Did he ask you if you wanted to see him?"

"Yes."

"Ask him out? Or even say yes if Damian does it?"

"Yes."

"Then he's jealous!"

I quickly shake my head like I just heard the most crazy theory ever. And I think I did. "No!"

"Why makes you believe he's not?!"

"Because he's Lucifer Donovan and I'm Lilith Avery, we hate each other. What world are you living in? The multiverse?"

"Yes," Ada nods giving me a disapproval look "the other universe where you and him finally confess the feelings you have for each other."

A fake gag flies out of my mouth. "Don't ever say that again."

"Don't be dramatic, Lilith."

"Don't be a hopeless romantic, Ada."

"Lilith—"

"No, Ada," I immediately cut her off "you're seriously seeing things were there's nothing to see. You're literally staring at a blank wall like a lunatic."

"Well, if being a lunatic means that I believe you and him are gonna end up together then so be it. Call me crazy."

Another fake gag. "I told you to never say it again!"

"Lilith, c'mon, don't you ever think about what it would be like if you and him actually formed a relationship?"

I nod. "Him and I, dead. Won't even last a day. I hate him, remember? I thought about a thousand ways of killing him, just today."

"Do you really really hate him?" Stepping even closer, she stares at the soul inside of my body. With her giant curls and almost black eyes, she shakes everything inside of my head. I can't even reply to what she's asking since her sight troubles my tongue enabling me to let anything out, like she's making me questioning everything just by staring at me. She's gonna be a good damn therapist. Taking this opportunity, she continues: "Do you? Does your heart beat faster when you're with him?"

Yes.

"Or cut your breath short?"

Yes.

"Or when you look at him... does your eyes can't stop staring?"

Yes.

Has she been spying us or something...?

I honestly don't know what to reply. Even if I already have the answer inside my head, there's no way my tongue is gonna say that simple word. Gift Ada the satisfaction of me giving in to something that it isn't there.

Lucifer and I hate each other.

That's it.

And there's not doubt in my mind that it's ever going to change, no matter what happens.

Before I can ever open my mouth to make a comeback and take away the proud smile Ada is carrying right now, the sound of my phone ringing prevents me from doing so.

"Saved by the bell." Ada says before turning around and leaving my room.

I'm never talking about the existence with Ada, probably one question from her and she's gonna make me doubt even my own reality.

Without checking who's calling since it's been ringing for a while now, my thumb answers the call before I take my phone towards my ear and let out a firm: "Hello?"

"Finally you decide to answer my call." A familiar female voice sounds from the other side.

It's my grandmother.

Shit.

"Hi, grandma. Sorry, I was talking to a friend."

"When you're talking to a friend but your phone rings you say 'excuse me, I have to take this' instead of making the other person calling you wait for five minutes." Her usual lecture tone makes my eyes roll at the sound of it. If I had a penny for every time she talked to me with it, I would be loaded. "What if it was an emergency?"

"First of all, grandma, it's wasn't even a minute. Second, if it was an emergency you shouldn't be calling me, you should be calling 911. You know that? The very famous and known line to call when you're having a" fucking "emergency?"

"Don't be funny."

I can't help but let out a tiny laugh. I'll never get a good laugh out of her, will I? "Having a rough night, Joyce?" I joke again.

"I'm calling to invite you to a formal party I'm throwing, Lilith."

"What?"

"For your bother."

Double what?

"For Teddy?"

"Oh, I didn't know you had another brother."

I guess I also got my sarcastic side from her.

"Although your mother doesn't share anything with me, I wouldn't be surprised is that were true." I bite my tongue to prevent anything mean to come out. There's a reason why mom doesn't tell her anything, maybe because she always uses it to her advantage and somehow manages to manipulate others with the information she receives?

Maybe.

"Why are you throwing a party for Teddy?"

"After what happened the last time we say each other, I want to make something nice for him. It was awful and I don't want that to be the last memory we have together."

"So, it's like a dinner?"

"I told you, a formal party."

"Mom's invited too?"

"No, I'm not gonna invite my daughter because I'm that evil." She swallowed a sarcastic clown or something? "Of course your mother is invited. And that boyfriend of hers."

Yeah, I forgot about him in the picture. Is he still in it? "Jackson."

"Yes, him."

"And who else?"

"Does it matter who is invited to the party?"

"Well, if you invite a bunch of assassins I would rather stay in my dorm and watch a movie."

"Why on Earth would I invite assassins to my formal party?"

"I don't know, maybe you wanted to switch things up."

"Lilith," here comes the lecture tone again "these kind of parties take me weeks to plan and there's not a single one that hasn't been a sucess." I don't know what I hate most, her lecture tone or her sarcastic one. "I don't switch things up."

"What if you want to just throw it back with grandpa?" I have to bite my lower lip to fight inside the laugh screaming to come out.

"What is 'throwing it back'? What would I throw back?" I close my eyes with strength since I don't think the laugh is gonna be inside of me much longer. "And why would I want to do it with your grandfather?"

"Do you have a side piece Joyce?" The joke comes out before it goes through my head. At this point, my automatic joking self when I'm talking to her has turned on. "Grandma! How could you?"

"Are you done?" I just know he's rolling her eyes right now.

But I'm not done. "Maybe."

"Are you coming, Lilith?"

I have to be honest, going to a formal party that's thrown by my grandmother means that I have to deal with all of her friends and it's not how I like to spend my nights. How I shouldn't be in a field where it's dominated by man, how I should be focusing on getting married and not getting money for myself, when am I gonna have kids, and why am I wearing such dramatic clothes... on and on. "I don't know—" I finally say shrugging my shoulders. When I hear a complain noise coming from Joyce, I immediately regret letting out those words.

"You don't know? Lilith, it's for your brother, not me. I'm not gonna have you dress up like a doll if that's what you're worried about," here we go... "because apparently that's what I did to you and your mother back then. You guys paint me like such an awful person, it hurts you know?"

A long sigh comes out of my mouth. She will never give up. "Grandma."

"Because all I wanted for my daughter and her family to have everything that they ever wanted."

"Grandma."

"Is that such a bad thing?"

"Grandma, I'm going!" I give in closing my eyes with strength as if it hurt for me to say those words. "Happy now?"

"You are?" Her tone completely changes to an excited one. Yeah, mine would too if I got what I wanted by annoying someone. "That's wonderful! I'll put you on the list right now."

"Is that all?"

"Yes! Oh, it's gonna be amazing to see you all." I bet. "See you, then!" My mouth opens for the word bye to come out as I slowly take the phone away from my ear, but then, from a far I hear her say "Don't wear anything revealing!"

"I won't! Bye!" And just like that, after what felt like forever, I end the call as I let out the longest sigh ever. "I'm gonna wear my most revealing shirt so when I dance my boobs shake the entire room." I talk while looking at the phone imagining Joyce trapped in it. "And then a skirt so when I throw it back with an old man my whole ass is out—!" My mom's face appearing on my screen cuts my little dramatic scene.

I know exactly why she's calling.

"Too late she already called.." I say to the phone after hitting the answer button.

"Damn!" I hear her voice on the other side. "I wanted to give you a heads up and a chance to talk about it with me first."

"Are you going?"

"Just for Teddy, he's excited. Your grandmother promised him an entire table of food just for him."

"Yeah, well, I would be too if that were the case."

A chuckle comes from her. "Not excited?"

"Nope."

"I'm not either, but trying to hide it. Don't want to ruin it for him." Me neither, the way that Teddy loves when our family gets together. Or even big reunions, the typical big family gatherings that you see on TV and movies.

"Why do you think she's doing it?" I ask while furrowing my eyebrows, intrigued on my mom's answer.

"Didn't she told you?"

"Because she doesn't want to have the hospital as the last memory with us?" I can't believe it even when the words come out of my own mouth. "Do you actually believe that?"

"This is what she does, slowly trying to bring us back into her life." She knows Joyce too well, like the palm of her hand. Living years under her roof and being the only one to handle her ways, my mom managed to always be spot on with grandma. Even if the intention is as simple as a formal party for Teddy, like she claims is. "The party is probably part one of her master plan, first gaining Teddy's trust. And because she knows we would do anything for him, one day we'll just give in and go back to what it was before."

"Well," an uncontrollably long sigh escapes my mouth "unless she wants to give me two full tables with food, I'm not thinking about it."

As I hear another chuckle coming from my mom, the reminder of me having to get ready for the party comes back to my head. I turn to face my closet again. "What do you say? Do you want to go back to dressing up like a Barbie and smiling as if you got a stick in your ass?"

Grabbing the black tight skirt that I plan to wear, a little laugh shakes out of me. "The perfect family with sticks in our asses, sounds like the perfect life."

"Don't forget about maintaining the good, innocent little girl face she tried to mould into you for years."

"I think I left it somewhere around my room, can you check it?" I joke.

"Yeah, you lost it back in sophomore year." Oh, shit. "Isn't that right?"

"What?" I ask trying to sound innocent. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"What was his name? William? George?" Definitely not. "No. I got it! Scott," fuck "what a lovely guy."

I remember him. His stupid obsession with toy cars lead him to be a fantastic car racer. But I think he also talked about cars after we had sex for the first time, that's when I decided that yes, indeed, men are idiots.

"Or was it with Jennifer?" My mom continues clearly to annoy me further. "You two were really close, I wonder what happened to her since she moved out of town."

I wish it was her, she was so fucking hot. But, unfortunately, was into men.

"Or Cassie?"

Is she still going?!

"I have a party to go to, mom!"

"And I have to mentally prepare myself for the formal party this weekend, you ain't slipping away."

"Do you think you'll be ready in two days? Sounds impossible."

"I'll try, and if not, can you handle grandma by your self?"

"Can I wear my black dress to give her a tiny freak out attack?"

"Absolutely, and film it."

"Got it."

"Love you, baby!"

"Love you too!"

Finally, let's win this bet against Ada. I'm not a loser so I'm not gonna start tonight—

"I'm ready!"

Fuck.

>>>

I hear the loud sound of the taxi door closing soon followed by the music of the party going in the house behind me. Slowly turning to locate the way towards it, a flag with the red and white colors waving because of the wind while hanged in the balcony gets my attention immediately. Neon signs shine all over the place of all colors, people going in and out of the house with paint on their skins, glowing like the light of the night isn't enough...

Ada has to be kidding me.

"A fraternity party, Ada?" I ask once lock eyes with her by my side. As soon as I do, I already find her eyes on me waiting for my reaction. And for the way she's smiling at me innocently, I get the feeling she knew this all along. "Really?"

"Well—!" Her words are completely cut off by a shirtless man running by our side with a backwards cap on and glowing arms of the color green, screaming in excitement as he's being chased by other three men with the exact same outfit.

I can't help but let out a tiny chuckle. "The feeling of being in another universe while at a fraternity party never fails me."

"See?!" Ada lets her arm go around my shoulders to start our towards the front door, protected by a fraternity boy, as usual, with no shirt covered in glowing paint, a backwards cap and a beer on his hand while he's talking to a boy wanting to get in. "We're gonna have so much fun!"

Lifting my fist into the air we both arrive by the door. "To getting painted by random man in a random house!"

"That's the spirit!" The strange man by the door says to me with a smile. Taking a step closer leaving his friend behind, I can see how his eyes trace down my body as quick as I can let out a tiny smile and lift my eyebrows, not so surprised on his behaviour.

"I always have the partying spirit."

He stops in front of me. Giving Ada a quick look he goes back to me with wink and a nod, ready to give his best pick up line. "That's my kind of girl."

Is that it? "It is?" I ask, lifting an eyebrow.

"You never get bored."

"We have the talent of making everything fun."

Giving my body another look, once he goes back to my eyes he smiles to then take a step closer for me to hear his words clear over the music from the party. "I won't be on door duty for much long, I'll find you inside so you can show me your talent."

Walking by his side, I can't help but whisper good luck as I smile at him. Alright, maybe the old Lilith is back. She can't help but flirt with everyone.

"You don't waste time, do you?" Ada asks me with a smile as we both cross the door.

"Never."

The typical smell of alcohol doesn't wait to hit my nose. The loud music matches the people dancing around with paint all over their bodies, moving so quickly in some of them I don't even see people, just glowing paint moving into the music. Hairs shining as well as neon clothes, tables filled with bottles of alcohol just like the floor under them.

It's clear that fraternities don't hold back when it comes to parties and their reputation, rather have a destroyed house than a lame party.

Before I can even turn to Ada and see what she's looking at, two quick bodies make their ways in front of us gaining my attention immediately. "My girls are here!" Colin says spreading his arms like he's welcoming us into the party.

"I didn't know you guys were coming!" Ada yells over the music, excited.

"We never miss a party baby!" Griffin adds letting his arm go around Colin's shoulders.

I can't help but let out a tiny chuckle at the sight of these two very happy selfs. It's pretty obvious they had some sort of pre—party and alcohol was involved. "I'm not surprised!"

"Fraternities have a way of..." Griffin suddenly stops talking when a boy walking by his left side gets his attention. Following him with his eyes and a side smile, the stranger locks eyes with Griffin sending a smile down to his lips. It's funny how Griffin reminds me of me back in the day. "... bringing the best side of me." He finally finishes his sentence once he goes back to locking eyes with me after the stranger walked away.

Colin looks over to his best friend used to the scene his friend just pulled. "I get the feeling we won't see you for much long." Winking at his best friend, Griffin playfully shakes Colin's arms to them clap excited.

These parties do bring something special out of him.

"Did you guys came alone?" Ada asks getting everyone's attention.

"No, they need my ass to save theirs." A new familiar voice speaks behind me. Suddenly, when a par of arms go around my shoulders as well as Ada's, my head turns to see the strange female voice. Recognising the red hairs with an enormous amount of tattoos all over her body, an inevitable smile appears on my face. Ivy locks eyes with me as she sends me a wink. "Hi, doll."

"Are you playing mom today?" I ask to tease her.

Shrugging her shoulders defeated, she turns to Colin and Griffin who are now scamming the party around us. "Designated driver, have to. These two idiots spent an hour convincing me."

Ivy's words cause me and Ada to let out tiny laughs, I'm not surprise at that either. But Colin and Griffin, who heard Ivy's words perfectly, turn to see her giving nothing but innocent smiles. "If Covaliov finds out I got even close to a car while drunk," Colin adds "he's gonna find a book of curses, find the time to become a wizard and put all the curses that there are on me."

Griffin shrugs his shoulders. "I just didn't want a possessed best friend."

"A bit dramatic," Ada chuckles "isn't it?"

"For Covaliov, not at all."

I have to agree. Knowing Covaliov, even if it isn't for a long time, I know he's capable of doing all of that. And maybe more.

Possessed Colin? A total possibility for Covaliov.

"So," Ivy says "I'm playing babysitter tonight because the babies wanted to go out."

"It's a need!"

"A necessity!"

"The necessity to annoy my ass, that's what you guys have!"

"We love you Ivy!"

"Besides," Colin quickly adds "there's girls here for you too... we can share."

"Ew," I say soon followed by the girls doing the same disgusting expression as me "Colin!"

"What?! I'm being nice!"

Pushing me closer to her body, Ivy touches the side of the top of his head with mine. "Lilith it's all I need, guys, don't worry." Giving me a smile once I lock eyes with her, I can't help but do the same and get the need to follow her game.

"She'll have fun with me."

"Can't wait to see it, doll."

Damn, she's hot!

"Lesbians!"

"I'm sorry, Ivy," Colin says getting our attention "but I guess your fun is done." Confused on his words, I notice that he isn't looking at me or Ivy, instead, his eyes are located on something behind me. Before I can ever turn my head and see the mysterious thing, a new shoulder brushing with mine slightly pushing me forward, causes Ivy's arm to move a bit backwards, but not enough for her to remove it.

It doesn't take me long to see who it is. Those green eyes sending a slight jump of my heart, his dark blonde hairs over them and that damn side grin.

Lucifer.

Lucifer fucking Donovan.

His tattooed hand with two rings on his index and ring finger holds a cigarette that lazily hangs from his lips, causing me to give it a not too quick look.... but then I remember our last fight. We fought because Damian called me, sending nothing but loud words coming my way from him. He somehow and for whatever reasons gets mad at me, at Griffin's birthday party, back when I was at the gym and yesterday.

Maybe I'm mad at him now.

Why not?

If getting mad at me it's how he plays... then it's my fucking turn.

"Hi, pretty boy." Colin's words get my attention. I turn to him to see how his arm goes around Lucifer's shoulders. Taking the cigarette out of his mouth, the smoke coming out of it soon covers his face. I can't help but stare at him as everyone has their own conversation between them. Soon, when the white smoke fades away from his face, the way that his eyes lock with mine likes he's been waiting to do this all this time sends another jump of my heart. My eyes go down to his lips when a grin appears again, but I control myself and meet his green shiny eyes inevitably sending a tingle down to the pit of my stomach.

Yeah, I know that's how we play, fight and then take each other's clothes like nothing had happened before. But tonight, maybe I'll do things a bit different. So, rolling my eyes once I look away from Lucifer, I find Ivy giving me a smile.

"Better remove my arm before I get killed with just his eyes." She says as she slowly takes her arm away from my body.

"Ready to have fun?!" Colin's yell prevents me from giving a thought to Ivy's words.

"I found the reason you're not gonna see me much longer." Griffin says looking behind me. Doing a quick look, I'm not surprised of what I see.

Paul just walked in with Bobby, with nothing covering their torsos.

They definitely came prepared.

"We better get painted!" Paul lifts his arms as he arrives beside me, soon followed by Bobby who also starts to look around the party.

"Where are the girls at?!"

Ugh, boys.

"I better get a shot." I say when all the boys go their ways.

Except one.

Lucifer taking the cigarette to his mouth he doesn't let go of my eyes. Sending me a side smile, he does a quick look down to my body covered in a tight skirt and sleeveless shirt. The usual butterflies don't give me a break and start their riot inside my stomach, just like times before.

Fuck.

I'll never get over it, will I?

But it's no time to give him what he wants. Pulling my arm around Ada's and finally ending whatever Lucifer was doing with my eyes and his, I make us go towards the alcohol ready to give my body what it wants.

To get fucked.

"Where do they get this much money?!" Ada asks me as soon as we both arrive to our destination. I don't answer because honestly, I have no clue.

Every type of alcohol is in front of me. Vodka of every flavour, beer, strong and sweet, even wine. I don't think I've ever seen wine at a fraternity party. Definitely upgrading their level or we're in some serious rich rich fraternity house.

"To getting wasted?" Ada holding a shot in front of my eyes bring me back to reality, making the music sound louder in my ears.

I immediately nod taking the shot from her hand. "You know I never say no, baby."

Shiiiiiiit.

The familiar burning sensation surrounds my throat. It's like fire suddenly took over my skin and it's making its way towards inside of me, tearing down everything that there is to break. It'll never get easier.

"I hate the first one!" Ada complains leaving her shot on the table. "If I had a super power I'd want the power to be able to take a shot without having to take the pain."

"Really? No invisibility?" She shakes her head. "Fly? Telekinesis?"

"No, take the shot without pain."

I nod, proudly. "That's why you're my best friend."

"Who's ready to party?!" Colin's voice surrounds me. Turning around to see him, for my surprise... or not really, I don't find the same Colin I saw a minute ago. He's now covered in glowing paint with no shirt covering his torso, his shoes are now a bright green as the skin of his face is surrounded by purple dots. Griffin, Bobby and Paul soon appear in front of me, not so different from Colin. "What are you guys waiting for to get painted?!"

"I pass!" Ada shakes her head soon followed by the complains of every boy around us.

"That's not the spirit!" Griffin gently grabs her arm and pulls her close. "C'mon, Ada, the mommy in you has to go to sleep!"

I laugh escapes my mouth. "Mommy Ada!"

"This is my favorite shirt!"

"Then, baby," Colin says giving her a big smile... I know what's coming "take it off!"

"Take it off!" I start chanting. "Take it off!"

"Lilith!" Paul places his arm around me. "You're not gonna scape from this either!"

"Take Ada first! She's gonna love it!"

"Traitor!"

"Then Ada will be our first victim!" Colin, lifting her like a bag of potatoes, he takes her to where they came from, apparently where the paint is. Flipping me off, I see how Ada slowly disappears from my sigh followed by everyone. Except me, I stay behind with a smile on my face enjoying the fact that Ada is about to get my revenge for not telling me this was a frat party.

And because I want another shot. One, will never be enough.

"I'm ready to see your talent." A familiar voice speaks by my side as I grab the vodka bottle once again. Turning to see who it is, finding nothing but the same boy I saw earlier with no shirt and a backwards cap on, I can't help but send a smile down to my lips.

"Door duty is over?" I ask pouring the liquid inside of the shot glass.

I feel him getting closer to my body, almost to the point of seeing him by the corner of my eyes. "I just found something more important."

This guy...

"Getting laid?" The question flies out of my mouth. Finally locking eyes with him with the shot ready in my hand, there's a slight sparkle of surprise in his eyes. Maybe he didn't expect me to be so forward. "C'mon, you and I both know that's what you want, let's not waste time."

Fraternity boys have two parts of their reputation, knowing how to throw the best parties out there, or, and in the worst case scenario, both, being the best sluts in the game, not caring about who you are or even have the intention to remember your name afterwards.

"I'm Parker." The not so strange boy now says with a smile, getting a bit closer.

"Lilith." Remembering the shot in my hand, I immediately take it to my mouth feeling the burning go down my throat. It's better than the first one, but not better. Maybe Ada is right, having the super power to be able to take shots without the pain it's not such a bad idea.

"First shot?" Parker asks me after letting out a chuckle to the disgust in my eyes and face.

"Second." That's all I can let out since my throat is still getting used to it.

Grabbing the bottle I left in the table seconds ago, Parker gives me a smile as he takes the shot glass between his fingers. Like he's ready to pour himself one. "Ready to have a third?" Or maybe not for him.

I lift an eyebrow, sending another side smile to my lips. "Trying to get me drunk, Parker?"

Innocently, he shrugs his shoulders letting the liquid all into the glass. "Just want you to have fun."

"I don't need you to have fun."

Parker doesn't follow my words immediately, instead, giving me a smile as he does a quick look to my lips, he tilts his head to the side like something went right inside his head. "So, it isn't a lie."

"What is?" I ask, I intrigued.

"You."

"What about me?"

"Lilith Avery."

I have no memory of ever saying my last name to Parker. "You know me?"

Shrugging his shoulders just like before, with an innocent smile, he lets the shot go down his mouth. "I've heard things." He finally says when he recovers from the drink.

"What kind of things?"

He lets out a chuckle. "All good ones, don't worry."

Following his action, I also slightly tilt my head to the side and do a quick look to his lips. "Too bad." I let out softly but his closeness helps him hear it over the music.

He can't help but smile at me as his eyes trace my body until they reach the end of my skirt. I know what he's thinking, he's a man... it isn't that hard to see it. My brain starts to look for my words, but it's suddenly stopped when a pair of blonde hairs appear by the corner of my eye. Turning my head without even thinking about it, I surprisingly meet his eyes.

Lucifer's jawline is clenched while the breathing on his chest speeds a bit faster than normal. Even then, where I know his mind is thinking ways of turning the game to the palm of his hand, the way his back rests on the wall he looks relaxed. My eyes follow the now grin appearing on the corner of his lips as he changes his sight from me to Parker, who just took another shot.

"Parker, where's the paint?" I ask gaining his attention, still with my eyes on Lucifer. If he wants to watch... let's give him something to watch.

"Right here." With a cheeky smile, Parker waves a tiny pallet filled with different colors ready to paint whatever he wants.

Without hesitating, as my next move flies towards my head, my hand gently grabs Parker's chin pulling him closer to my lips. I find nothing but surprise in his eyes, but quickly, he controls himself and sends a smile my way. "Do you want to paint my body, Parker?"

Slightly opening his mouth like a dog waiting to get feed, Parker slowly nods giving a quick look to my lips. "I want to paint your body, Lilith."

What a good boy. I don't wait another second, my hands reach down to the end of my shirt to remove it from my body, letting my black bra and my bare stomach to be out in the open for everyone to see. No one cares, in these kind of parties it's the most normal thing, but Parker... poor man, the lust rushing through his eyes make a smile appear on my lips.

"I'm all yours." I say to see him fall even further.

Once Parker composes his body and mind, he kneels down in front of me as his fingers touch the paint to start on my skin. Like a scene in a movie, once the blur of the party in front of me fades... I see him again. Those green eyes are killing me, making my heart speed in my chest like it wants to jump out. I don't find the same grin, instead, Lucifer's jawline is even more clenched while he takes the drink to his mouth. Not being able to break the eye contact, I see more that I want to affecting my mind and body like I promised it wouldn't. The butterflies riot inside of me, and it doesn't mater that Parker just made his way towards it and his fingers brush against my body, all I can feel is the tingles troubling me.

Fuck.

I have a completely hot guy painting my body, clearly wanting me. But here I am, not being able to lose my focus on Lucifer fucking Donovan.

Out of the blue, my phone vibrates inside of my back pocket. So lost in my own thoughts, I come to realise that Lucifer's tattooed hand is holding his phone as he looks at me with shining in his eyes.

Without wanting for Parker to stop, discreetly, I take my phone out to stare at it and see Lucifer's name on my screen. Intrigued on what he sent me, I quickly press his message and move my eyes following his sentence:

"He better stop touching."

I read his message one time.

Two times.

Three.

Four.

"He better stop touching."

The breath that wants to come inside my mouth gets caught between my lips when I press them with strength. I look up to find his eyes still on mine, waiting for me to answer. But... I stop my fingers before they open the keyword on my phone.

Ignore him. The little evil side of me says in a whisper inside of my mind. Ignore his message, ignore his eyes, ignore his fucking presence. He doesn't exist. Maybe he'll learn to stay away from my business, because if he takes a step closer... he'll know why the name Lilith Avery is known.

Parker appears in my eyes making Lucifer nothing but a blur. "Your fingers are strong, Parker." I add before he can even say anything. Following my words, Parker's eyes shine with lust once again as he sends a grin my way. "What more can they do?"

"Want me to show you, Lilith?" He asks tilting his head to the side to brush our lips together. But then, my phone vibrates again.

"Do I need to come over there?"

"What if we put our phones aside?"

"If he doesn't get those fucking lips away from you—" Parker grabbing my waist to pull me closer prevents me from finishing Lucifer's message.

"Maybe I have to give you something so your phone doesn't have your attention anymore..."

His lips are a inch of ending the space between us... but then, another pair of hands reaching down to grab my waist and pull me away from Parker sends an electric wave down to the pit of my back. Lucifer's cologne surrounds my nose giving me chills on my arms, needing to grab those hands now on my waist, but I stay still, focused on Parker's surprised expression.

I can't say anything. My tongue gets tied when some warm lips touch my cold neck, leaving a gently and slow kiss on it. Lucifer brings me closer to his body behind me, tightly so I can't escape or even move a step forward. But, I know that no matter if my brain tries to scream at me to do so, my body won't listen.

"I didn't know you had a boyfriend." Parker's voice brings me down to realise that he's still here in front of me, with nothing but shook in his eyes.

"She has." Lucifer's raspy and deep voice makes a mess of my everything inside of me. My heart speeds such as the butterflies on the pit of my stomach going feral.

She has.

She has?

What? Is that what he said?

"Oh, sorry." Parker apologises

Yeah, it is.

Like a switch inside of me was touched, the sudden anger and annoyance appearing in me rushes the blood inside my veins.

Who the fuck does he think he is? To come here, pretend to be my boyfriend and ruin what I have going one with another boy?

He made it clear that us is no strings attached... we both did.

She has.

I can't ignore his words. No, I can't. Boyfriend? Him? Not even in a million years.

I'm angry, I can't help it. But before I can even see if Parker is there in the same place or even if Ada is around to escape and leave Lucifer behind, he grabs my hand and wraps our fingers together to lead me somewhere unknown. I don't fight it, I can't. Somehow Lucifer is managing to walk me behind me like the crowd around us isn't a big deal. I don't know where are we going, all I can see is how the crowd is slowly becoming smaller and the music is lower the more steps we take. Suddenly, we're not in the living room of the house anymore. My eyes see stairs and how Lucifer takes me to them.

The second floor isn't filled with people, just a couple talking or others just kissing the shit out of each other. It's all dark and the way that the glowing bodies troubles my eyes as my quick walk doesn't stop, there's no way for me to even process where I am.

Turning my head a bit to the side, my eyes follow Lucifer tattooed hand opening a black door. The new light of a bathroom hits my sight, and just like that, Lucifer lets go of my hand to close the door behind us leaving him and I alone far away from everyone enjoying the party.

My brain is still trying to process what just happened. Since I locked eyes with Lucifer for the first time tonight to right now in this second. My body is a mix of anger, confusion and frustration. I can't understand why Lucifer would even say something like that... she has. Him, lying about being my boyfriend? Just because I was flirting with someone else?

"Having fun?" Lucifer's words bring me back to the bathroom I'm in. Slowing feeling the music from a far, I turn to lock eyes with him and see that the back of his waist rests on the sink as his arms are crossed on his chest.

"I'm still debating." Yeah, if I want to kill him without pain or just sit him down to make him suffer first.

"He looked like a nice guy," Lucifer shrugs his shoulders innocently, but I know, deep down, he's enjoying the hell out of this "too bad I had to intervine."

Intervine?!

"Had to?" That's all my tongue lets out, the anger somehow is still growing inside of me.

Lucifer doesn't reply right after my question, instead, doing a quick look down to my lips, a long breath comes inside his chest through his nose like he's getting ready to say the words his tongue wants to let out. "I didn't like him touching your body." His tone is soft that it was almost brushed by the sound of the music playing outside, but that doesn't matter, my brain process it almost immediately sending a slight shiver down to my lower stomach.

Is he actually jealous? Or is this another move from his game?

"What?" I finally ask. "We agreed no strings, Lucifer."

"I know." He simply nods.

He's treating the situation so fucking normal?! "Then why the hell did you do that?!" I snap out at him, the annoyance, anger and frustration made their way towards my tongue... and that, can't be good news. "Boyfriend?! I can't believe it!" He doesn't say anything back, but that doesn't matter, I'm not stopping either. "Boyfriend?! You?! The words are even weird coming out of my mouth! You get mad at me because Damian called me, something that I have nothing to do with, yell at me, get your ass in my business and then pull this shit! I don't get it!" He stays quiet, a part of me is surprised since he always has something to say back, but for whatever reason... he's staying with his mouth shut. What does it mean? "Don't act like you don't flirt with other people too, you probably spend every night flirting with at least five woman. Then sleeping with two! We agreed no strings!" Lucifer still doesn't seem to have the intention to reply. "Why would you do that?!"

"I'm not sleeping with anyone else." He finally speaks taking me off guard.

"What?"

"Why would I want anyone else when I have you?"

I—

I don't know... I don't know what to say next. His words run through my head and they can't stop, making a whole mess of whatever is happening inside of me. What does he mean by that? Is he serious?

He can't. He shouldn't... we hate each other. "That still doesn't give you the right to do that. Lie about being my boyfriend because, what? You got jealous? If you're not sleeping with anyone else that doesn't mean I have to do it too!" For some reason my last words cause me to get even angrier. I don't have to do the same thing he does, if I want to sleep with someone else I can. Because if I stop myself from doing it since he doesn't want to, what does that make of us? "Isn't that how no strings work?!" I spat out of nowhere as my heart suddenly speeds up. "Hit it like it doesn't mean shit! But then you, kissing me like that in front of everyone! What were you thinking?! Nothing, that's for sure! Nothing goes on in that brain of yours! If it would, you wouldn't have done that!" The blood inside my brain rushes and gets warmer to the point of boiling, and making me feel the hotness of it it brushing against my skin. "You're lucky Ada or any of the boys saw us, you're so damn lucky because if that were the case you would definitely be dead right now!" My tone is so loud my throat slightly itches, and it's so frustrating because Lucifer is still staying quiet while I snap at him. Getting me even more angrier and frustrated, the grin now slowly appearing on the corner of his lips bring nothing but fire to my skin. "Shit Lucifer! You make me so fucking mad!  Aren't you gonna a say anything?!"

Shrugging his shoulders, he shakes his head looking me up and down. "I'm enjoying the show."

"What show?"

Leaving the sink, Lucifer steps closer to the point that I feel his cologne hit my nose once again. "I like seeing you all hot and bothered."

Fuck.

"I—" My tongue stumbles with it self as my heart sinks to my stomach. It's bad enough that sometimes when he touches me I can't control myself, but words? He can't take over me with just his words. At least, not tonight. "You can't be serious right now!" That's all I could think to let out.

"C'mon," a chuckle is let out by him as he steps closer slowly to my body "don't get mad because I ruined one guy for you when you can easily get every guy on this party." Stopping right in front of me, his tattooed hand reaches to my bare shoulder to rest in it and caress my cold skin with his thumb. His eyes penetrate mine like he's already making his own move against me. "Just one look from Lilith Avery, and they would all fall to their knees. Is that what you want?" His thumb leaves my shoulder to touch my cheek, gently and softly as his eyes don't let go of mine, holding me tight in place. "Me dropping to my knees for you whenever you want me to?" Shit. My heart speeds again. Without giving me a warning, he touches the edge of my lips with his sending a growing desire to kiss him as I feel his breath hitting my skin. "Or... would you rather that guy back there fucking you right now?" No, you. "Tell me to stop and I'll stop." His whisper wakes something in me, and like magic, regaining the control of my own body tilting my head to the side, I slightly lift my chin up to make the start of my move.

"I don't belong to you. Or anyone else." I let out to see the sparkle  suddenly grow in his eyes.

"You're a person," he whispers again "you don't belong to another person. That's not how life works."

"Then what the hell are we doing?" I whisper back like the question is more a beg for him to answer.

"No strings." He simply replies, slightly shaking his head.

"You not wanting me to sleep with anyone else doesn't look like no strings." I admit.

"Is there rules that I don't know about?" He steps back still staring down at me with grin on his face. "I thought you were Lilith Avery, a girl who doesn't follow rules."

"I never said that."

"You're here with me... you were with me in the bathroom at the gym, in my bedroom, at that party and probably had very nasty thoughts about me.... you're breaking one rule." Covaliov's. "And Covaliov is pretty serious about those."

"It's different." I want to defend myself and make my move, but right now, for the first time in a long time... I have no clue on what to do. So, I try my best to compose myself and carry the words as the conversation goes with confidence even if I'm as confused and frustrated as ever.

"How is it different?"

Different? Breaking Covaliov's rule means that I'm sleeping with one of his guys. I'm already doing that, no strings, no big deal. It doesn't hurt. I'm used to it.

But, breaking the rules of no strings attached means something completely different. Something that's more of a simple sexual relationship.

You care.

"Wanna break some rules with me, Avery?" Lucifer leans closer to my face. Brushing his forehead with mine, I can feel his breathing surrounding me sending a bit of chills down to my spine. His lips don't take long to get their way on the edge of mine, our thick lips can't help but softly touch the other just enough for us to feel how warm the other is. "Live a little." He whispers.

Lifting an eyebrow, I lift my chin up. "Live a little?"

"Stop overthinking."

"I don't."

"Then say yes."

"To what?" I cant help but ask, but Lucifer shaking his head as his thumb quickly flies towards my bottom lip to caress it, stops me from carrying my words.

"Don't."

"Tell me."

He shakes his head once again. "No."

"Then fuck you." The words come out of my mouth without going through my brain. Gaining a side smile from Lucifer as he wraps his fingers with mine and slowly turns me around, he suddenly kisses my cheek.

"You will, Avery."

Without giving me the opportunity to stop him, he opens the door to walk us out of the bathroom. The sound of the music becomes louder just like the glowing bodies move faster in front of my eyes once again.

Lucifer isn't letting go of my hand. Worst, he's walking with steady and confident steps to the living room. Once the stairs come to an end, I ask myself where he's taking me and if I want to go with him. There's no doubt in me that I'm intrigued on whatever he wants to do, my body asks for more just like my lips do. My eyes wonder around the party to find Ada and see if maybe seeing her would make my mind come with an answer because the need of being with her could be bigger than the one that wants to be with Lucifer. But once I see her, laughing and having a good time now covered in pink paint with Colin and Bobby... all I can think about is Lucifer and his body leading me outside the house. And how I don't want to be doing anything else.

"Lucifer— where are we going?" I ask once the wind from the night touches my skin.

"Put your shirt on." I hear him say. More like a demand than a simple request.

"What?" Processing his words, I remember my shirt wrapped around my other hand. So focused on Lucifer, that I completely forgot about it and how I'm only wearing a bra out in the open. "Why?" I do want to put my shirt on, but now that he said it... I don't. And maybe teasing him is gonna be my move on the board now.

Stopping with his walk to turn around and face with a side smile, Lucifer does a quick look to my chest but soon quickly flies back to my eyes. "Believe me, Avery, there's nothing more than I want to do right now that keep my eyes concentrated on your almost naked body. But—" His eyes go back down to my chest. "If I see one more fucking guy staring at you, you're gonna have to teach me how to get away with murder."

Before I can react or even process his words, he turns around again to lead our way towards the side of the big house. Empty beer cans are all over the floor, mixed with shirts or caps. The music is still loud but a bit less, allowing me to hear a group of people having a fun conversation on the patio of the house.

When the dark brown fence of the house next door appears in front of Lucifer and I, I can't help but furrow my eyebrows confused. "What are we doing, Lucifer?" I ask to him. Turning my head to see him since he's not answering, I find his eyes already looking my way with smile on his lips.

"Nervous, Avery?"

I roll my eyes, annoyed. "Want to die, Donovan?"

A chuckle leaves his mouth. "There she is."

He doesn't wait to leave my eyes and take a step forward letting go my hand. Intrigued, I follow his hands reaching over to the fence and how with a quick push, a part of the fence moves to the side letting me see a wide open space for us to go inside.

I slightly open my mouth, surprised. When he said 'breaking rules' he really meant 'breaking rules.'

"Lucifer—" I want to stop him from going inside the patio of the house next door but he doesn't listen to me, instead, as he grabs my hand to walk us through the slight space between the fence, I find myself smelling the grass freshly cut.

As soon as I see the house we're standing in front of, I immediately recognise it. It's another fraternity house. The green and black flag waves around carried by the wind. Even if the lights inside of the house are out, on the outside, I can still see it being lighted by the lamps surrounding it hanged on the wall. It's big, the biggest house that a fraternity house has even owned. And the fame they had as big as the house itself.

"I remember this fraternity." I say locking eyes with Lucifer.

"You do?"

"When I was a freshmen it was the best fraternity, throwing the most amazing and wild parties. But then—"

"But then it went to shit." Lucifer nods like he knows the story. Or even more than I already do.

"What happened? Why did they called it off?"

"One party they almost broke the entire house. Literally. One of the columns of the balcony fell off."

"It fell off?!"

"Yeah," he nods "that was the last party they ever threw. But to be honest," he lets out a little chuckle "it was a hell of a party anyway."

"How do you that?" I ask, intrigued.

"Love," He says slightly tilting his head to the side as he grins at me "I was one of the people that threw them."

What?!

Lucifer in a fraternity?!

I definitely did not see that coming.

"You were in a fraternity?!" I ask as soon as Lucifer leads our way towards the front door.

I hear a chuckle coming from him. "Why so surprised?"

"The Lucifer from now doesn't really strike me as a fraternity dude."

"I wanted to party and some senior guy liked my boxing. He offered me a way in when I was 18. That's it."

"Just because you wanted to party?"

"Yeah, stupid 18 year old Lucifer didn't know much."

I shrug my shoulders not giving his words much importance. "Everyone has a dark past."

Slowly turning to face me once we arrive at the door, Lucifer locks eyes with me to lean closer and let me feel his breathing brush my skin. "What's yours?" He asks almost in a whisper.

But I don't reply immediately, instead, slightly tilting my head to the side I can't help but lean even closer to touch our noses together. "I don't think you can handle it." I whisper back.

To take away my words and my body being close to him... maybe the affect they had on him, he gives me a side smile as he leans away. "You didn't like cereal?"

Not even in a million years.

"Don't you dare. You know how babies scream when they're born? I came out of my mom screaming for cereal. My dark past has nothing to do with cereal."

Letting his hand grab the handle he turns turns it down, and for surprise, waiting for it to be closed, it immediately opens as soon as Lucifer pushes it. "Let's get inside so you can show it to me, Avery." He says to me softly leading me inside.

The darkness of the room doesn't allow me to see much. Not even the light from outside gives me the chance to even notice anything in the room, just a couple of chairs messily laying around and a covered couch with dusty pillows lazily resting on top. This house hasn't been opened in probably years. "Isn't this illegal since this isn't your house anymore?" I can't help but ask once I turn to see Lucifer, who's now looking around allowing himself to bring the memories back.

"It is." He replies without a doubt in his tone. Well, yeah, he really meant breaking rules. Like... going to jail breaking rules.

Why am I liking this?

"Huh. I didn't know I was gonna end up doing something illegal tonight. Just wanted to get wasted."

"Believe me," He finally looks at me to send a smile my way "this is way better than getting wasted."

"Doubt it." Ready to see what the hell are we doing here, before I can even take a step forward or even let our word, my eyes follow Lucifer quickly heading to the other room by the right side of the house. "Where are you going?!" I yell at him, but I stay put.

"Just wait!" Wait?! This creepy ass house looks like Michael Myers is gonna come out at me and try to chop everything out of own body! "Have you ever went to one of these parties?!"

"Just one!" I reply trying to ignore the darkness around me. "I slept with one of the guys from here so he invited me!"

Like I called a spell on him, Lucifer brusquely comes back to where I am and steps closer ready to bombard me with questions about my last words. "What?! Who?"

"Jason, I think."

"Jason?" He looks intrigued, more than I can understand why.

"Yeah." I simply nod.

"What— when?" The concern and shook from his eyes don't pass unnoticed on his tone. So stunned from the way he's looking at me, I might start wondering if he's alright on the inside.

"I was a sophomore."

"Where?" He quickly asks.

Yeah, he's definitely not alright. "I don't know! Do you want to know what position we did?! Why the sudden interrogation?!"

His expression backtracks like he realises what he's doing, giving me nothing but a simple shrug of his shoulders. "Just curious."

"Did you know Jason?" Now I'm the one interrogating.

"He's the guy that liked my boxing."

"The one that invited you to the fraternity?"

"Yeah," he nods to then walk a couple of steps backwards without the smile disappearing from his face "apparently we have more connections than you may think."

"Apparently."

"And maybe— we even crossed paths back then and we never got the chance to remember it." He disappears again. "Or am I that worth remembering that you never forgot about me, Avery?"

I can't help but let out a tiny laugh. "Do you really want me to answer to that?" Dead silence follows my question. "Lucifer?" Again, silence. "Hello? Is this your way of scaring me?" Nothing but my own breathing surrounding the room. "Reminder that I'm used to seeing crime scenes, you're ugly face won't scare me even though that's more surprising than you being in a fraternity." For fuck sake—where is he? "Lucifer—! I swear to—!" The sudden light of the room cuts my words.

A strange noise from where Lucifer left gets my immediate attention. So, intrigued on what it is I walk towards it... yeah, follow the noise! Perfect!

Now say: who's there?

But instead of finding Michael waiting to kill me with his dead serious mask on, the bright blue and white light from a gaming machine appears in front of me. Lucifer who's standing next to it with a big smile on his face, crosses his arms around his chest proudly of his find.

"Swear to do, what, Avery? Kill me?"

"Where the hell did you get this?" I can't help but sound surprise and even excited about what my eyes are seeing. I haven't seen on of these machines in ages. Back in my town there was a store that had multiple of these, but when I turned 16, it had to close. Never missed something so much in my life. I have to get closer and see what kind of game is it, my feet quickly take me towards it.

"It's been here since before I joined the fraternity. A bunch of students back in the 90's got the money by washing cars and they bought it. I thought they removed it since nobody lives here anymore,but... I was wrong. Spent hours playing this racing game with Griffin." Before I can see it for myself, Lucifer speaks answering both of my questions.

"And it still works?" My fingers can't help but touch the three buttons and the tiny handle to control the car. It's soft yet old, cold and dusty like nobody has grabbed this in a long time. Why would they keep this here?

"Perfectly fine." Lucifer stands by my side brushing his arm with my shoulder. "Wanna play?"

"If I want to play?" I finally turn to see him and the little smile on his face. "Of course I want to play!"

Letting out a chuckle and a quick movement of his hand pressing a green button, the loud music of the game starting hit my ears. Excited, I take my hand to grab the handle and prepare myself to race against the machine.

"Are you gonna win, Avery?" Lucifer asks by my side.

"I never lose, Donovan."

And just like that, when I see the number 1 on the screen... the game starts.

Straight, left, then right. Quick as I try to not get pushed by the other cars beside me, I make my way towards the first place before the timer gets to three. I smile, proudly. Teddy and I being obsessed with these type of games really made me good. "I told you, Lucifer, I never lose."

"The race is not over yet."

Hate to admit it, but it's true. I'm still on the first lap. And even though the difficulty of this game isn't the worst, I still have to pay attention. Would hate to lose in front of Lucifer.

Again.

I turn around the corner as one of the guys behind me tries to pass my car, but I prevent it by pushing it further and keeping my first place. "Aha! Have that, you asshole." This guy's up my ass, touching it like it's his. "You better get used to that view because that's we're you'll be for the rest of the race!" I can't help but let out. Yeah, we weren't quiet when we played at that store either. "Second lap, lets go!" The guy behind me kisses my ass again. "I swear if you try something—" I'm really arguing with a machine right now. But I don't care, I love it. "C'mon, c'mon." I'm in the middle of the second lap and for the first time I take an opportunity and make my way further away from the guy in second place, seeing my dot get ahead I smile appears on my lips. "Taste it like defeat, my guy!"

Out of nowhere, as I'm getting ready to be on the finish line and win the game, the feeling of Lucifer getting closer touching his shoulder further on my skin, makes my eyes move to give him a quick look. In those seconds that I give my attention to him, for my surprise, I find his eyes on me instead of the game in front of us. His eyes stare down at mine as a side smile is placed on his lips. "What?" I can't help but ask as soon as I go back to the game, still with my first place in hand.

"Nothing." I hear him reply with a soft tone.

"You have a game to focus on, to learn a trick or two. Or maybe even taste victory since you're probably so bad at it you always lost." I joke to tease him. But for my surprise, once again, I don't hear a comeback from him. Not even a laugh or simple chuckle, nothing. I can see my car almost getting across the finish line so, this time, I don't turn my head to the side to stare at him.

But that doesn't matter. His hand slowly wrapping themselves around my waist says to me that this is his answer.

"Lucifer—" I want to win the game. I know what he's playing at, he did it to me back at that party weeks ago. I'm not gonna fall for it twice. "Don't you have another move?"

He doesn't reply. Instead, he takes his lips over to the skin in my neck to leave a warm kiss on it. Sending a slight goosebump down to my arms, the feeling is his skin against mine rushes the blood in my veins heating up my body. He kiss turns wet when he slightly touches my skin with his tongue, almost as if he's french kissing. "I don't think I need another move, Avery." He finally says. "This one seems to have the same affect on you every time I throw it at you."

My hand is still controlling the game. But my eyes, my heart and everything inside my body is nothing but focused on his touch. I have to control myself. Even if it's just my fingers and hand, the need that I have to win has to be bigger than the one needing to have him kissing every single angle of my body.

His back suddenly presses further against mine making me feel the warmth of his body. Again, his lips find their way on my neck, kissing it like it's the water they've been waiting to drink all week of being thirsty. My eyes close at the touch of it, falling at the lovely feeling it's giving me... but I brusquely open them again. I need to win the game.

One more minute and it's over.

"Are you gonna hold that first place, Avery?"

Lucifer's fingers slowly lift my tight shirt up to feel the skin of my stomach under it. A breath of mine cuts short loving it, not being able to hold myself together. But my fingers are still going.

C'mon, thirty seconds.

A warm air brushes against my shoulders when Lucifer takes it upon himself to caress my skin with his lips, tracing down to my neck until the start of my upper arm. I bite my lower lip, trying to still hold it. But when Lucifer touches the edge of my skirt with his fingers towards my thighs another breath gets caught up in my throat.

Twenty seconds.

Both of his hands grab the side of my hips as he caress it with his thumb. That doesn't last long since he gently pushes me back to hit his body. Touching his pelvis, I fight a gasp inside of me, feeling it how rough and strong it is against me. Bringing nothing my memories of our bodies together filling the desire that we had for each other.

Ten seconds.

His tattooed hand flies back to the end of my skirt lifting it up sending a tingle to the pit of my stomach. It touches my thigh so softly yet confidently that soon enough I feel my underwear getting warmer.

Five seconds.

His hand reaches the start of my thigh.

Four seconds.

His index finger slightly lifts up my underwear for it to have an open way towards my inner thighs.

Three seconds.

His lips make their way towards my neck to leave yet another warm and wet kiss on my skin. My heart speeds.

Two second.

The butterflies inside my stomach go wild as his index finger is joined by his middle one, ready to move my underwear to the side.

One second.

He moves it... I wait for it to come, for his fingers to start working on me... but he stops.

I look at the screen with a side smile and a heavy chest.

I won. I fucking won.

"Congratulations, Avery." He whispers against my ear.

"I told you." I whisper back, still with my breathing a bit speed up. "I never lose."

"I know." His lips barely touch the skin of my cheek. "Are you ready to win again?"

"What do you mean win again?"

Without removing his tattooed hand away from my inner thighs, his other hand reaches to the end of my skirt. Slowly pushing it up, he doesn't do it all the way, instead, stopping right where my ass ends, his fingers trace forward towards his other hand. Teasing my underwear like it's all he wants.

"Do you want to turn around, Avery?" He asks against my ear.

I don't know what to answer. I want him all over my body that a simple question like that makes a mess inside my brain.

"Do whatever you want, Donovan." My tongue lets out without my permission.

What happened to the Lilith in control?

Stayed in the party, I guess. Probably having our next shot and shaking ass.

"Is this you losing, Lilith?" I know he's smiling behind me right now. The way that his words enter my ear make not doubt in my mind that he's enjoying this like a fresh glass of water after a hot day.

"No." I reply. "This is me demanding you to fuck me, Lucifer."

That came out of nowhere. Maybe the Lilith in control is here after all.

"Yes, ma'am.." I hear him whisper.

This asshole.

Finally lifting my skirt up, both his hands slowly touch my skin until they reach my warm folds. He doesn't move aside my underwear, instead, caressing it up and down so slowly that my brain process each caress like a minute long. The wait for him to work on me it's killing me inside.

This time, without giving me a warning with his words, Lucifer's right hand traces back to my ass. Giving it a squeeze, he leans closer to my neck as his breathing hits my skin just like times before. "Have you ever—?" He suddenly stops gently hitting my ass with his pelvis. "Avery."

"Yes." I reply knowing what he's referring to. "Multiple times, actually." I can't help but joke. "Jason was the first, we did doggy, to the side, from the back—"

His pelvis pushing against my body harder that the time before cuts my words short. "Damn it, Avery. Do you want to kill me?"

"You already know the answer to that, Donovan." I say. To tease him even further, moving my ass slowly up and down against his pants, I soon hear a long breath coming out of his mouth. "Jason was so good, Lucifer. You have no idea. Girls usually have no luck with fraternity boys, they don't give a fuck about you... but Jason, oh my god, the night we fucked was like no other—" Lucifer's hand going around my throat and slipping my underwear down to my knees with his other one prevents me from letting out another word. His grip is rough, but not the point of hurting, the opposite, I love it.

"No other?" He teases. "If he was like no other, then why do you keep coming back to me instead of him?"

"Do you think you can fuck me better, Donovan?"

"I don't think so..." he whisper against my ear brushing his lips against it "I know."

My heart speeding want to jump out of my chest. "Then prove it."

"I don't have to. You screaming my name already told me... and you. There's no one better than me, Avery."

I slowly shake my head pressing my ass further into his body. "I don't believe that. There's no one better than me, that I know." Just like I was expecting, a bulge starts to grow from his pants.

"Fuck." He whisper in my neck when his forehead rests in it.

"Yeah, I know." I reply with a smile. "The Avery affect, you can't escape it."

Like my words had enough on him, with a quick movement, his tattooed hand goes over to the back of my neck to grab it and bend me against the gaming machine. I can't help but let out a chuckle. "So fast, Donovan." I tease. "Control yourself."

"Do you want me to control myself, Avery?"

No.

"You're acting desperate, that's pathetic.."

"I don't fucking care." He leans to whisper in my ear. "I want to fuck the shit out of you, hear you scream my name until you come on my fingers..."

Well.

Shit.

I'm so wet.

"What if I don't scream your name?" I tease him again as I hear him getting rid of his belt with a quick swing. That, causes my heart to skip a bit.

"You won't be able to hold it in, Avery."

He makes his button undone. "Are you gonna beg for me to say your name?" The desire to have him inside of me can't hold any longer.

"No." He whispers as I don't hear him moving behind me anymore. My heart races again. He's finally completely naked. I wait for him to answer, but instead, he gives it to me in a whole other way. Without giving me a warning, he quickly thrust inside of me so roughly that my throat pushes a moan out of me. "I don't think I'm gonna have to, Avery."

Yeah, I don't think so either.

The roughly thrust he just did makes my heart sink to my stomach once again, sending a bit of shiver down to the pit of my stomach and pelvis. Tensing it as he moves in and out of me, his right hand holds my waits in place not wanting it to go anywhere. But to be honest, it won't matter if my brain screams at me to do something else than take him, my body won't listen. His sudden and new movements against me lay down my head giving in to the pleasure of Lucifer being inside sends to my body. Tingles on my stomach and a slight tightest around my ass.

He's not doing roughly anymore, instead, changing the rhythm, his slow thrust make slow breaths come out of me. I suddenly feel his back touch mine, getting his mouth to my ear. "You're taking it so good, Avery." My arms get chills because of his words. "But I'm not done. You think you can handle it?" Another rough thrush followed but a slow one, shaking a moan out of me.

My elbows lift my body up slightly, to the point of Lucifer being able to move his left hand towards my inner thighs without waiting another second. My folds ask for more when his index finger touches them gently, wanting for me to beg for more since he stays in place while keeping it up with the slow rhythm of going in and out of me. "Say it." He whisper firmly against my ear. "Say my name."

"Was it Jason?" I joke. I want to make him angry.

I hear a chuckle coming from him as he roughly thrust me again... he's loving this. "Don't tease me, Avery."

"Or what?" I whimper out since he doesn't stop with his movements against me.

"You're being such a bitch right now." Gently biting my earlobe as he stops and slips out of me, I can't help but let out a smile at his last words. "You like being a bitch?"

"Yes." I reply without hesitating. "It's my favorite thing to—" he roughly thrust inside of me cutting my words short. "Fuck, Lucifer." I moan out.

Shit.

"There it is."

He's happy that I said his name, and it shows on his fingers when they start to go up and down against my folds. My head lays down again waiting for it to become bigger inside of me, the lust he usually gives me.

Stopping on my clit, I can't wait for him to start, my head swings up letting out a long breath out. I want to scream at him to move his fingers and make me feel like the times before he's done this, but my tongue isn't letting me. My brain, better said. The Lilith that doesn't want to give him any satisfaction is fucking back.

Lucky for me, he doesn't wait for my words. As he slowly thrust in and out me again, his finger doesn't hold back and starts to move around my clit making it warmer at the touch of it. My chest speeds up as the lovingly tingle flies from my pelvis towards the pit of my stomach. My folds get wetter every second he keeps working on my clit, swelling it the more the desire and lust fill my body.

"There we go, love, just like that." He speeds up on both sides. Inside of me and against my clit. Have to admit, he's a damn good multitasker. Meanwhile, me, I'm just barely keeping it together the most faster he goes. "Fuck." He whimpers out as the sound of his skin hitting mine reaches my ears.

I get tighter letting my hands rest on the machine instead of my elbows, wanting him to feel his chest against my back. Warming my body up reaching it to the point of heavy and long hot breaths coming out of my mouth. "Shit." I finally let out as I feel my knees getting weaker. He doesn't stop, even better, he lets my pelvis get filled with that sudden hotness making me shut my eyes and tighten the side of my waist and thighs.

But before I can reach that wanted maximum, Lucifer slips out of me as he stops against my clit. "Fuck, Avery." He whispers tiredly. He doesn't stop to catch his breath like I expected, instead, his index fingers leave my clit downwards towards the slit. It teases it with his two fingers, feeling it getting wetter because of everything he just did. "Wet for me, are we?" He asks and I know he has a grin on his stupid face. "Do you need me to do something, Avery?"

"Shut the fuck up and go on." I say demanding.

"Is that so?"

Shit.

"Go on to do what?"

Fuck me.

"Fuck you?"

Did I say that out loud?

"You're begging me to fuck you, Avery?" He chuckles. "That sounds nice."

"Should I repeat again that I'm not begging, I'm demanding." My words come out breathlessly.

"Want me on my knees, Lilith?" He whispers against my ear. Moving his fingers once again, slipping slightly in and out of me. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes." My tongue speaks before it goes through my mind.

"Say it."

"Fuck me."

"Then," He speaks with a demanding tone behind me, placing both of his hands on my waist "turn around. Now."

I don't hesitate. My body doesn't wait for me to react to his words and swings around to face Lucifer, seeing those shining green eyes staring down at me with lust in them. His right and left hand both fly to the end of my ass lifting me up, placing me on the edge of the machine as my hands help rest my body on top of it, just with my back barely touching the handle of the game.

Seeing the side smile on his lips I can't help but do the same... the strange feeling of us being like this, together fulfilling this type of desire with each other, brings nothing but a deep tingling feeling on the pit of my stomach.

Am I ever gonna have something like this again?

Without thinking about it, my right hand reaches up to his cheek grabbing it and bringing him closer. Ending right on the edge of my lips, I follow his eyes going directly to them with the intention to end the space between us and unite our lips. But I stop him immediately. "Drop to your knees, Donovan."

He smiles slightly pulling away. "Bossy. I was wondering when that side of your was gonna come out."

"It's always out, Lucifer. I never beg."

"Yeah." He slowly leans down towards my neck. "We'll see."

I don't respond since he's lips roughly kiss my neck. Tongue and everything, hoping to leave marks. Soon tracing until my chest, he sucks on my nipples so hard I can't help but let a long breath out.

It's like he doesn't want me to hold myself together and process what's he doing to me, his lips without giving me a warning trace down towards the edge of my underwear that's now back where it's supposed to be, since I changed positions. Grabbing it with his teeth, he removes it from my body while his hands close my legs up and his knees kneel him down in front of me, making it easier for my clothing to be off. I don't wait for his words, I take it upon myself to lift my skirt up and open my legs again.

He smiles at me teasing me for my actions, clearly impatient, ready for him.

"Is that a yes, Avery?" He whispers before his lips crush against my inner thighs.

"You're not gonna beg for me to say yes, are you?" I can't help but joke.

"I'm already on my knees." His breathing hit my skin. "I'm already begging for you to let me fuck your body."

Shiiiit.

If I was wet before, now it's a damn waterfall down there. And Lucifer can immediately tell. The way that his fingers easily trace up and down against my folds, feeling them get warmer and warmer the more he touches me. The wet sound of his index teasing my slit, screaming for more, it even reaches my ears on top of the chuckle that's now let out by Lucifer.

"Can't help but get wet... Damn it, Avery. I'm gonna get a double boner just by hearing it."

His lips rush to my inner thigh as his other hand hold my waist in place. I know it's coming, my body knows it. And it can't wait no longer. My heart rushes expecting to feel his finges inside of me soon, my chest wants to rip it out and get it over with. The butterflies make a riot in my stomach once the tip of his finger slightly slips inside of me, allowing for a little gasp to escape my mouth.

And just like that, with his lips sucking on the inside of my thigh and his other hand holding me tightly, his finger finally thrust inside of me with a rough movement. Causing for another gasp to jump out of my mouth. Soon his index finger it's joined by his middle one without letting me get used to his first, even then, it doesn't take me long to do it.

He curls them up as he starts to go in and out slightly, pounding my walls at the feeling of getting fucked by his fingers.

"Music to my fucking ears." He says teasing me as the sound of my wet insides surrounds the room. "All for me?" He teases again.

Pulling out until only his tips are inside of me, my eyes look down to stare at his penetrating mine like he's waiting for them to ask again. Beg. "You look so good looking down at me." He whisper letting out a side smile. "I'll kneel more often."

FUCK.

He doesn't wait for my response, his lips go directly to my clit to start working on it. Swinging it around with his tongue to then kiss it roughly, all he does causes for a low moan to escape my mouth. Up and down my folds, slightly pushing it inside of me, pulling away immediately, playing on my clit. He's doing everything to me without mercy, making my knees week the more he moves. My elbows too, slightly shaking barely being able to hold my body up. But that doesn't seem to bother Lucifer, me moving against him, with his top hands he now holds my waist tightly in place as he doesn't give my clit a break.

"Shit, shit." His tongue doesn't leave my clit, side to side, up and down, quicker than I can let out another long breath. My thighs tighten around his head slightly opening them up to feel Lucifer's tongue more on me. The familiar feeling of warmth quickly surrounds my inner thighs and folds, screaming for him to make me finish and let me experience that wanted orgasm.

But for my surprise, the second that it it starts to reach up to my body, he stops.

"Oh, fuck you." I let out with my heavy breathing. So troubled, that it almost came out as a whisper.

He lets out a chuckle. Asshole. "Patience, love. Patience."

His face goes back in front of mine with his eyes staring down at my lips. Our breaths start to mix together like making a tornado between us, sending goosebumps to my arms and a slight jump of my heart in my chest.

"Those fucking lips, Avery." He whispers as his right hand gently grabs my cheek.

"What about them?" I tease.

Another side smiles leaves his lips. "I want to kiss the shit out of them."

"You want to kiss me?"

He nods leading his thumb to caress my folds up and down. "While I fuck you again."

If he doesn't stop—

"Then do it, Donovan." He lifts an eyebrow stopping on my clit, caressing it. I roll my eyes even if my all I want to do is embrace his thumb on my clit. "Not begging, asshole."

"Idiot."

"Stupid."

"Dumbass."

"M—" He roughly thrust me with his dick cutting my word shut. "Fuck—!"

I hear a chuckle coming from him. "C'mon, your turn."

I'm gonna kill him.

I don't respond, him slowly going in and out of me as he moves his thumb following the rhythm prevents from doing so. Long and heavy breaths come out of my mouth, our eyes are still locked with each other seeing how the shine and lust grow in them. I can't help but like how Lucifer looks, messy curls and thick pinkish lips, slowly breathing out as he moves quicker and quicker the more seconds pass. "Fuck." He breaths out. "Avery." Calling my name, his left hand reaches up to grab my cheek and bring me closer to his lips crushing them with mine.

I have trouble following the kiss since he's speeds up, pounding my walls roughly like before. A moan gets caught on my throat from reaching that warmth feeling around my thighs and pelvis. Lucifer, without stopping, let's go of my cheek and my lips for his right hand to rest beside my body on top of the machine while he's other one still goes hard on my clit. Because of this, as he looks down he's able to speed up even harder inside of me and even manage to make my clit almost get to the maximum desire spot.

"Holy shit." He whispers out so breathlessly that my heart speeds just like my body tenses up, growing the chances of getting that wanted orgasm even higher and stronger.

"Don't stop." My tongue is able to let out. Following my words, Lucifer's eyes meet mine without slowing down, better, he's going harder. "Lucifer— oh my god."

I have to close my legs on him, the heat of wave suddenly rushing to my pelvis and thighs tensing me right away make a loud and long moan come out of me. Lucifer follows me, making me feel how his cum fills my insides as it leaves his dick. "Fuck. Holy fuck." His chest goes quickly up and down just like mine, our bodies trying to make our breathing go back to normal by taking in all the air that it can.

"Shit, Lucifer." I let out almost in a whisper. "Alright, maybe you are better." I admit. His eyes stare at mine surprised and I immediately want to close them when a proud and cheeky smile escapes his lips.

"I already know that, Avery. But thank you for your words, I love them when they come from your pretty mouth." His hand flies towards my cheek and unites our lips together. The kiss is so tired that neither of us move our lips, just us trying to catch our breath while our lips taste each other. Finally, breaking it, Lucifer starts to caress my cheek with his thumb.

For my surprise, out of the blue, I hear a laugh coming from him.

"What are you laughing at?"

"You said God." He lifts an eyebrow. "Too bold of you to say that when you're fucking Lucifer." I can't help but roll my eyes. Is he serious right now? "Are you gonna say Adam just to tease me now, Avery?" He jokes.

Even if I want to brush his joke away, I laugh escapes my mouth. "You're an idiot."

"You just fucked me, so that makes you an idiot too."

"Not necessarily."

"No?"

I shake my head. "Nop."

"And what does it make you?"

"Anything else than an idiot."

Lifting an eyebrow, a side smile escapes his lips. "A dumbass?"

I roll my eyes. "I'll say someone who knows how to have a good time."

He doesn't reply to my words immediately, instead, from the way that his smile becomes bigger and his face leans closer staring down at my lips, a sudden feeling of knowing he's about to make me regret my prior words rushes through me. "You're calling me fucking you a good time, Avery?"

Shit.

"No—"

"You didn't have a good time?" He now whispers leaning even closer, almost brushing his lips with mine. His right hand flies towards my cheek holding it in place, until I can feel it warming up my body. "Then what were you doing moaning while my tongue was fucking you, huh?" C'mon, brain, come up with something to say back. "And don't say you were faking it," he smiles meeting my eyes "you're the last person to ever fake a moan to feed the ego of a man." He has a point. "Do you need me on my knees again to remind you, Avery?"

"Remind me what?" I can finally reply to his words.

Lucifer's hand on my cheek bring me closer to his face, gentle yet quick. "How you love it." He replies almost in a whisper teasing my lips by brushing them against his. I can't help but smile when he does it too, enjoying the fact he knew I want to kiss him. I suck at hiding it.

But before he can, the bright blue and red lights from the cop car outside makes me turn my head towards the front door. Not expecting to see the cops, I slightly pull myself away from Lucifer. "Fuck." He complains gently resting his forehead on my shoulder.

"Cops." A smile escapes my lips. It reminds me when I used to run from them, feeling wild and free as the tiny rush of being on the limit rushed through my veins. Even that, I didn't want to end the night in a cell because of underage drinking. Failed once or twice... maybe a third time.

"The good old days." It seems that Lucifer agrees with me. Turning to face him I find his eyes staring at the window by the side of the front door, where the lights make their way through.

"When drinking was illegal and you had to run for your life when the cops showed up."

He nods turning around to meet my eyes. "Alcohol tasted better back then."

I nod. "Something about it being illegal, just so much more fun. The sour taste of doing something bad."

He smiles doing a quick look to my lips when I do the same. "And the sour taste of being on the edge."

Letting out a chuckle out because of his words, my brain can't seem to find anything else after that. The silent between has made its way to find a place comfortable, not annoying or even awkward, just... nice. The way that our eyes are locked as little smiles are placed in our lips, I find myself wanting to stay like this forever. Staring at his messy hair and those green eyes, shining even if there's poor light above us. My heart speeds up a bit when I follow his eyes doing a quick look down to my lips, suddenly sending a bit of a tingle to the pit of my stomach. My body gets the strange of touching him, but not in a way that I did moments ago, I want to caress him. Tracing the tip of my fingers up and down against his soft skin, allowing myself to feel his warmth surround my body too.

I hold myself in place. What am I even thinking? Why do I want to do this?

Before I can answer my questions, my eyes follow him getting closer and closer... he wants to kiss me.

I slip my head back. "What are you doing?" I can't help but ask confused.

Lucifer's eyebrows slightly furrow, like the answer it's so obvious he's wondering why I'm asking. "Kissing you." He finally replies.

"Why? Do you want to fuck again?"

"I can't kiss you unless my intention is to fuck you?"

"Isn't that what we're doing here?"

He doesn't reply. Staying still looking at my eyes like he's trying to read them, going slowly right to left, my brain starts to get confused on his lack of words.

It is. Fucking. That's what we're doing.

Only that.

Then why is he not answering?

"You're right." He finally says nodding. Looking down as a little smile appears on his lips, I hear a chuckle coming from him. "Maybe I do want to fuck you again."

I lift my eyebrow. "Can you handle it?" I tease.

Going back to my eyes, I see nothing but the same shine as before in his eyes as a side smile coming from his lips. "You moaning my name will make me."

WELL—

He leans towards my face without giving me a warning, almost so quick that it gets a breath stuck inside of me. His lips are barely touching mine when the sound of someone trying to open the door hit my ears.

I quickly make Lucifer step away gaining a complaint noise from him.

"We better check this house too," a male voice says "any of these little shits could've hidden here."

A cop.

Shit!

"Holy fuck."

Pulling up my underwear once I get off the machine and bringing my skirt down looking almost like nothing had happened before, Lucifer grabs my hand and leads me to the left side of the room. I can't even process what's he doing since it's so quick and the room it's only being illuminated by the lights of the cop car, even then, I let him take me wherever.

Hiding us between an opened door and a wall, Lucifer places my body in front of his making my forehead almost brush against his chin since there isn't much space for us to be fully separated. His heavy chest breaths heavily making it all I can hear, until the sound of two people walk inside the house.

But my eyes can only focus on him. His messy curly hair and his thick lips, making a side excited smile for what we're doing, hiding from the cops like little kids. His green eyes now staring down at me, tracing up and down my face like he's admiring something I can't understand. My heart suddenly speeds when I feel his right hand gently touching the side of my waist. He's not pulling me closer or even pulling me away, his hand just rests on my skin as if it were comfortable for him to do so.

I can't stop staring at him. How his face shines and his excited eyes, waiting for something to happen.

What is it? What's he waiting for?

A strange noise hit my ears but I don't turn to see what it is, my eyes seem to be locked on his not being able to look away. I want to know what's he thinking, what goes through his mind when he's staring at me like that, or even like before, when he tried to kiss me.

On mine... well, there isn't much than me trying to figure out why my heart speeds like this. Why my brain can't seem to read him like I can with other people. And even the most confusing question ever, why can't I stop staring at him? Why do my eyes want to stare like I'm gonna lose my sight in a couple of minutes?

That's what it feels like. My eyes need to stare at Lucifer like I won't be able to a minute from now, they need to take everything they can until they can't anymore. But it's not enough. I'm staring at his eyes looking down at me, at his lips and messy hair, his heavy breathing while both of his hands are now gently holding my waist, everything he has to offer. Why is it not good enough? Why does it feel like I could just be staring at him for hours... and not get tired?

My ears don't hear the two people inside the house anymore, instead, all they can hear is the sound of Lucifer's heart. It's beating fast just like mine, rushing to jump out of his chest and touch whatever it's excited to meet. My body screams for me to rest my head and his chest to feel it against me, feel it beating with my hand, touch his warm chest and let it relax me. Let it be the thing that causes my brain to stop throwing words at me. But I stay still. I hold myself in place... not because I'm trying hard to do it so, instead, my brain it's now disconnected from my mind. It won't do what I tell it do. It just stays quiet and frozen, under the shine of those green eyes.

My breathing goes suddenly slower letting me hear another thing than Lucifer's heart. And it seems that he feels the same way, since when we both hear someone getting closer, our head turns to the noise breaking our eyes apart.

I try to deduce what it is, even if my eyes immediately miss his.

"Nobody's here." The same strange voice speaks again.

"Good, let's go." Another, now female, voice speaks. "I'm tired of fraternity parties."

Honestly... me too.

Checking of the cops are gone, Lucifer slightly slips his head out of the tiny corner we're hiding. After what felt like an eternity, Lucifer grabs my hand once again and leads me out allowing me feel my breathing change. Even if I didn't feel it abnormally moments ago. "It was good to hide from the cops again." Lucifer says letting go of my hand while giving me a big smile.

"Yeah." That's all my tongue can let out. Honestly, my brain is still moments ago. My heart racing like his was, my need of staring at him and, his heart... the sound of his heart against me.

"What?" Lucifer asks making me snap out of my through. "Did you just got shot or something?" He jokes allowing me to finally break out a tiny laugh.

"What— no! I was just thinking about Ada." My ability to come up with lies faster than I can breath, ladies and gentlemen. Taking my phone out of the back pocket of my skirt, I stare at the black screen. "She's probably looking for me." I unblock it while my feet without giving it a thought lead me towards the front door.

Lucifer's hand gently grab my arm, stopping me from taking any steps further. "Wait. You're gonna leave now?"

"You're right," I nod "you should go first and then I'll leave. They're gonna see us leaving the house togeth—"

His lips crushing into mine cut my words. My body doesn't wait for my brain to process, it already wraps my arms around his neck while his go directly to my waist pulling me closer. The familiar warmth and sweet taste that his lips have appear on mine, allowing me to... love his lips just like times before. "Broke your rule," Lucifer says with a side smile as soon as he breaks our lips apart "kiss but no sex?" He teases. "Is your head going to explode now?" My brain finally being to control my body, it rolls my eyes. "Don't worry," he steps away as he winks at me "I still hate you, Avery."

"You suck." I see him walk away.

"Yeah, yeah," he nods turning around "I know. Better pick another insult!"

And just like that, it's just me and my racing heart in the dark house.

I have to let out a long breath to let my body relax. It's not like it didn't experienced a million of things in a matter of an hour, Lucifer and his strange ways to make my body and mind a whole mess.

I have to distract myself. Ada can not see me like this, it'll make her ask questions and I don't think I'm in the state to come up with a million of lies. I'm good, but with Ada, I'm the kid who lies and immediately grows a giant nose.

So, I unblock my phone to stare at the unseen messages first. One, it's from Ada asking me where I am. Another one from my mom, sending me a picture of Teddy with his outfit ready for Joyce's part. The huge smile placed on his lips can't help but send one to mine, loving to see my brother like this even if I don't like the why.

Then, my eyes wonder more down.

His name appears.

I've read all of his messages. What's this new one about?

I open it to realise that it's not an old one, it's the one that I didn't finish reading. My eyes immediately make their way to end it, like it's the last thing I do this god damn party.

"If he doesn't get those fucking lips away from you....

I am gonna fucking kill him."

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i definitely did not had a crisis while writing and editing this because it's a 20k chapter... of course not. lol, hope you enjoyed it!