R-18 (Read at your own risk)

Through the dark, I felt his onyx orbs almost burn through my soul.

It was lesson number 1.

How could I forget? It was the hardest one to pass. I barely made it, and I don't think I would survive it tonight.

He moved the crystal glass around, and it made the wine inside swirl.

I kept on a straight face.

He shouldn't see me crumble beneath him again, not anymore.

He raised an eyebrow as if he was questioning my feigned strength, then he smirked. The teasing grin brought out the dent on the side of his cheek. His dimpled smile has always been my undoing.

He placed the wine glass on top of the counter, and started walking towards me. He took small strides, taking his time, while loosening his tie in the process. He bit his bottom lip and my insides went wild. The way he unbuttoned his dress shirt without breaking eye contact sent chills running down my spine.

And in that moment, I just wanted to be held by his strong and muscular arms.

The dark night deepened as the moonlight hid behind the vivid threads of red and black that covered his window.

His window.

The panel of glass where he pressed my naked body against while he took me from behind. Messing up both my heart and my world. It looked awfully similar to what he had here.

What the fuck? Focus.

He finally arrived in front of me, and he turned his dangerous gaze to where I was looking. He let out a deep chuckle that rumbled like rolling thunder. His naked chest occupied my vision.

"You want it again, my sweet girl?"

My breath hitched with how sexy he sounded. "I don't know what you're talking about, Lucifer..."

I was walking on thin ice. One wrong move and I'd fall.

I'd fall into the depths of his icy love that left me breathless all the time. Then, it would hurt all over again.

He cupped my cheek, then he dipped his head down on the curve of my neck. Before I could even push him away, he placed sensual kisses against my skin that left me completely powerless. I couldn't help but moan. There were no escape routes anymore, just through.

It was lesson number 2.

He placed his lips on top of mine, then he made our lips dance. He kissed me with so much longing, as if he was a beast who hungered for flesh. My flesh.

His lips moistened mine. I opened my mouth and let him in. His tongue slowly circled between my lips and my teeth, and then it was soft flesh inside my cheeks.

His hands traveled down from my neck, to my waist, then he reached down to my needing bud. I arched my back when I felt him rub me through the fabric of my lace underwear.

"That's it, baby... Moan for me.."

I opened my eyes and gave him a deadly glare. I was burning with rage, but down where his hands were, I was a wild ocean that was about to beg for release.

It was lesson number 3.

He gripped the front of my satin dress and ripped it apart.

I could care less about the dress. The warmth of his lips spreads down my body. His teeth found the peaks of my mounds and he grazed them lightly. It felt so good that it stung.

He played me with his tongue and I was like a soft putty in his hands.

He carried me to his black velvet couch and laid me down. He hovered over me like a predator, who was ready to descend into a sea of fire.

He brought me back to my early pleasure.

Deep in the night, I climbed the high chair of his lap and started grinding against his rock hard pride. I became host to his broad, naked body. He started kneading the flesh of my breast, and morning aroused in my sensitive cave.

I pulled the band of his underwear down, and aligned his shaft with my entrance. I was already too lost to find my way back to sanity.

Then, it was lesson number 4.

We turned to each other in familiar pleasure.

Halfway around the world, I missed him so bad. 

But he wasn't my home anymore. 

He was a hotel room I could only visit, but never stay forever in.

After a journey for a month to a distant country looking for my solace, I landed right in the middle of a raging war.

His eyes look back at me, head tilting slightly, strands of hair falling on his forehead, and lips slightly parted from the pleasure we were both riding. I kept on moving, without any intention to stop.

His scowl morphed into a naughty smile, "My baby's needy, huh?... Ah fuck, I missed you, Belle..". 

I missed you too, Luci.

He held my waist to stop me. Without creating space, he lifted me up towards the entryway of his room. I couldn't help but feel excited for the havoc that the beast was about to wreak.

I hissed when he forced himself inside me. It was so powerful that my entire body shook along with his king-sized bed.

Our ragged breaths were mixing with the invisible breeze, and although New York was in the middle of winter, the temperature inside his lair was on the roof.

I clawed his back, and I was sure I would be leaving marks.

He used to be mine to claim, but he already belonged to someone else. So, I removed my hands from his naked back, being very careful not to leave any more damages. What we were doing was already enough to tear his relationship apart.

But I was surprised when he entered me a bit more fiercely, and I had no choice but to grab his arms which he used to support his body.

"Haven't I told you before, Ellora Ysabelle? I would always leave you with no choice but to hold on to me..."

I have always held on to you, my Lucifer Daniel. You were the one who let me go.

The night went on, and we spent it satiating our hunger for each other's warmth. My body was covered in pink and purple bruises, and the tears from my eyes from feeling so much screamed his name.

He was both my angel and my devil. He protected me in ways that shattered me. In ways I would never understand.

I stood by the door as I stared at him sleep. His bruised back faced me, then I was in tears again.

I walked to his dresser and took out a shirt that was big enough to pass as a dress. I wore my underwear and my heels before slipping on the crimson shirt.

I gave him one last glance, before I turned around and walked away.

I took my pouch and my keys from his bar counter, and I scribbled on a sticky note. I left a message that would change our lives forever.

It was just sad that we would have to see the seasons change apart. It hurt.

I glanced around the room and memories of the two of us together came flooding my mind.

I left his unit, and locked the door behind me. I ran towards the elevator. Knowing how much of a light sleeper Lucifer was, I had to escape as fast as I could.

I didn't have any strength left to talk to him. I had to get out of there quickly. Because as soon as he feels my absence, he would go chase me again like how he did before. But every time I stop running, he stops too.

I slid inside my car and drove down the busy highway. New York was still awake and buzzing at 2 am.

The city lights made the country look like a giant Christmas Tree where sad people went to hide. I was one of those sad people. I went here to look for another chance, but after what happened, after a senseless fuck from Lucifer, I found the answer.

I placed a hand on top of my mouth to muffle my sobs.

I saw it. I saw his plan.

I saw the velvet box on top of his bedside table.

He was going to drop the question I've been dying to hear, but not to me. 

I took a peek, and the huge diamond confirmed what I already knew in the first place.

She's the luckiest girl in the world to be able to receive such a gift from the cold Attorney.

His last name. A lifetime with him that I've dreamed of for as long as I could remember.

I've always imagined saying yes to him, but it was time for me to return to my reality. A life where we could never be.

I was about to enter the gates of my rented home, when a black SUV suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Two huge men stepped out of the vehicle, and my heart started to race when I saw what they had in their hands.

Guns.

One of them walked towards my car, while the other man stood in front and pointed his pistol at me.

I froze. I was terrified, and I started praying for my life in my mind.

My door was forced open, and I was yanked out, "Don't scream or we'll shoot", the guy said before I even had the chance to speak.

I held both of my hands in the air and nodded. Whimpers came out of my mouth as they forced me inside their Range Rover. I sat there in silence, I was still being held at gunpoint.

My thoughts drifted back to the sleeping man I left in the luxurious apartment. I was swallowed by regret. I should've stayed and left in the morning. 

I would probably still be lying in his arms, safe.

Then, I finally understood what he was so afraid of, why he chose to break my heart just to keep me alive.

But why couldn't I make peace with his reasons?

Why couldn't I forget that he failed lesson number 5?

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love,rich