She's With Lucifer | ✔︎

04

04: Vanessa's POV

"W-where is the bathroom?" I asked in fearsome wanting to get away from him. He scares me far more than he did in high school. Although, what scares me most, is the small part of my body which enjoyed every second of it. 

Sending a smirk my way, he lifted his arm and pointed in the direction of a white painted wooden door. I got off the bed on wobbly feet and had only taken one step toward the bathroom, but immediately stopped when I felt a sting on my bottom. Realising Lucifer just spanked me, I almost sobbed.

"I can't wait to fuck the shit out of that ass," I heard him say in a dangerously low mutter. My body's reaction was deplorable, as I felt heat rise up to my cheeks and the way I shivered at the lustful thought. Quickening my step, I continued walking into the bathroom and as soon as I entered it, I locked it. 

Turning around to face the mirror, I see dark purple hickeys forming on my jaw which led to a path that stopped just above my bosoms. My face was pale in distraught as realization dawned upon me. The realization that I've been kidnapped without any explanation at all and just been kissed and marked by a guy I never even thought would speak two words to me, who also turns out to be my kidnapper. 

Taking care of my business not being in a hurry at all, I exited the bathroom only to find the devil himself on the bed.

He seems to be in deep thought about something as he gazes up at the ceiling.  "Come here," He spoke huskily as if daring me not to obey. His eyes were still cast upward, it felt as if he could just sense my presence and he'd know I was in the same room. Taking a small step after a small step, I reach the edge of his king sized bed. I stand there looking more idiotic than I already am, frightened at what he would do to me when I get on the same bed as him. 

My thoughts were interrupted by Lucifer pulling me on the bed very roughly, knocking the air out of my lungs. I landed directly on top of his hard, toned chest. 

"S-stop always touching me," I stuttered as I try to pull myself away from his grasp only to be held tighter. 

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want," he whispered in my ear as he dragged my back closer to his front, until our bodies were glued entirely together in a spoon.

The heat from his body wrapped itself around me like a blanket, and I found myself almost never wanting to get up from the warm, comfortable spot, his embrace. 

He started moving his hand up to my bosoms where he groped them extremely rough. "S-stop" I tried to get out, as a quiet moan left my lips. My lower region was throbbing for attention that quickly clouded my judgement and knowledge.  "Never," he said fisting my breast even harder than before.

There was a slight pain there, but my body seemed to enjoy it especially when I figured out it was him pinching my buds.  He let out a chuckle. "You like it rough," he observed my reactions like a hawk.

"W-what do y-you want from me?" He flipped my body over so I am now facing his beautiful face.

His gray eyes looked murderously sexy as he looked into my hazel orbs.  His lips twisted into a sensual smirk, causing me to bite my lip. There was a pull in my stomach that led all the way into my core, and just like that, he turned me on. His eyes traveled down to my lips, then back to my eyes.

His eyes grew darker, as his smirk widened.  "Attento," he whispered, there was a warning in his voice. His hands started rubbing circles on my bottom. I unconsciously rubbed my hips against him, forcing mine to meet his in a sweet embrace. He looked a little shocked at what I just did and honestly, I was surprised myself. "Like I said, you like rough," he said, I have never been put into a situation like this, so I guess I just sort of— I don't know. ( Translation: careful )