Page 24 of Stealing His Cupcake (Stockholm Syndrome for the Win #2)

Amy

I’m crazy. Certifiably insane. Why else would I agree to let a man who kidnapped me do whatever he wants with me?

But what else was I supposed to say after his panty-melting confession?

No one has ever said anything so hot to me.

Lucifer’s words skipped Hallmark-romance level and went straight to those naughty romance novels a colleague at the café where I used to work loved to read.

I never got into them because I’m not a fan of reading, but she regaled the break room with the best quotes and let me tell you, the heroes in those books had nothing on my captor.

I won’t even mention Craig, whose idea of romance was saying “ Babe, let’s go to bed” or straight out telling me to suck his cock while he lounged on my couch.

Is it any wonder that I said yes to my sexy captor?

I mean, I didn’t even manage to say yes, I just nodded, but I guess when you kill people for a living, a simple nod is a lot more consent than you’re used to.

I’m not given time to think about anything, let alone to reconsider my decision.

Lucifer dives in to capture my mouth, his tongue surging in to meet mine in a battle for dominance I have no chance—or desire—to win.

He’s on top of me, supporting his weight on his knees and free hand, his other hand still squeezing my throat and while just minutes ago, I would have found it terrifying, now it makes my pussy embarrassingly wet.

“Fuck,” he moans into my mouth. “I’ve waited so long for this.

” As I surrender to his kiss, I wonder how long he has been watching me.

This is not an obsession he gained today as he spotted me in Turbo’s apartment.

He must have been obsessed with me for a while.

It should be scary, and it is, but also sort of flattering?

I’ve never mattered to anyone this much.

By the time he pulls away, I’m a little lightheaded from lack of air and my lips are swollen from his ruthless assault. “You’re perfect,” he says. Sitting back, he looks down at me in wonder. “So fucking perfect.”

His hand leaves my throat and before I can mourn the loss, it skims over my diamond hard nipple, then down along my side to the hem of my nightgown. He glares at the piece of clothing as if it personally offended him. “Take it off. Please,” he adds in a softer tone.

My heart beats like a drum as I wriggle out of the nightgown and lie in front of him naked.

Conscious of my soft belly and drooping breasts, I instinctively try to cover myself.

With a ferocious growl, Lucifer grabs my wrists and pins them by my sides.

“No hiding from me. Don’t make me tie you up, cupcake. ”

Unease flickers inside my chest, the wrong kind of fear slithering up my spine.

Being tied up would be too much, too real.

To his credit, Lucifer immediately notices my discomfort.

“It would be just for fun, Amy. I think you’d like it.

But not yet. Not tonight. Tonight is about that beautiful pussy of yours. Just relax.”

I do. I relax as he kneads my tits and kisses my nipples.

I cry out when he sucks one into his mouth, softly biting it, then relax again as he resumes the kissing.

I even relax as he kisses his way down my stomach that’s too big and too soft to be sexy.

My breath catches as he moves between my legs, running his hands up my dreadfully unshaved calves.

I’ve been conscious about it before, but now, when I actually want him to like me?

It’s a million times worse. My face flames up with embarrassment so terrible I even manage to speak up.

“Wait. I haven’t— I mean, obviously, I haven’t, um, shaved, but I can go now and— It will only take a few minutes. ”

Lucifer has never looked less threatening than now as he rolls his eyes. “I don’t care, Amy. If having shaved legs makes you feel better, you can do it tomorrow. Just know that I don’t care either way.”

“Really?”

Straightening up, he presents me with his rock-hard cock.

“See that?” With a tormented groan, he gives himself a slow pump, more pre-cum dripping from the tip.

“That’s how you affect me, sweetheart. You could have a damned rainforest growing on your legs and I wouldn’t care because you’re mine and you’re perfect just the way you are.

” As if to drive home his point, he kisses his way up from my ankle all the way to my inner thigh.

By the time he gets there, I’m all wet and squirming with need, but the asshole grabs my other leg and repeats the process before finally nuzzling my pussy.

I’m not shaved there either. I find it impossible to get everywhere with the stupid razor and don’t even get me started on how irritated my skin is afterward, but I trim the hair there quite often, so it shouldn’t be too bad.

Not even Craig complained about me not being bare down there.

Well, not too hard, anyway. Still, I’m a little anxious about Lucifer’s reaction.

“Perfect,” he whispers, placing a kiss on the top of my mound. “So fucking perfect.”

Hearing the sincerity in his voice, I relax completely. Against everything, he somehow likes the imperfect me, and what more could I ask for?

He takes his time, kissing along the outside of my pussy before spreading my outer lips and delving in.

The first time he runs his tongue all the way up to my clit, I cry out, the sensation unfamiliar and, frankly, overwhelming.

Instinctively, I try to move away, but Lucifer pins me down with a ferocious growl that resonates through my core.

“Stay.” He explores my pussy with his tongue, slipping inside of me before moving to circle my clit, over and over until I’m moaning with need, moving my hips against his face wantonly.

“More, please.” The words slip out on a moan, surprising me. I’ve never been very vocal during sex, let alone demanding, but right now I feel like I will spontaneously combust if he doesn’t give me what I need.

Chuckling darkly, Lucifer continues tormenting me, his dexterous tongue pushing me closer and closer to my release, but never tipping me over the edge. My inner walls spasm, needing something to clench around, something long and thick like Lucifer’s cock, but the bastard doesn’t give it to me.

“Please. Please, I need to come,” I beg shamelessly. At some point, I’ve wrapped my legs around his shoulders and now I use them as leverage to grind my pussy against his tongue.

“Oh, do you now, cupcake?” he asks, the vibrations from his voice resonating through my core. “Do you need to come? Will you come for me? Will you beg me to give you my cock?”

“Yes! Please, I need your cock.”

Lucifer moans, long and deep, before sucking my clit into his mouth. The pressure is almost, almost enough to send me spiraling, but no, he eases up right before I reach my climax. God, I hate him so much! “You’re not getting my cock tonight, cupcake,” he says and I whine like a kid denied candy.

“Why not? You said you’d ravish me. Please. I’m ready to be ravished.”

“No, you’re not. You don’t trust me yet and our first time won’t be in a motel room.

It will be in our bed, in our house.” His words only half register as he keeps teasing me, but did he just say our house ?

“But since you asked so nicely, I’ll let you come.

” He dips a finger inside of me, then a second one, curling them and moving them around until he finds the spot that makes me moan out loud.

My pussy clenches around his fingers, my inner walls fluttering as arousal builds.

“What a hungry cunt you have, cupcake,” Lucifer laughs, licking and sucking on my clit.

“Fuck, I can’t wait for it to squeeze my cock like this.

” Letting out a breathless moan of his own, he continues moving his fingers in a steady rhythm, each motion pushing me closer and closer and if he stops again, I might actually murder him. “Fuck yes. Come for me, Amy.”

The force of my orgasm slams into me so hard I can’t even scream, my eyes rolling back in my head as my brain temporarily blacks out.

Lucifer is the one who shudders and groans, almost as if in pain.

His fingers twitch, setting off more ripples of ecstasy through my body.

The tightness in my chest reminds me I’ve forgotten to breathe and I suck in a deep gulp of air.

“Fuck…” I don’t normally curse, but I think a monumental orgasm like this warrants it. “I-I don’t even…” What should I say? My mind is blank. “Um. Thank you,” I say, hiding my face in my hands when I realize how stupid that sounded. Stupid good manners.

Chuckling, Lucifer glances up at me. “You’re adorable. And you’re welcome.” His grin is positively roguish as he licks his lips, humming in appreciation. “Just as I thought. Delicious.”

Heat flares in my cheeks again. He can’t possibly be serious, can he?

Worry that Lucifer’s only making fun of me niggles at my mind, but I push it away.

I doubt he’d bother eating me out just to make a point in some elaborate prank.

Plus, so far he’s given me no reason to doubt his sincerity.

Then I realize I should probably be hurrying to repay the favor.

After all, that’s why people kidnap others, right?

To receive sexual services, not give them.

I don’t even mind anymore. I’m good at blowjobs, courtesy of Craig’s bossy attitude, and after how generous Lucifer was with me, it’s only fair that I do the same for him.