Page 105 of Wicked Believer

“Be careful what you wish for.”

“Do your worst.” I eye him up and down, taunting him. “Lucy.”

Abruptly, Lucifer clutches me by the throat, sending me staggering back onto his desk. The desk’s contents crash to the floor as he drags me by my collar to the center of it, but he doesn’t so much as blink.

His eyes never leave mine, his expression darkening. “Careful now, little dove. My hellfire doesn’t know the meaning of mercy.”

Then make me burn,I purr through our connection.Light me up, Daddy.

Without warning, Lucifer shoves me down onto the desk so hard, he knocks all the wind out of me, and the next thing I know, my hands are being roughly pinned above my head and my panties ripped from beneath my dress as he buries the full length of his cock in me.

But I won’t let him pin me down that easily.

He thrusts into me, growling in approval at how wet and slick I already am for him, but I maneuver my leg up between us and use my high heel to nail him straight in the chest. He eats it, taking the blow without so much as a wince, as he’s knocked a few feet back into the wall of his office. Apparently, I don’t know my own celestial strength.

Lucifer throws back his head and laughs wickedly, the sound crazed, unhinged. But I don’t stop there.

“What’s wrong, Lucy?” I taunt, hopping down from his desk and rounding the far side, so that he’ll have to chase me. “Don’t like being bested at your own game?”

“Minx,” he purrs. “Witch.”

Before he dives for me.

I barely manage to skirt his grip, but just when I think I’ve gotten away, he snatches me out of midair, throwing us both up against the glass wall of his office so I’m pressed flat against the cold glass.

“I’m going to be punishing you for this for weeks,” he snarls.

“Worth it,” I sass back.

The sound of his belt buckle follows, and the next thing I know, the snap of the leather hits my ass painfully. I yelp, unprepared for the blow. But the subsequent ones come so quickly, I don’t get any reprieve. Over and over until I’m keening.

“You’re lucky I don’t put you over my knee.”

The sting of my ass heightens, my pussy growing infinitely hotter until I’m gasping, aching for it. Suddenly I hear his belt buckle hit the floor before Lucifer spits into his hand and—

He takes my ass in one hard thrust, causing me to cry out in a mixture of pleasure-pain. My hands press flat against the window, the heat of my breath fogging my view of the city as I whimper. Holy fuck, he feels twice as huge back there.

We’ve been slowly building up to this for weeks, but this is the first time he’s—

I let out a choked sound, my collar feeling tight against my throat as he slides home, bottoming out. His balls slap against my ass cheeks as he pushes past the last of my resistance, while meanwhile my pussy continues to ache. Somehow, the throb at the apex becomes impossibly worse as he digs into me, wrapping his hand in my hair to use it as leverage.

I moan greedily. “Please, Daddy.”

Put me out of my misery.

But Lucifer has no intention of showing me any mercy.

“Do you have any idea how furious I was when you first showed up in my boardroom? How fucking angry I was?” He pulls my head back, growling, each stroke of his cock harder than the last, until his pace is unrelenting. Until I can hardly see straight.

I shake my head. “No, no, sir.”

He palms my breasts. “I couldn’t eat. Couldn’t sleep. You have no idea how much I hated it, how much resentment I felt for—”

“Me?” I gasp, whimpering.

“For fuck’s sake, Charlotte, no. Don’t you see? The vulnerability you created in me.” He says it out loud, but I feel the weight of it inside my skull.

The full extent of what it cost him.