Page 136 of Wicked Believer

Thus far, all I’ve managed to do is conjure a bit of pulsing light into my palms. Not even enough for it to escape from inside me or do anything more than give me some stupid glowing ET fingers. It’s not like I, or Greed, know what I’m supposed to be capable of anyway.

Greed seems to be taking the approach that whatever my powers happen to be, they’ll reveal themselves if I justtryhard enough.

Or if she bullies me to the point of fury.

At the end of the day when I collapse onto mine and Lucifer’s bed, feeling the other side once again empty, I don’t have the time or the energy left to scream.

But I swear I still feel Azrael’s presence there, watching me.

Even when I can’t see him.

Before I know it, two weeks of Lucifer’s hellish schedule have passed, then three. Until I’ve fallen into a strange kind of rhythm.

Azrael. Greed. Work. Playroom. Repeat.

Until I’m certain I could do it all in my sleep.

Except for the playroom part, anyway.

Lucifer can clearly sense the distance between him and me, and he appears to have decided that he can somehow find a way to punish it out of me.

I’ve been pumped full of him so many times, I’m starting to get worried I’ll be pregnant before year’s end.

Not that I’m complaining.

Our sex life has never been better.

Each time he thrusts into me, it’s like he’s trying to prove something.

A clash of wills.

Endless nights. A mix of devilish love and hate-fucking until we’re both raw in a way that reminds me of the first few weeks we were together.

But he can’t exorcise this particular demon from me.

This time, I somehow know it’smyresponsibility.

That evening, when he’s finished with me in the playroom, he’s once again kept his promise to fill me up. He has every night he’s been home.

No matter how certain I feel that someday I want children with him, right now I’m not positive I could handle it mentally, so I’m still taking my birth control. And praying.

I’ve yet to rediscover the hope I felt in the playroom with him the first night of my training, my renewed spark, even though our tax bracket has kept me largely insulated from the chaos happening all around the world.

Team No Apocalypse is low-key struggling.

“I have a surprise for you, little dove,” Lucifer says as he deposits me on our bed for the evening, cleaned and cared for but still dripping, I’m so full of him. His cum leaks down my leg, and he uses two fingers to swipe at it and shove it back up into me.

I lift a brow, turning toward him tentatively.

“Get dressed, and the security team will take you down to the car.”

I nod and do as I’m told.

I haven’t been giving him the slightest hint of resistance lately. I’ve been such a good girl, he honestly seems a little put off by it. Apparently, my good behavior doesn’t thrill him as much as he thought it would. Like maybe heenjoyedwhat a brat I was being.

Though these days, I don’t have the energy.

When the security team finally leads me to the car, I’m surprised to find that Lucifer isn’t there waiting for me. Instead, without explanation, Dagon drives me to a restaurant in Tribeca I’ve never been to before, Belly of the Beast.