Page 4 of Wicked Believer (Original Sinner #2)

I may have chosen to be with him, but I never would have been forced to if Lucifer hadn’t first chosen for me, manipulated me for his own twisted means.

The way he’s still doing. Right now.

The ground continues to shake, the subtle vibrations growing more violent and intense by the second. Like my rage can destroy the earth beneath me.

“That’s right. I killed him,” Lucifer hisses, his voice rising.

“Doesn’t that anger you?” His pupils narrow until they’re serpentine slits, even as the hardened length of his cock presses against me.

Even as I seek it out. “I enjoyed the taste of his blood as the last of his pathetic heart pulsed in my hand.”

I’m shaking nearly as much as the ground now as I struggle to hold my anger in, my pussy soaking the thin layer of my thong, which he quickly rips from me, but as he undoes his belt buckle, my skin tightening, I can’t bring myself to fight it anymore. To resist him.

So, I give in. To my desire. To the fury.

I hit him again, letting out a strangled cry. I fight and kick with every ounce of rage he’s released in me. It doesn’t take long for him to pin me again, yet still I’m pulsing with need. He clutches me by the throat, the swollen lips of my pussy already anticipating him.

The earth continues to shake.

“That’s it,” he snarls. His deranged chuckle is a dark, twisted thing. “Fuck me. Destroy me. I stole your humanity from you, after all.”

Roughly, he holds me down, choking me with one hand as I claw at him uselessly.

With the other, he lifts my dress and exposes himself before crudely shoving his cock into me.

The fullness of him stretches me, his shadows wrapping around us like a shield as he thrusts until darkness dances at the edge of my vision, and with each delicious stroke, I feel my world shatter.

Like he’s tearing me apart. Even as it feels like he’s putting me back together again.

I can’t make sense of all the feelings at war in me.

I love him.

But I ... might also hate him a little.

For everything he’s done to me.

And yet, I hadn’t even allowed myself to think it until now, to unleash this feeling. That’s how much I want him, how much he’s damaged me.

This ache he creates in me, the invisible force that binds us.

It’s life altering. Universe creating.

So catastrophic I can’t begin to wrap my mind around the scope of it.

Lucifer and I are infinity. Infinity made flesh.

Lucifer thrusts into me, his cock finding a rough and perfect rhythm, hitting that exact spot he knows makes me come undone as his other hand fingers my clit feverishly. “Let it out now, dove. Let it out.”

“It ... should have been me,” I rasp, barely managing the words he’s coaxed from me through the fog of my own pleasure and the grip of his hand at my throat. I glare up at him, a furious tear sliding down my cheek as I hiss, “It should have been me who killed him.”

A satisfied smile crosses his lips.

Two of his fingers lightly pinch my clit, rolling it in a way that makes me arch up off the ground until I gag.

Lucifer smirks. “Forgive me.”

The pleasure inside me heightens, the force of it nearly reaching an apex, but Lucifer senses the exact moment when I start to let go, the exact moment I’m unleashed.

My body begins to pulse, an abundance of light bubbling inside my chest before it tears through me. My mouth opens on a silent scream, but Lucifer’s there to catch me, his shadows smothering it out before it escapes the clearing.

He releases my throat, my breath rushing back to me, and I see stars.

In his eyes. In the open sky above me.

From the feeling of his rock-hard cock pumping inside me.

“That’s it,” he coaxes. “Come apart for me.” He strokes me in a way I would never dare pleasure myself, rough and terrifying, his cock splitting me in two, but somehow in his hands, it works for me.

I shudder beneath him, my pleasure and whatever else is inside me far from over as he lays a gentle kiss on my neck.

“Don’t hold back. I want all of you, even the darkest parts of you,” he whispers. “Let it out now.”

And I do.

At his command, I come apart completely.

Another pulse of light and pleasure bursts through me, my release so intense it breaks past Lucifer’s shadows, shattering the barrier he’s created and nearly blinding us both.

He thrusts into me, emptying himself inside me on a guttural curse as I orgasm so hard, I swear I feel not only the earth shake, but the heavens too.

And maybe I do.

Maybe whatever this is between him and me really is life altering.

I shudder and shake beneath him, a strange sort of relief filling me, and for a moment, for the first time, I fear what eternity means. The depth he’s created in me.

Once the earth has crumbled and humanity has fallen, Lucifer and I will still be here.

Love everlasting.

Lucifer’s own orgasm finishes shortly, the final grunt of his pleasure settling me into a familiar, sated kind of subspace as I stare dazedly up at the stars.

I don’t know what just happened, or what the hell he unleashed in me, but it feels like it’s more than my dress that’s ruined.

Though he’ll find a way to replace it for me.

He always does. And as I lie there, panting and trembling beneath him, the cold, hard ground suddenly feels less solid in the face of our infinity. Less stable.

Like he cut whatever gravity tethered me to the earth.

What the fuck did he just do to me?

Lucifer’s hand comes to my belly, his touch now so gentle it’s reverent, as he uses a mixture of dirt and some of his cum, which leaks from me like paint over my bare skin.

Some kind of angelic symbol.

“What does this mean?” I rasp, my voice uncharacteristically hoarse from where he choked me. I’m not certain whether I mean the symbol or the shock of power he just fucked from me, though I’m not sure it matters.

“It means forever, little dove,” he whispers to me.

I let out a contented sigh, despite the shakiness in my limbs, the uncertainty and fear that coils in me. I know better now than to believe everything he tells me. This and most of the things that leave his lips are a lie.

A beautiful, terrible lie.

And yet, for one sweet, blissful moment, I lean into him and allow myself to believe it, completely.