Page 70 of Wicked Believer (Original Sinner #2)

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Charlotte

“Back so soon?” Lucifer looks more than a little amused at the sight of me as he waves off Ramesh, who appears to have been bringing him a drink.

For safety, Azmodeus put a two-drink limit on all party guests, except the Originals.

Being immortal has perks, it seems.

Lucifer’s eyes narrow as he notices the blush on my cheeks, my swollen lips.

Nothing about navigating this is going to be easy.

So, I just come out and say it. “I think it’s only fair I give you an equal chance to court me. For us to start fresh. Now that we’ve agreed I’m allowed to ... explore.”

Lucifer quirks a brow in interest. “A competition between Azrael and me? Is that what you had in mind?”

I shrug, my face flaming. “Sort of. I guess?”

When he puts it like that, it sounds a lot more wicked than I ever expected it to be.

But the idea of the devil and Death competing for my attention, well it ...

Makes that bit of power I now keep at the ready inside myself purr eagerly.

Lucifer reads the uncertainty in my expression easily. “Immortality can be fun, if you let it be, Charlotte.”

Kinky and messy and fucked up, but what else would it be?

Lucifer snatches me toward him, so that I’m tucked against him, chest to stomach.

He’s a whole lot taller than me. “The only problem with that little arrangement is I fear the playing field may not exactly be level.” Lucifer leans down so he can whisper into my ear, causing me to shiver from head to toe, like he did before, like he always has, especially before he gave his Father’s redemption to me.

“Oh, and why’s that?” I smile up at him playfully. “Because you were the one who made me immortal? Who first fucked the shame out of me?”

That devious grin of his widens, flashing fang. “No, no.” He chuckles, the heat of his breath brushing against me. An intoxicating mixture of whisky and leather and smoke. “Who do you think taught Death all his best moves?”

Without warning, Lucifer casts his whisky glass onto a nearby table as he brutally kisses me, and all my breath, all my nerves, are sucked out of me like a force as I’m suddenly yanked forward and down into the ether.

Down into the fiery realm where he’s king.