Lucifer's Cage (After Dark Book 6) by Sarah Bailey (romantic story to read TXT) 📕

and under her clothes. His fingers met her softness. She was so hot and wet, it coated them in an instant. She let go of his hand, curling it around his back.

“Finish what you started.”

It was the last thing he expected from her. Part of him wanted to deny her, but her heat drove him crazy. He wanted to feel her. Pressing his fingers inside her, his thumb on her core, he felt her shudder against him. She groaned into his mouth, pressing closer. She was like a furnace.

“Please, I don’t want to beg you. You’re a fucking arsehole for subjecting me to that shit.”

And yet you want me anyway.

“Lucifer, I swear if you don’t make me come, I’m going to fucking explode.”

He worked his fingers inside her. She released his mouth, breathing hard as she pressed her face into his shoulder.

“Damn you,” she whispered. “I can’t do this anymore. It’s not fair. All I want is to give into you and I can’t.”

He wrapped his other arm around her, pressing her closer. What could he say to that? If he insisted she tell him why, she’d quite possibly storm off in the middle of him pleasuring her. She turned her face up to look at him. Her violet eyes were full of desire tapered with turmoil.

“Lucifer…”

“You just demanded I make you come. Do you want to talk or should I continue?”

She was silent for several moments. He stilled, wondering exactly what was going through her head. She seemed very conflicted.

“I don’t want to talk.”

He cocked an eyebrow.

“Then what do you want?”

She bit her lip.

“You.”

“Excuse me, did I just hear you correctly?”

She looked down at his chest, her face going an interesting shade of red.

“Just take me to bed.”

He pulled his hand from her shorts before hoisting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he strode towards the bedroom.

“This doesn’t mean I’m going to let you fuck me,” she said, staring down at him.

“We’ll see about that.”

He tossed her on the bed, crawling over her in an instant. Her fingers curled into his suit jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. His mouth was on hers. He needed to feel her heat again, but this time he wanted to bury himself in her. Nothing was going to get in the way.

I want to see the real you, Candace.

“What?”

You heard me.

She turned her face from his, breaking the contact between them.

“I already told you no.”

“You’re mine whether you are on board with it or not.”

She turned back to him, her expression thunderous.

“Oh, so on top of being an arsehole, you’re a possessive jerk too. This was a stupid idea.”

She pushed at his chest. He smiled. There was the fire he’d come to expect from her.

“Oh, no, you don’t get to stop now.”

He shoved aside her shorts and underwear, burying his fingers in her heat. She arched up against him, fingers digging into his shirt.

“Fuck,” she groaned.

“Mmm, that’s it. I want to hear you moan.”

Brushing his thumb over her core, she stared up at him with wide eyes, shuddering. This was exactly what he wanted to see. Her at his mercy. He leant down, kissing her neck and up her jaw. One of her hands curled into his hair, the other gripping the sheets. A moan escaped her mouth when his fingers became more insistent.

“This is what you asked for. Don’t forget that. You said it, Candace, you want me. You want me all over you. Touching every inch of your skin. Nothing between us whilst I fuck you until you can’t walk for days.”

She moaned again, her eyes fluttering closed.

“Tell me that’s not exactly what you want.”

She shook her head, arching against him. Her fingers dug into his head.

“Say it.”

“Lucifer…”

“Say. It.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I want you to do all those things.”

“Are you going to let me?”

“No. You know that.”

He growled, biting down on her neck. She cried out, shuddering. She was close. He could feel it pulsating in her veins. He was so hard, straining against his trousers. She was the most frustrating woman he’d ever met. If he didn’t have her soon, he’d lose it completely.

She’ll be the death of me. I’m going to make her mine. My little witch.

He didn’t know why he needed her submission. He could take what he wanted. Candace wouldn’t forgive him for it. That seemed to matter to him.

He growled again, pressing his fingers deeper inside her. She was so slick and hot. It drove him insane. Her fingers dug harder into his hair. He felt it the moment she snapped. She clenched around his fingers, trembling as she cried out.

“Lucifer!”

His name on her lips made him ache further. Frustration tore at him. How long was she going to make him wait?

When she opened her eyes again, he was leaning over her using both hands to prop himself up.

“Better?” he asked.

“It’ll never be better. Not when we’re near each other.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means unless we fuck, I’m never going to feel better.”

That made him smirk.

No, she’s right. It won’t feel better until then. Whenever then might be.

“The offer still stands.”

“I shouldn’t admit these things to you.”

“No?”

“You’ll use it against me, but right now, I don’t care. I’m tired of doing the right thing. I’m tired of having so many expectations weighing down on me.” She closed her eyes again. “What’s the point in caring when I’m stuck here? What if I can never go home?”

A tear slipped down her right cheek. He wasn’t sure why the sight of it made him feel like holding her close and never letting go. He brushed it away with