Page 22 of Signed in Blood

He chuckles, finally replying to my previous question. “Yes, you’ll always come back here. We made a deal, I own your soul.”

He offers his hand for the sponge and I grant it as he dips it into the water before rubbing it along my shoulders. “I think I’m starting to understand how all this works.”

“Is that fact?”

“I’m trying.”

He leans toward my face, rasping, “Try harder.”

My gaze widens, feeling the heat of his voice across my face. He’s warm and comforting. At the same time, I feel this kinetic energy about him. Every time he gets close to me, any time he’s touching me, I feel more power, almost like he’s giving it to me.

My heart races as I stare back at him.

His intense stare mirrors mine, reading my thoughts. “I am.”

I moan in satisfaction, feeling his heat all over my body as he whispers, “Simply think of what you want and you’ll get it.” He places the sponge back and gestures for me to stand, ending the bath. I obey, eager to do what he’s asking.

“What you imagine is what exists in the earthly realm. Understand?” He tells me, offering me a towel and I dry myself off.

“Practice now. Close your eyes. Your hair is dry.”

I reach up and it’s absolutely not dry.

“Say it!” he demands.

“My hair is dry,” I’m quick to answer.

“Envision it,” he says more calmly. I do as I’m told. My dark brown hair. I imagine it as if Sabrina’s just curled it. She styled it just right.

“And now?” he asks. I open my eyes and face the mirror, finding the bath gone and replaced by the settee once again. But also, my hair exactly how I love it.

My bottom lip drops slightly.

“What you want is yours. A blink of an eye, a flick of a wrist.” He murmurs as he does, flicking his wrist to present me with a glass of wine. Taken from thin air.

My heart races.

“How do you feel?” he asks me, his cock getting hard through his slacks as he continues to push his power into me.

“Hot,” I respond and take a sip of the wine before setting it down on small table beside the settee, and he grins again. It’s the most delicious wine I’ve ever had.

“Because that’s what you wanted,” Lucifer states after hearing my thought.

I can’t help but grin. It almost feels evil. Almost too easy.

“Do you feel powerful?” he questions. His broad shoulders tower over me. The devil has a way of overwhelming me, but also drawing me in for more. Like I could never have enough of him.

“You should play with the toys I gave you the next time you have a chance up there,” he suggests and I nod in understanding. My mind fills with questions and yet I don’t ask them. Not that it matters. He can hear them all the same.

“Fire play for instance.” He moves his hands to start caressing my body and a small flame starts to build along my skin.

Adrenaline courses through my veins at the sight, and yet, there’s no pain.

It’s touching me, but it’s not hurting me in the least. If anything, it’s turning me on. Sensitizing my skin with every nerve ending aflame with desire. I think fear flashes through my body for a moment but then the ecstasy takes over.

“I’m not going to hurt you and all you will feel is pleasure,” Lucifer assures me and I believe him. I don’t understand why he’s like this. Why he’s so giving. And I surely don’t know why I’m so easily falling for him. Naked before him, his eyes drag down my body and he plays with the fire, down my side and then back up to the curve of my breast before pulling his hand away. I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding and all of the warmth seems to have pooled between my thighs.

“Can I trust you?” I ask, my pussy clenching in anticipation of where he’s going with this.