Living Hell: 'Daughters of the Night' (On-Hold), Chloe Knox & TayTay2000 & Bookaholic25 [the top 100 crime novels of all time TXT] 📗
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I left out a shaky breath, which to me was a breath of fear, but to Lucifer was out of nervousness.
He lightly kissed my neck. His scratchy and slimy tongue slid across my shoulder, pushing the strap to my dress over the tops of my arms.
I lifted my hand to run my fingers through the tips of his blonde hair, being careful not to pull. As a result, he sucked harder on my neck, pulling on my skin. It stung the slightest bit as he nibbled and pulled with his teeth.
I had always felt so stupid when practicing with Agatha, but now I couldn’t be any more thankful. I easily hid a whimper of dislike with a fake moan, which vibrated in the back of my throat sounding the slightest bit like a growl, just like Agatha had taught me.
Lucifer grabbed me tightly by my hips, and turned me, so that my back no longer was facing him.
“If you don’t feel you can look at him in the eyes with convincing lust, look at his lips. Study them; try to concentrate on the slightest details. It’ll make it seem like you want him, just as much as he’ll feel he wants you. He’ll want you more, and so he’ll get right to it. If you’re scared, that’s the way to go. Get it over and done with.”
I avoided Lucifer’s eyes and looked at his lips, like Agatha had once recommended for my first time. I studied the light brownish-pink shade of his lips. They were slightly chapped, yet looked soft. I innately reached out, brushing my thumb across his lips.
Carefully and gently I slid my finger down, revealing his teeth; pearly white, with two sharp canines.
He’s a vampire? What? I thought Lucifer was a fallen angel? How did he—his mouth crashed onto mine, stopping my thoughts, but not my heart. My heart was throbbing, pounding, banging, and so hard I thought it would burst.
A fallen angel—actually any angel is powerful! But they don’t have powers that help them hurt people. They are good with mind control, just like Lilith. Vampires? In real-life, they don’t sparkle! And they certainly don’t like humans! They’re killers. One bite! That’s all it would take for Lucifer to kill me with those fangs. Even his hands where dangerous weapons, ten times more than a marine’s. Being an angel AND the blood of a vampire running through his veins, he could practically kill me with a flick to the temple.
I did the best I could to keep those thoughts in the back of my mind, but it was almost impossible.
I close my eyes and tried to imagine my dream guy; long dark hair, but not like Justin Bieber’s—god I hate him! Light colored eyes, yet fluorescent. Strong hands, that’ll never let me go and will grip me even tighter when I fall. Sweet tasting lips that are as soft as velvet or silk.
But Lucifer’s tongue went back to my neck, his teeth brushing against one of the main arteries in the human body, and I reacted.
I harshly pushed Lucifer on his chest, forcing a good few inches of space between us.
Lucifer smiled, flashing his canines, “What’s wrong, Naomi?” he asked mockingly.
“I…I…I”
Knock, Knock
The door opened and in stormed Harold, a breath of extreme surprise and relief escaping my lungs.
Harold?! He had come for me! He had actually come to save me!
Lucifer quickly stepped away from me to grimace at Harold, “Harold! What have I told you about—" Lucifer growled taking intimidating steps toward Harold, but Harold didn’t tremble in fear. He just stood up straight, looking Lucifer in his cold icy eyes that mimicked his heart, “But sir! We’ve found him!”
“Found him? Who’s him?”
“We’ve found the shifter!”
I couldn’t see Lucifer’s face, since his back was to me, but just by the way his curved spine straightened made me think his attention had been captured. Who was this shifter, they were talking about?
“The shifter? The shape-shifter? You found him?”
“Yes sir, he’s waiting right outside.” Harold mumbled, vigorously nodding his head as he gripped his wrists behind his back.
Lucifer nodded, signaling Harold to yell, “Bring him in!”
Two buff men in tight black t-shirts and black slacks walked into the room, their hands harshly dragging a reluctant man into the room by his elbows, since his hands were tied behind his back with some kind of twine.
“C’mon guys, I thought we were past all this rough housing. I thought we were friends.” The brunette mumbled sarcastically as he attempted to yank out of the men’s grip on his arms. They only tightened their fists and threw him on the ground, face first, with one of Lucifer’s frowns on their lips.
I quickly scurried to Lucifer’s side to watch, as the brunette squirmed on the floor, face pressed into the rug, and wrists tightly woven together, “C’mon guys. Help a brother out.” He mumbled into the floor, flexing his hands and trying to get his knees under his body to pick himself off the floor. But it was a lost cause, one of the men pressed his boot into the brunette’s lower back making it impossible to move, “Ah,” he groaned in pain, the rug muffling the sound, “I’ll take that as a hell no.”
This man was in deep, did he not realize it. I could realize that just by the looks everyone was giving him, and I don’t even know exactly what this guy has done. Sassy sarcasm wasn’t going to help him; he’d only make things worse for himself.
The one man in black, pressed his boot harder into the guys back, “Goddamn, take it easy! I can’t exactly pleasure anyone with paralyzed legs can I now?” He yelped over his shoulder to the men in black. Then he turned and looked at me. He winked, his olive green eyes sparkling in the lack of light within Lucifer’s room, “Hey, sweet cheeks,” he said with a smirk.
I innately blushed, and my heart raced. The last thing I wanted to do was make things worse for this guy, cause he clearly didn’t give a shit about himself. I had to do something, but what?
“Pick him up!” Lucifer ordered, never taking his angry eyes off the brunette.
The brunette stuck his tongue out at Lucifer, making him narrow his eyes in surprise.
This brunette…? He couldn’t be any older than twenty, or any younger then eighteen, yet here he was, acting like a complete child! He was going to press Lucifer’s buttons! Get himself killed! Or worse, tortured!
The men in black both bent down. One lifted him from the ground by the twine around his hands yanking him onto his knees. The other grabbed a fistful of his shoulder length hair and yanked his head back aggressively.
The brunette bared his teeth and squeezed his eyes in dislike, “Okay! I’m really starting to get sick of this!” he growled through clenched teeth, making the guy yank harder.
“You boy, have some spirit.” Lucifer mumbled, with a big smile on his face. He was taking way too much joy in watching the men rip the brunettes hair out, “You ever hear the saying ‘bravery comes hand in hand with stupidity’?”
“Are you calling me stupid? Now that’s just rude.”
The brunette's never ending sarcasm seemed to amuse Lucifer, “Boy, don’t you know who I am?”
The brunette shrugged, uncaring.
“Boy! You are looking in the eyes of the brutal devil himself!”
The brunette gave me a sideways glance, then looked back to Lucifer, “Really? I imagined you…bigger.”
Lucifer’s eyes squinted in confusion, “Bigger?”
“Yeah! You know! Big, burly, buff, intimidating. Red with horns! Like Hellboy!”
“Hellboy? Who’s Hellboy?”
“The big red guy, with the horns and tail. Big left fist! Ring any bells?”
Lucifer stood up glaring at Harold, “Who is this Hellboy?”
“I don’t know sir.”
“Well go! Go find this boy and bring him to me at once!”
“Yes! Right away sir!” Harold mumbled with a faint bow before running out of the room.
The brunette started laughing.
Lucifer’s furious eyes snapped to him, but he didn’t stop laughing. Only laughed harder, louder.
“What’s so funny boy?”
“Oh nothing!”
“You know, I’ve had just about enough of your little retorts!” Lucifer whispered angrily, bending down to tightly grip the brunette’s jaw. He tried to pull away from Lucifer’s hand but that only made his fingers press harder into his cheeks, “I like your spirit, kid. But the constant sarcasm, it’s kind of annoying.”
The brunette didn’t say anything. Just stared blankly at Lucifer.
“What? Got nothing to say?”
At that, the brunette arched his neck, gargled, and then jerked his head forward. A white and foamy string of saliva smacked Lucifer on his cheek, making me gasp.
“That’s
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