Lucifer's Cage (After Dark Book 6) Sarah Bailey (best books to read for students txt) 📖

what’s yours. I have denied you, made you wait, made you suffer because I kept saying no. I’m asking you to do what you promised me that first night I asked you to stay with me. I want you to hurt me. To punish me because I deserve it.”

The silence permeated the air for several moments. He stood, stepping around her. His fingers trailed over her shoulder before he stopped behind her. The atmosphere between them changed in an instant. Lucifer wouldn’t hold back. Not when she’d offered herself to him willingly. It was always about consent between them. He needed her to submit to him.

“Get on all fours and place your hands on the throne, after which you will not move until I say so.”

She didn’t hesitate, crawling towards the throne and placing her hands on the seat, palms flat. She heard the click of his fingers. Her clothes were gone, leaving her bare before him. He trailed something up her back, around her neck until it rested on her cheek. She looked down at the end of the riding crop. Fuck. The thought of him using it on her made her blood pound in her ears.

“Did it hurt when he touched you?”

He removed the crop from her face, trailing it back down her spine. She shivered, the anticipation causing heat to pool between her thighs.

“It burnt.”

“Good.”

She felt the first slap across her behind. It stung, but she didn’t flinch away.

I asked him to punish me. I asked for all of this.

He quickly followed it up by several more, each one stinging as much as the last.

“Did you like that prince kissing you?”

Another strike. Her skin felt like it was on fire.

“No. I’ll never let him come near me again. Not after what he said.”

The crop trailed up her sex before she felt the sharp sting of it against her core. She whimpered, biting down on her lip. Pain radiated from all of the places he’d struck her.

“And what did he say?”

“He hinted if I was to give him a child, he’d turn a blind eye to me seeing other people.”

The crop ran down her inner thigh.

“Did you tell him about me?”

“No. He saw us together before we left, so he knows there’s someone else in my life.”

He nudged her legs further open with his foot. She wanted to look back at him. See his expression. He’d told her not to move and she’d obey.

“Who do you belong to?”

The crop ran along her behind. He struck again. A moan of pain and pleasure escaped her lips. Four more strikes radiated across her behind.

“You.”

The sharp intake of his breath echoed through the room. He struck her along her back, making her hiss.

More. I want more.

“Mmm, do you know how sexy you look right now? Perfectly pliant.”

The sound of something clattering on the floor followed by his fingers running across her heated skin made her whimper.

“Fuck, Candace. You make me so hard. You haunt my every moment with thoughts of hurting you, marring your perfect skin, fucking you and soothing all the pain away when I’m done.”

His dark desires called to her. She’d never known what she really needed. The man behind her was it. He leant down and kissed each mark. Every touch of his lips made her heart pound faster. Her core ached. She wanted him filling her. Fucking her with no mercy.

“Do you want me?” he whispered, his voice soft, seductive.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“How much do you want me?”

His fingers trailed up her inner thighs.

“I can’t stand it. Every time you touch me, my skin feels like it’s on fire. I ache for you. Please, please, Lucifer, please.”

He stopped short of brushing against her sex. A whimper of frustration tore out of her mouth.

Holy fuck. I’ve never been so turned on and desperate for another person in my whole life.

“I want you to promise me something.”

Whatever it was, she’d agree. She’d do anything for him. Give up her life if it meant she could be by his side.

“Promise you’ll never leave me. I need you.”

He needs me? Shit, Lucifer.

His confession sent her over the edge. She’d lay down her life for him. Give him all he desired.

“I promise.”

As if I would ever leave now.

“Tell me how you feel. I want the truth.”

His hand ran up her back and curled around her throat, fingers tightening on her neck in an almost painful grip. She’d said it once. Could she say it again?

“Lucifer, please.”

“Tell me.”

His hand tightened, almost cutting off her airway.

“Let me say it to your face,” she rasped. “Please.”

She needed to see his reaction. It was too impersonal with him behind her. His grip relaxed a little. His other hand cupped her sex.

“Even after everything you went through last night, you still let me hurt you.”

She wanted to scream it at him. Tell him it was because he had all of her. Her body. Her mind. Her heart. Even her soul.

“Look at me.”

His hand was still around her neck, but she turned her head back. His dark eyes were hazy with lust. Her submission fed him. She could see all his thoughts laid bare to her.

I am everything to him. Everything he needs.

She parted her lips, needing to get the words out before she lost her nerve entirely.

“You are the world to me. You give me everything I have ever needed. You own me. All of me. Even the things I thought I’d never give to another person, I give to you willingly.”

His expression darkened. A hot wave of desire drove through her when his fingers sunk into her heated sex. He growled. His fingers weren’t enough. She wanted to feel