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(His addiction.....)
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CHAPTER 08
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His lips curves into a smirk as he leaned forward closing the distance between us.
"You're trembling"he murmured "why".
"I... I am not"I stammered but we both knew it was a lie. My hands were shaking and my cheeks burnes with a blush.
"Are you scared of me Little thing"he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. His touch was gentle.
"No" I said quickly. Too quickly.
"Good"His hands lingered to my cheeks, his thumb tracing the outline of my jaw 'you shouldn't be. I protect what mine ".
Mine.
The word echoed in my head, that I didn't want to acknowledge. I wasn't his.
"Am not your, I don't belong to anyone"I said shaking my head.
His smirk turned dangerous"Oh little, you were mine the moment I owned you ".
He was dangerous - hell, he was the devil, the deceiver. But fuck, there was something about about him made me want to step closer instead of running away.
"You're insane" I whispered.
"Probably"he took another step forward, crowding me against the wall. His scent wrapped around me like smoke, leather "But you make me crazier. You have no idea what you do to me".
"Why do you care so much" I asked.
"Because you're mine".
Before I could protest, his lip crashed against mine, hard and demanding. I gasped and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping in my mouth.
The way, he kissed me, he made me feel like I was burning from the inside out. I should have pushed him away, I should have stopped him but I couldn't. Instead I kissed him with everything I had.
When we finally pushed apart, we were both breathing hard, our swollen.
He leaned in again, his hand brushing my cheek before landing on my lips.
"I should leave" I said.
"Not a fucking chance"he murmured.
"Lucifer" I started but the way he was looking at me made my words die in my tongue.
"Can you stay with me today"he said.
His finger trailed down my arm slow and deliberate before stopping at my wrist. He lifted my hands to his chest, pressing my palm against his chest.
"I've been patient little thing but now am done fucking waiting "...
My eyes widened "you serious".
"Dead serious"he said, his hands sliding down my waist pulling me closer "I want you".
I swallowed hard, I felt towards towards him, the little voice in my mind screaming.
I wanted him too.
"I know enough, I know enough, I know that you are driving me fucking crazy. I know that I just want to feel your skin against me, hear you moan my name and I know you want that too ".
Goddarn it. He wasn't wrong.
I was supposed to hate him, he was the monster who took my father life without mercy leaving me nothing but pain. I swore that I will never forgive him. I swore I'd kill himself, if I ever got the chance.
But everytime I saw him, my knee went weak. My breath hitched, my heart betrayed me pounding so hard that I couldn't control.
He looked like a sin incarnate and u hated that I wanted him.
"Don't touch me!" My voice cracked.
"Why afraid of what you will feel if I touch you"he leaned in surprised by my outburst of tears.
I pressed my hands against his chest to push him away.
"I hate you"
His jaw clenched, For a moment, he just stared at me, as if searching for something in his eyes .
Something flickered in his gaze; pain, regret, maybe even sadness—but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. He turned away without a word, and slammed the door angrily.
I sank to the floor , tears burning down my cheeks.
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He leaned back in his chair, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a cigarette on the it other. Across him, was is closest ally Nate, a one eyes man with a scar from his eyes to his jawline.
"Lucifer, is losing his fucking mind over that girl"he muttered taking a long drag from his cigarettes
Damien smirked swirling his glass "yeah, she got him wrapped him around her little fingers but darn she pretty interesting and funny"..
"Thinks, it's gonna be a problem"he asked, raising his eyesbrow.
"That his problem not mine"Damien downed his drink in one go.
"The fucking De Luca crew"Nate muttered, his hands already moving to the gun under his jacket.
Damien signed "And here, I was hoping for a quiet night".
The De Lucas weren't just any mafia group. They were notorious for their brutality and they as hell weren't here for a friendly chat.
A tall man with slicked - black hair stepped forward with a dozen armed man. His name was Marco De Luca and he was the kind of bastard who enjoyed watching people suffer.
"Well, well"Marco sneered "Damien fucking Black ".
Damien leaned back in his chair, smirking lazily"Marco, what brings you to my side of town? Lost your way?".
"Got some business with Lucifer. Thought you might be able to help me out "Marco smiled but didn't reach his eyes.
"Yeah, what made you think I'd help a piece of shit like you".
"Because if you don't, thing are gonna get real messy"Marco eyes darkened, he fucking hated Damien—the bastard was too cocky, too damn arrogant, always acting like he owned the fucking world.
Damien chuckled, pushing his chair and standing to his full height"Messy, Oh I love messy".
Without warning, Marco reach for his pistol, his finger on the trigger aimed at Damien head.
He quickly dodged the bullet, the bullet landed on the wall.
Two men lunged at him with a knife, but Damien caught their wrist twisting it until he heard the snapped of bones.
The man screamed in pain but Damien silenced him with a punch on his jaw.
Marco, now cornered, heraised his hands, this is not over."
Damien smirked, pulling out his gun and aimed it at Marco's head while fucking mistake.
As Marco and his remaining men stumbled out of the bar. Nate lit up another cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
"Well"he said grinning " that was stunt"
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Valkira stormed into her room, slamming the door besides her so hard. She yanked off her heels and throw them across the room
" Fucking bitch." She screamed.
"That little slüt." She hissed her nails digging into her palm " He almost fucking strangled me because of that bîtçh."
The door opened and the woman stepped in, she was a pure temptation in human forms. Her red darked lips curled into a smirk, as she leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over her chest.
"He's obsessed with her"Bianca said casually,. lighting a cigarette and blowed out a cloud of smoke.
"Don't fucking say that"Valkira snapped.
"It true"Bianca shrugged "You saw it your's. The way he looked at her, they were he protected her. He never done that for anyone".
"I don't fucking get it"She growled running her fingers through her hair"What the fuck does he see in her? She nothing special, just a fucking nobody".
Bianca chuckled taking another drag from her cigarettes"That what make it worse doesn't it. She didn't have to try".
"Fuck!!"Valkira kicked the edge of her bed "I've been by his side for years. Years Bianca! And he never even looked at me once the way he looked at her".
"Jealousy's a bitch.. huh"bianca said.
"Am not, just a little angry".
"Fuck it " Bianca said"Let drink it off. Forget about that little bitch. She's nothing but trouble ".
"You always know how to fix my mood " she said.
Bianca smirked grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the shelf. She poured two glasses, sliding one over to her.
"Cheers"she clicked her glass against Bianca's.
"Feeling a little better"Bianca wiped her lips with the back of her hands.
"Fuck yes"she said and lick her lips.