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(His addiction.....)
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CHAPTER 07
✮•✮•✮•✮"Did you make a deal with him?" I asked.
"No cute things, just Lucifer's right-hand man," he smirked.
"Alright, alright," Damon chuckled, "I have to go before he gets back here and catches me talking to you. Catch you later, little thing."
"It Lily"I screamed at him, he just smirked before walking out of the room. My fists clenched at his audacity The nerve of that man!
I stormed out of the room, only to come face-to-face with someone unexpected. She was stunning elegant and effortlessly beautiful. Her honey-blonde hair fell in perfect waves She was dressed impeccably, her fitted dress hugging her figure as if it had been tailored just for her.
I stepped aside, giving her room to pass, but she didn't move. Instead, she stood her ground, arms crossed, blocking the doorway.
"What are you doing here Let me guess you're just another whore who thinks spreading her legs will make him care."
"Excuse me?" I snapped. I had never even met her before.
"Oh, you heard me. Girls like you are all the same. You think you're special just because he looks at you, don't you? Pathetic."
"I don't know who you are or what your problem is, but you don't get to talk to me like that."
"I'm doing you a favor. Stay away from him. Let me make one thing clear: he'll never want you the way you want him. He'll use you, and when he's done, he'll throw you away like the trash you are."
I. "Is that why you're so bitter? Because he doesn't want you? I understand. it must be painful to love someone with your whole heart only for them not to love you back. Tsk, that so hurt so much".
"How dare you" she screamed.
"Now get out of my way"I said and turned to leave but was dragged back by her.
Before I could say a word, her hand came across my cheek with a resounding slap, the sting of it burning into my skin.
"What is happening here?" Lucifer's voice rang out, as he stepped into the room
He wasn't in his usual suit; instead, he wore a white shirt which was stained by blood, the top buttons undone, revealing the his chest. His long, dark hair hung loosely.
Oh crap, he was too handsome. He glanced at me making goosebumps erupt over my entire body.
"I I'm sorry, Lucifer, I didn't mean to, she was being so disrespectful towards me"
Lucifer froze in place, his expression darkening
" "You touched her." It wasn't a question.
"Lucifer," she tried to say, her voice soft and shaky, but he didn't hear her. Or maybe he chose not to.
"You dared," he said.
Before she could step back or even explain herself, he was on her. His hand shot out, grabbing her neck. She gasped, clawing at his hand as he lifted her slightly off the ground. Her legs kicked uselessly, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps.
"Lucifer, stop!" I ran to his side, pulling at his arm with all my strength. "She'll die if you don't stop!"
"She slapped her," Lucifer growled, as he glared at the woman struggling in his grasp. His fingers tightened around her throat, and she choked, her face reddening as she fought for air.
"She made a mistake," I pleaded, tears streaming down her face. "Please, Lucifer, let her go! She won't do it again, I swear!"
His grip didn't loosen. "A mistake? Is that what you call disrespect? She dared lay her hand on mine possession.
He was going to kill her and she won't be happy.
"Please" I said. Slowly he removed his hands from her neck. She fell down and started coughing.
His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing gently over the reddened skin. His touch was cold, yet it burned in a way that made her breath hitch.
"Why would you do that, does it bother you?" I demanded.
"Bother me?" he hissed, his hand tightening slightly on her jaw, but not enough to hurt. "It kills me." He leaned in closerm "No one touches what's mine. No one
I could tell him he was controlling his anger. I swallowed and tried to look away from his gaze.
He was so crazy, which normal person will do that
"Not hard enough." His touched reach to the mark on her face, "Why can't you protect yourself?"
" I tried".
His thumb brushing over her cheek again. "I'll deal with this, but don't you ever let this happen again."
She blushed slightly, her skin tingling where his fingers brushed against her jaw. His touch was surprisingly gentle, Without a word, he rubbed his thumb over the faint red mark left behind.
The warmth of his skin seeped into hers, and she gasped softly when the discomfort faded. It was as if his touch carried something more.
"Does it hurt?" he asked, almost tender.
She shook her head, It was confusing—how he could be so many things at once. Sometimes, he was cruel and he was nice .
"Good," he murmured. "I don't ever want to hurt you."
Blood dripped steadily from his chest, staining his shirt and pooling at his feet. She froze, her breath catching in her throat as the realization hit her—he'd been stabbed. The faint smear of blood she'd seen earlier now made sense.
"You're bleeding," she whispered, her l
"Yes," he replied with a dark chuckle, his tone casual as if discussing the weather. "Those bastards stabbed me."
Her eyes widened as she stared at him. Despite the wound, he stood there like it was nothing, his face calm, his body unbothered by the pain. It was almost inhuman.
"Where's the first aid kit?" she asked,
"Leave it," he said dismissively, waving her off. "It'll heal on its own."
"Wait, I think I found it," she said l, pulling out the small box from a drawer. He watched her, amusement flickering in his eyes, as though unsure whether to laugh at her. He was the devil not some weak human.
"Can I?" she asked softly, her cheeks heating
For a moment, he said nothing, then with a smirk that made her stomach flip, he reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.
Her breath hitched. His chest and abs were nothing short of perfection, every muscle defined and glistening slightly from exertion. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the blush threatening to consume her face.
She ignored him, forcing herself to focus on the task. Moving closer, she opened the kit and pulled out cotton and a bottle of antiseptic. Her hands trembled slightly as she dabbed the cotton with the liquid.
"This might sting or be painful," she warned.
He smirked again, leaning closer . "I can handle it," he said.
She gently pressed the cotton to his chest, her hands brushing his skin. Her hands touched his muscles and she couldn't help but marvel at how they felt—so much firmer, so much more real than the bodies of actors on screen
She bit her lip, trying to focus, but it was hard.
She swallowed hard, forcing herself to focus. But the closeness, the scent of him,was all too much.
"All done," she said.