Lucifer: A Mafia Bad Boy Romance (Sinsations Book 1) (5 page)

“You pulled your piece first,” the guy gasped, struggling to breathe.

I slammed my knee up into his groin. He groaned, his legs going slack, my forearm the only thing keeping him from falling down. “I don’t mess with guns anymore, asshole. Haven’t carried a piece in years.” I pressed my arm against his throat. “Now tell me another lie.”

Dante approached slowly. “Ease up, Luc. Was he robbing the place or what?”

“On the floor,” I said, glaring at the guy, concentrating real hard on not pulling the trigger.

Dante knelt down and picked up a photo that had been face-down on the ground. “Shit! Is that—”

“Krista? Yeah, that’s her.”

He picked up what looked like a wallet. Flipped it open. Saw the badge. “God damn it, Luc. He’s a cop.”

‘Relax,” I said. “He’s not local.”

“Great. That makes a big difference.”

I nodded. “It actually does. In Houston, he’s a cop. In Vegas, he’s just some guy with a badge.”

“A cop is always a cop, Luc.”

I shook my head. “Except when they’re doing something they shouldn’t be doing.” I eased the pressure on the guy’s throat. “Tell me again. Why are you here?”

“Fuck you,” the cop gasped, his voice ragged.

I whacked him on the forehead – not too hard – with the barrel of the gun. “That’s cute. You don’t want witnesses. I get it.” I pressed the gun against his eye. “Last chance. If anything besides the answer to the question comes out of your mouth…” I smiled. “You can figure it out.”

“Fuck, man,” the cop groaned. “Ain’t no bullshit worth this. A guy I work with knows I like Vegas. Asked me to come here and look for her.”

“And?”

“Can you take that fucking gun out of my eye?”

“No.”

The cop sighed. “And to keep an eye on her if I found her. Make sure she doesn’t leave town or nothing.”

“What’s your pal’s name?”

“Mike Gordon.
Detective
Mike Gordon.”

I chuckled. “
Detective
Mike Gordon,” I repeated, mimicking the tone this scumbag had used. “Yeah, like I give a fuck about that.”

I pulled the gun from his face and looked at Dante. “He already said he gave his buddy a call to let him know she’s here.”

“Why are the cops interested in her?” Dante asked.

I glanced at the guy. He shook his head as much as could with it pinned between my arm and the wall. “Swear to God, I don’t know. He just asked me to keep an eye out for her and call if I saw her. I asked him why and he said it was personal.”

I released the guy, watching as he sank to the floor, gasping for air as he rubbed his throat.

I glanced at Dante. “Make this mess go away.”

Dante nodded, pulling the guy to his feet. “Let’s go, pal. You have a date with destiny.”

I watched as Dante led the guy to the emergency exit, pushed a hidden button to silence the alarm for thirty seconds, and then disappeared outside.

Someone wanted to keep track of Krista really bad. Did she know? Why was she so popular with a detective who didn’t mind turning his buddies into errand boys? I had worried that we wouldn’t have anything to talk about over dinner, but it seemed like there was quite a lot to discuss.

I glanced at the clock on the wall for what had to be the hundredth time in half an hour. What kind of hours did Lucifer keep? How long before he returned home? I sat on the couch and looked around the expansive living room. Home? I chuckled. My little studio apartment would fit in his living room. The place looked so immaculate, decorated in blacks and whites and grays. I had just stood inside the door for at least five minutes, too scared to move, too scared to touch anything Olivia had happily provided me with the code to Lucifer’s private elevator but I still felt like I was trespassing.

After a few minutes, I had worked up the courage to venture into the living room and sit on the sofa. A few minutes after that and I felt brave enough to turn on the TV. Where was he? When I had first walked out of the elevator, I was ready to rip my clothes off and throw myself at him, focused one-hundred percent on having fun and to hell with the consequences. Now, however, I was filled with doubt. What if he changed his mind? Even worse, what if he didn’t? An image of him breaking that kid’s arm flashed through my mind. He could be mean. I’d seen that with my own eyes. I also remembered him pushing me behind him as the kid with the knife charged, protecting me with his body. That was hot as hell. But he could be mean, so I couldn’t help but wonder if he could be mean to me.

And speaking of being mean to me, Mike was now part of the picture, or at least he would be soon. I had no doubt that he would get to Vegas as soon as possible, trying to track me down. Earlier, it seemed like it would be no big deal to get out of Vegas before he could find me. But what if he did? What if he found out about Lucifer? Mike was a detective but he had no problem with breaking rules and telling lies when it benefited him, and he had absolutely no problem with dealing out violence.

I stood up from the couch, nervous energy making it impossible to sit still. I rolled my neck from side to side, feeling the tightness in my shoulders and upper back. I’d be a wreck by the time Lucifer showed up.

I glanced down the hall. I was supposed to be his fiancée. I was supposed to be comfortable in this huge and elegant penthouse. And I needed to be comfortable with it soon or his uncle would see right through the charade.

“Fine,” I muttered. “Time to get comfortable with it.” I walked down the hall towards the bedroom, stepped inside, saw the king-size bed and tried not to imagine being beneath Lucifer’s powerful body, and then I saw the master bathroom. If getting naked and taking a shower in this place didn’t help make me feel more at home, nothing would, and it would hopefully help relax my tight muscles.

Glancing around nervously, as if Lucifer was lurking in a corner somewhere watching me, I slipped out of my clothes and stepped into the walk-in shower. Just like everything else I had seen in this place, it was a thing of beauty, with frosted glass walls and doors and a huge overhead showerhead that made it feel like you were showering in the rain.

I closed my eyes, letting the hot water relax my muscles, rolling my shoulders and tilting my head one direction and then another. A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about what I was doing here. Lucifer was dangerous, but he was also sexy as hell, and I was going to see how bad this bad boy could be.

I picked up the soap and began rubbing it across my skin, working up a lather. I wanted him. There was no use pretending otherwise. The idea of being with such a powerful man excited me. He was strong, handsome, confident, and more than capable of handling himself when things got rough.

My nipples hardened as the soap ran across my breasts, my imagination going wild, picturing him coming into the bathroom, stepping into the shower with me. My hand slid down my stomach, between my thighs, my finger barely grazing my lips when I froze, hearing something outside the shower.

I looked through the frosted glass, barely able to make out a blurry silhouette standing on the other side. It was him, and that sound I had heard was his pants dropping to the floor. I bit my lower lip, my nails digging gouges in the soap, as the door opened. I turned my head forward quickly, staring at the wall in front of me, my hand squeezing the soap so hard my knuckles turned white.

The shower was big enough to hold at least five people with ease but even without turning around, I could feel him step right behind me, the heat of his body making me tremble with the desire to lean back and press against him. Before I could give in to the urge, he stepped forward and pressed against me. I gasped at the sensation of his hard shaft against my lower back, my legs trembling as his big arms reached around me.

One hand plucked the soap from mine while his other hand pressed gently against my stomach, holding me tight against him. He pressed the soap against my skin and slowly – so agonizingly slowly – began moving it in small circles across my flesh. I chewed on my lip, trying to hold back a moan as his circling hand slowly moved up. I gasped, jerking back against him, as he began lathering up my breasts. His cock, hard as granite, twitched as I pressed against him.

“Oh god,” I gasped as he dragged the soap across a diamond-hard nipple. The hand on my stomach slid up my wet skin, cupping my other breast in his large palm. He squeezed, kneading my flesh with powerful fingers. I suddenly realized I was moving my hips, grinding against him. The soap fell to the floor but his hands continued spreading the lather across my skin, the water from the showerhead washing it off almost instantly.

His fingers suddenly grabbed both nipples at once, pinching and pulling them hard. “Fuck,” I groaned, throwing myself forward, pressing my palms against the wall. His cock slid up and down the crack of my ass, hot and hard against my backside. I reached back to feel him, but he grabbed my wrist and placed my hand back on the wall.

“No,” he grunted. “Stay.”

I nodded, surprised at his reaction, too stunned – too aroused – to do or say anything. One tortured nipple was released as a hand slid quickly down my body, between my legs. I moaned loudly as his fingers brushed lightly across my mound, and then pushed back against him, legs shaking, when his fingers found my clit. “Oh fuck! Oh god! Oh fuck!” I stammered as he stroked my clit, his fingers moving as quick as lightning, with a touch that was as soft as a feather.

I could feel an explosion building quickly within me. I clawed at the tile wall of the shower, gasping for air, my skin on fire and growing hotter. “Yes,” I gasped, almost a whisper. “Yes!” I said a little louder as the fire within me grew too big to contain. “Yes!” I screamed as the dam within me broke, my orgasm washing over me, consuming me like a tidal wave.

My legs collapsed as I gave in to the powerful feelings coursing through my body but Lucifer caught me easily, lifting me up in his powerful arms and holding me against his chest. I looked up at him, saw my own lust mirrored in his green eyes. Without saying a word, he carried me into the bedroom and sat me on the edge of the bed.

“Lie back,” he commanded, lowering himself between my knees.

I lay back on the plush mattress, the silk sheets feeling like Heaven against my wet skin. Lucifer lifted my legs, placed my feet on his broad shoulders, and began covering my thighs with soft kisses. I gasped, trembling against his gentle touch. His lips slowly rose higher, kissing one thigh and then the other, moving methodically back and forth.

“Yes,” I said softly, anxious to feel his mouth move even higher, desperate to feel his touch on my over-heated core.

With a soft warm breath, he blew gently across my sensitive skin, making my hips buck. “Oh god,” I gasped. “Please.”

As quick as lightning and as light as a feather, his tongue lashed out across my clit. I groaned, curling my fingers into the bedsheets and holding on tight. Another flick of his tongue had me arching my back into the air, starving for more of his touch.

“Please, Lucifer,” I begged.

“Please what?”

“I want it.”

“What?”

I groaned. “You know.”

He chuckled, continuing to kiss all around my swollen mound. “Yes, I do, but you’re going to say it if you want it.”

I shook my head, the light touch of his mouth sending bolts of pleasure through me.

“No?” he asked.

I shook my head again, too embarrassed to speak.

He sighed. “Well, I guess we’re done then.” He started to rise up and I reached out and grabbed him, my fingers gripping his forearms as if my life depended on it.

“Eat me,” I begged. “Please.”

He grinned, thankfully lowering himself between my legs again. “Good girl… but don’t make me ask more than once again.”

I nodded, letting out a long low moan as he began licking my clit fast and hard while sliding a finger up and down my wet slit. “Oh yes,” I moaned, thrusting my hips towards him.

Without slowing down either the tongue or finger action, Lucifer draped his arm across my hips, pinning me down. “Stay,” he said, nipping lightly at my clit with his teeth.

I squealed at the combination of pleasure and pain, curling my fingers through the bedsheet and gripping it tightly.

Slowly – so deliciously, agonizingly, infuriatingly slowly – Lucifer slid a finger inside my tight tunnel, his tongue tracing slow circles across my clit. I trembled on the bed, fighting myself to remain still. My inner muscles clenched at the slow steady advance of his finger, trying to hold him deep inside when he withdrew.

“Oh God,” I moaned. “I need you so fucking bad.”

Lucifer slid up my body, keeping his hand between my thighs, sliding a second finger deep inside my core. He looked into my eyes and I saw that his were clouded by lust, making his usually emerald green eyes darker. His fingers continued sliding in an out, alternating between fast and slow. “Beg me,” he said, his voice firm.

“Please fuck me,” I pleaded. “I need to feel your big cock inside me.”

I saw a smile flicker across his face for just a second, and then he flipped me over effortlessly, quickly grabbing my hips and pulling to the edge of the bed. I got up on my knees, anxious to feel him in me

I heard the nightstand drawer open, followed by tearing of a foil wrapper. A few seconds later, the head of his cock slid down my ass until it was pressing against my entrance. He pushed forward and the tip slid between my lips. “Oh my god!” I said softly. He already felt huge. He pushed forward again, sliding in further, spreading me open. “Yes,” I gasped. “Fuck me.”

One powerful hand grabbed my ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he continued sliding into me, his thick shaft throbbing against my inner muscles. He grabbed my long hair, curling it around his fist, tugging my head back. “Yes,” I whimpered as he finally filled me completely, holding me tight against him. He pulled back and then drove forward, his thrusts becoming quicker each time he buried himself in my heat, relentlessly hammering into me. My inner muscles clenches around his thick shaft as another orgasm built rapidly within me.