By Leila Vy All Rights Reserved ©

Romance / Erotica

Chapter 3


I must not be hearing him correctly. I blinked several times and my mouth opened and closed as I tried to come up with a response. He was so close to me I can smell his whiskey and see the details of his ocean blue eyes. A hint of Smokey grey settled in his iris that made him more dangerous. He arched an eyebrow.

I pushed against his chest. My palm coming in contact with his chest. I can feel how hard his body was even through his expensive white dress shirt.

“Get away from me.” I demanded as I pushed again.

He took one forward, pressing my chest on his. I inhaled sharply. His calloused hand touching the skin of my neck. My breathing became shallow at the contact.

“Tell me.” He commanded in a husky low voice. It was like a spell wound in a sensual wave around me.

Biting my lips before answering, “I was touching myself.”

His eyes darkened with lust. His hand dropped and moved to cup my sex. My knees buckled and I moved to place my hands on his shoulder.

“Like this?” He asked as ran one finger up and down between slit over my silk sleeping shorts. I moaned and moved my hips towards his hand for more.

“Tell me, Rebel.” He pinched my clit. I bit my lips to stop myself from moaning.

He pinched hard and moved down to bite down on my nipple gently through my shirt. My knees wobbled and I gripped the counter with my hands to keep from falling. His warm mouth spreading heat on my nipple.

He adjusted so his hands were down the inside of my shorts. When his fingers found my sweet spot he groaned against my nipples.

“So wet and hot.” He murmured.

His fingers began to work in and out of me. Pumping and fingering me so good that I was moaning and writhing before him. His lips came up from my breast to crush his lips on mine. His tongue probing on rhythm to his fingers. In minutes I was orgasming so fast, I bit him on his shoulder to stop myself from screaming at the top of my lungs.

When I was done he pulled his hand out and licked them clean. His eyes still dark with lust. It made me tremble under his gaze. Taking a step back, he looked away.

“You can leave.” He said in a hard tone.

My heart was beating at a million beats per seconds. It was galloping so hard I ran out of the place so fast that I was surprised myself. When I got home, I fell to my knees. I can still feel his fingers inside of me. The cold wet spot on my breast still lingered with the feel of his mouth.

It wasn’t a dream. Lucifer just touched me and made me orgasm so hard. I have never felt that way before.

Licking my lips I can still taste his whiskey. Shakily, I got up and walked to the bedroom where I changed my clothes and fell back into bed.

The next few work nights, I didn’t see Lucifer anywhere. It wasn’t that I was looking for him. It was just out of the norm not to see him.

It was again another busy night and I was in the middle of wiping down the clean expensive cup as Helen served some drinks to some rowdy group of men. My eyes flickered around the room for a bit until I saw him. He was sitting in a booth with two other businessman. He waved a staff over and began ordering.

Look at me. I urged silently.

He didn’t and then I felt humiliated. I was acting like a lovesick puppy. Why was I allowing him this much control over me. My name was Rebel and men chased after me--not the other way around.

Helen tapped me on the shoulder and I turned to her.

“The fuckilious men over there wants to meet you.” Helen winked. My eyes flickered to the corner of the nightclub to see two men sitting around a round table.

I arched an eyebrow. “Oh really?”

“Hmm, yes babe, but keep in mind the red head is mine.” She purred. I laughed and continued to clean my cups.

Any minute now, one of them will approach me. Men are so predictable--unless they are Lucifer. Then they aren’t so predictable.

“Hey there, Gorgeous.” A husky voice said from in front of me. My eyes moved up to see the red head’s friend standing in front of me.

“Hi, can I get you a drink?” I asked innocently.

He licked his lips as he looked me up and down. He wasn’t so bad looking. In fact, he was pretty cute with his light brown hair falling im curls around his face. He has that popular college boy look.

“Surprise me.” He said. His eyes roamed my body. “I like surprises.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. It was so cliche. I gave him a sweet smile and watched as he walked back. His red maroon shirt showing just how strong he was. After a moment of checking him out, I made them two drinks. I waved to Helen, letting her know I was heading to a table.

I sauntered toward them, making sure my hips swung enough for them to not look away. I silently thanked myself for not doing laundry and forcing myself to wear a short pencil skirt with my short sleeve dress shirt.

When I reached their table I set their cups down before crossing my arms u see my chest, just to pop up the curves of my breast for them to see. Like horny idiots, their gaze zoomed in on it.

I moved in and placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezes gently before whispering in his ear. “I hope you like it.”

In an instant, I was jerked back. I stumbled a little and turned to glare at the culprit who stopped me in my teasing.

Lucifer stood there with an angry expression. His lips set into a firm line. His eyes blazing with anger and was that jealousy I saw?

“Get back to work, Rebel.” He ordered.

I shrugged nonchalantly and waved good bye to the men before walking back to the bar counter. Helen walked up to me, laughter in her eyes. She leaned her back against the counter and crossed her arms.

“So, are we gonna get fucked tonight?” She asked.

“Rebel, if I can have a moment. I need to speak to you.” Lucifer’s hard voice came from behind me.

Helen quickly fled the area. I turned to him. His eyes hard with anger. His jaw clenched and set that I knew he was fighting for control.

“Yes?” I asked.

“I don’t tolerate my employees flirting with my customers. Your job is to serve, not flirt and throw yourself at every men you see.” He said. My eyes widened and I gritted my teeth.

Who the hell does he think he is?

“First, I don’t need you to be my mother. Second, I can take care of myself. Thir-” I was rudely interrupted by him.

“I am your employer. You will-” He grounded out.

“You are my employer but you sure as hell don’t own me.” I responded back defiantly. His eyes narrowed to slits with my comment and in a quick move he grabbed my hand and dragged me towards his office.

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