The Beginning of Eveligne Dare

Chapter 3

The Devil Has Come To See Me

He smiled at me and threw back the rest of his drink after looking down at his hands. There was a glint in his eyes that I did not like and I tensed, preparing for a fight. I would try to win and come out on top, but he was Lucifer. More powerful than any other being besides maybe Him, though He wasn't here right now to stop Lucifer, was he?

He looked me over, his eyes roaming over every single inch of my skin and I shuddered, trying to suppress the sudden heat that blossomed in my chest and started to dip lower. I clenched my jaw and gripped my drink with whitened knuckles. He gave a dark chuckle and turned towards me as I sat still in the stool, eyeing him.

He still towered over me as I sat in the stool and he stood. Him being six foot eight, me being five foot six and a half, he was a giant. I looked up into his dark obsidian eyes and he stared back down at me, smiling wickedly. "Why, isn't it obvious?" He purred through the pounding music at me. The strobe lights flickered off of his face, making him appear in a wash of white light, and good in the flashing explosions of dark and light.

My spine tingled and the heat pounded through my veins. Damnit. Why does he have to be so sexy?

"Actually, not really. Would you please be as so kind as to tell me, Dear Dark Lord, why you would grace us with your very presence?" I purred back, my lips curling up into a sneer. His eyes filled with heat and locked onto my lips for a second before looking back up to my eyes as I stared up at him.

Throwing back my drink, I looked around, too many people. Although we were in the corner of the club, we had too many daemons and demons in the club. This was their hunting ground for blood. And they could over hear our conversation. My business is my business only, not for my children.

The center dance floor was filled with gyrating bodies, grinding, swaying, pulsing to the beat as our dancers moved gracefully upon their stations like pros. My sneer dropped from my face as I hopped from the stool and pushed my hair back from my face, ruffling it with my fingers as the strands slipped through like silken water. Although I hated to do this, I had to keep up the ruse that he was just a client, and that I was just a dancer. Nobody could know.

I turned to Lucifer, hiding my disgust and looked up into his eyes. I walked closer to him, pressing my breasts against his body and placing my hands on his shoulders. "Let us go somewhere more . . . Private. Where we could conduct our business?" I purred, trailing my hands down his chest, popping two buttons of his shirt with my nimble fingers.

I felt the hard muscle underneath his shirt, the hot, warm heat of his skin through the thin fabric, felt them coil and ripple under my touch, concealing his power from others, except me. Although his heartbeat stayed the same, he shuddered under my touch. And that surprised me. As well as scared me.

He looked down to me, his breaths coming out shallow. Even though he was one of the two most powerful beings in the universe, he was still a man. Still able to be turned on. He nodded to me, his eyes growing darker with lust and burning with an intensity I hadn't expected from him. I trailed my fingers over and up his chest to his shoulder and down his arm, grasping his massive hand in mine.

They were strong, warm, soft yet rough to the touch. Oh, these hands. The things they could probably do. I ground out my sigh that almost escaped my lips and started forward, back towards the door of where I had come from before, to the labyrinth of rooms and halls.

We pushed out way through people. Though, I didn't have to as roughly as this time. I had Lucifer with me, and they parted ways for him when they saw him coming. I was slightly grateful for the breathing room. Though, I was so gonna be in so much shit after this.

After we made our way through the dancing crowd, just as we had exited through the last of the stragglers, DJ MARK BL3ND's FUCK YOU came on and I giggled. Ah. Memories. I look back to Lucifer as he gripped my hand possessively in his, tightly, more firmly. His eyes were burning with black fire and dripping with menace, they sucked out the very light in the room.

If I wasn't such a badass, I'm sure I would have shit my pants at that look in his eyes. And the dark power radiating off of his body and washing over everything and everyone in the room. It was stifling, hard to breath, and it felt wrong, bone-chilling, cold, yet hot. Goosebumps rose on my arms even though the room was hot and sweaty with bodies.

I squeezed his hand once as I looked back at him, up to his eyes, which quickly darted to mine. Oh, those dark orbs of obsidian, how they sucked the very souls of the room into them, they were wise and old, yet young with knowledge, how they bore the world on their shoulders in those eyes. They looked me over, saw the goose bumps rose on my arms, the flush of heat that I'm sure was on my face, and the way my spine had stiffened and my shoulders were tense.

He gave a heavy sigh and I had noticed his muscles had bunched deliciously under his tight clothes, oh, how this was a dance dangerously escalating. Though, I'm sure to every woman's dismay, he visibly relaxed and came closer to me, his breath hot on my neck as I led him to the door on the other side of the room and opened it, blaring the pounding music and strobe lights in to the room to illuminate the many couples groping and kneading each other as they rocks their bodies into one another.

I hid my disgust at my children and smiled mischievously and deliciously back at Lucifer, filling my eyes with the lust and heat that I actually did feel. He gave me a heart-stopping, gut-wrenching, lady killer grin that stretched across his face and reached his eyes, which became darker once the door shut behind us and the light dimmed. I probably wasn't going to get away with this one. Ho-fuck.

He followed me across the room where I opened the other door and we were met with the couple I had seen earlier when passing in this hall. Lucifer shut the dark door behind me, the sound of the pounding music going down to a dull throb and pulse, though was nothing compared to what the other couple was doing in this hall. The woman's shirt was ripped in half, and the short skirt I had seen her wear was hiked up past her hips, both her legs were wrapped around the man's waist as he pinned her to the wall.

I averted my eyes as they continued. I grabbed Lucifer by his waist, wrapping both arms around him and leading him away to the right down the hall, as it stretched maybe forever, it was that long. Though we traversed through it quickly, and was halfway down the hall when we turned right again, and then left, another left, right, and straight down the hall to the last door on the right. Room number 13. My number. I quickly darted my eyes up to the cameras around the hallway and saw them focused, incase authorities wanted footage if anything were to happen, we kept them installed and kept up our ruse whenever conducting business.

I quickly tightened my hold around Lucifer's waist and threw him against the wall gently but roughly. I heard a hiss of breath as I saw the surprise on his face. I smiled wickedly up at him and quietly whispered to him, "Don't be afraid." I came up to him and pressed my body against his to find him shockingly hard . . . Everywhere.

My smile grew into a devilish grin as I reached up to grab his shoulders and jumped onto his, feeling him hard against me, ready. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held him closer to me, burying my face in the hot crook of his neck, I breathed softly into his ear and purred, "I have a key in my bikini top to this room, I'm going to take it out, and you unlock the door and take us in, pretend this is your room that you rented from the club." I felt him tense under me and groan quietly.

Oh, this was so much fun.

I pulled my right hand away from his shoulder to my top and reached in to grab the small golden key and took it out and felt him wrap his arms around my waist, supporting me on him. I put the key in his hands and closed my eyes, pulling my hands back up to his shoulders, ignoring all the heat and pounding of my heart coursing and pulsing in my body, ignoring the shudders of pleasure and focusing on my task.

I felt him move, still holding me, and unlock the door to the room and open it quietly and slowly, felt him survey the room for danger before walking inside and kicking the door shut. Only then did I breathe in, and oh, how good did he smell?

It was of musk, dark and dangerous, of spice and delicious flavors for the nose to take in like addicting candy of pure sex and man. Fuck. I took another breath in, pulling long and hard, though quietly, and started to hop off of him when I felt his arms tense around me and hold me closer to him, pressing me harder to his body.

His arms caged me in and held me possessively, his hardness pressing into me and I took a sharp breath in, just a hiss. "Where do you think you're going? Taunting me? There are penalties for such a thing, Eve. You should know that already." His voice was husky and deep, rugged and full of heat. I felt myself flush and tensed, my eyes springing open as I pulled my head away slightly to look up at him, gripping his shoulders a little tighter, digging my nails into the delicious muscles that coiled and rippled under my rough touch.

"I would never taunt, My Dark Lord, it was a ruse incase anybody would question our . . . Activity, together. My apologies if you thought anything different." I said innocently enough. I blinked my eyes up at him, looking up at him through a hooded gaze of dark lashes and breathed softly, my lips open slightly so I could breathe through my mouth to not smell his delicious scent. And, of course, I felt him harden further, push against me.

And, of course, him being the . . . Not really man, is he, though regardless, him being the man that he is, he rushed to the wall and pressed me to it, slammed me into it and pulling my legs tighter around himself with his rough hands and felt my body up to my head where he gripped some of my hair and pulled my mouth to his.

"Oh, Eve, how you wound me. No woman should create lust in me, and yet you, a damned, have. You must suffer." He rasped against my lips as they molded to mine. His lips were soft, yet rough and frantic with his need as he opened his mouth and brushed his tongue against my closed lips.

I resisted at first, though, his dark power rushed over me, his scent did as well, and I felt myself give in as I closed my eyes against those dark orbs of his and opened my mouth and welcomed his tongue as my own darted out to meet his. He tasted salty and sweet, like a thousand spices mixing together to create a deliciously concoction of sexy.

It had been so long since I had been kissed. Since I had been touched or loved this way. It felt amazing. Our tongues swirled against the others as they danced dangerously, his hands trailed back down my half-bare body to the outside of my thighs where he traced shapes into my skin with his nimble and gentle fingers as he gently rocked against me. I kneaded my hands into his coiled muscles on his shoulders, feeling his chest against mine, oh, his muscles.

And all too soon, he pulled away from me and I groaned. My thoughts felt cloudy and mushed together, slow. I felt hot and cold all at once and more goose bumps rise on my arms and legs as he cradled my body to his. I gently sucked on his lower lip before he pulled away so he could hold me in his arms, chuckling darkly, his voice was husky and thick with lust and need, though made move to quench his thirst, "I've come for you, Eve."

He voice trailed out and the darkness washed over me, my body hot and cold, hot and cold, and I smiled in content, he's come for me . . . My mind was muddled, thick with a gray fog as I drifted off, the darkness all but consumed me in wonderful oblivion, only seeing two darker spots within the nyx curtain, the color of obsidian orbs.