I know many of you want to know what's going on, why Chloe's acting this way and her behavior will be explained, though not excused, in the final chapter (there will be 5 chapters total). Also I know this is a hard read, I wrote it as such. I want you to be uncomfortable; to feel anger, emptiness, and dread right along with Lucifer. I want to evoke emotion.

This time was different than the first yet he couldn't quite figure out why. Chloe was on top of him, which he was more than fine with, but he rather liked her writhering underneath him like their first time together, trapped and subjected to more pleasure than she thought she could handle. He was so close, trying valiantly to wait for her and as soon as she shuddered, leaned over and bit down on his collar bone he followed, hands on the very base of her spine to hold her closer, to make it last longer for both of them. It had taken a while for her to peak and while some men might view that as a knock to their performance Lucifer took it as a challenge, a woman that needed to be conquered. A thin sheen of sweat covered his entire body and he let his lids fall as he tried to catch his breath, slow his pounding heart, and get control over himself. The pleasant weight on his hips vanished yet he paid it no heed, she'd be back next to him in a moment.

Or not.

The elevator doors sounded and his eyes shot open, propping himself up on his elbows to see her standing inside as if nothing had happened and then the doors slid closed and she was gone. He had no idea what had just happened, which was obvious when you took in the fact he was lying on the couch on his back with his feet dangling off the side, pants and underwear around his ankles. It was surprising and if he was being honest with himself a little hurtful. No he wasn't an overly emotional being but leaving immediately after sex? Even the Devil wasn't that mean. With a heavy sigh he fell back and stared at the ceiling.

Today had been different than he was used to. As soon as the elevator doors slid closed on their way up she had placed her small hands on his chest and shoved him roughly against the back wall, her lips painting his skin with hot pants and wet kisses, fingers grasping the navy fabric of his shirt and yanking it from the confines of his pants. The actions were welcome, as any affections from this women were, but it was such a contrast from last time. He almost told her to slow down but he knew that wouldn't be well received after the Douche had repeatedly upset her today in front of her peers. His belt was released and when the doors opened to the penthouse he was tugged by the arms to the couch and shoved down. It was mildly uncomfortable, not knowing what he was allowed to do, wondering where he could put his hands to not get that terrible glare from her.

He was the Devil, he did what he wanted and no human was going to take that from him. With steady hands he yanked her shirt over her head and tried to pull her down closer but she all but shoved him away, instead grabbing his pants and underwear and shimmying them down before mounting him without preamble. It was so sudden that he was unprepared and barely caught her before she fell off the couch when he jerked his hips.

A smile played on his lips but quickly fell when she didn't seem to find the humor in it, instead beginning to ride him roughly, nails gouging his thighs uncomfortably. He couldn't even get leverage from this position and was forced to just lie here, taking the brunt of her aggression and frustrations from the day. Her language was obscene, her movements angry, and he knew she was thinking about the man who made her feel so small today.

It occurred to him only a short time later that this wasn't about them, or him, but about her. He was just the tool for her to use, not an actual participant and the thought of being used shouldn't have bothered him, after all he had done it to countless bodies, but this time the burden felt heavier. Did all the people in his bed feel this way? He doubted it, he always made sure that the act included everyone in the room and that pleasure was guaranteed for all participants.

This was going too quickly, would end before it had really even truly begun, and he grabbed her hips to slow her movements, to tell her there wasn't a need to rush. "Darling-"

"Don't call me that."

The words were simple but the voice was so hard, such a low hiss, that his hands flew from her flesh as if burned, mouth snapping shut. It didn't seem to faze her but for him it was unexpected and he found it difficult to find his rhythm again so he let her completely take over, seeing as she already was. He had always used pet names for his bedmates, he even used them on Chloe in their day-to-day interactions, but apparently they weren't welcome when locked together and blanketed by arousal.

Sex had never been so uncomfortable, he wasn't allowed to kiss, to touch most skin, to use any sort of pet names so he simply lied there and curled his fingers into his palms to keep them from seeking out forbidden spots. Since looking hadn't been banned yet he took in the small details he had missed their first go-round, like the beauty mark under her left breast and the small freckle on her right thing.

Figuring he should get up for fear of anyone finding him so out of sorts he spun upright and slid his clothing up his legs and over his hips, finally standing and fixing them. He felt wrong, almost dirty and he didn't like it. Sex had never felt anything like whatever that had been yet when the doors slid open he still smiled at the sight of the blonde, hoping perhaps she had come back to stay.

"We've got another case."

Work. Of course it was. At least the small amount of dignity he still had after today was preserved since he had already redressed himself. With eyes cast downward he followed her, wondering what he was doing and where this was going.

Nowhere good.