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CHAPTER 11
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"Take her home, Damien. Now," Lucifer said.
Damien frowned, clearly not expecting that response. "What? You want me to carry this crazy girl?"
"Yes. I want you to take her home. She's much safer with you," Lucifer replied,.
Damien gritted his teeth, frustration clear on his face. He stepped into the room, dragging the girl along with him. She was a mess her hair was disheveled, makeup smeared, and she was giggling at absolutely nothing.
"Leave me!" she said, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol.
"Shut up," Damien growled, "Just walk."
"Fuck…" he muttered under his breath as he yanked her forward,
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Lucifer's blood dripped from the bite mark on his hand, but his expression didn't soften.
"What the fuck was that?" he growled, "Are you a dog now? Biting me like some wild animal?"
Lily stumbled against him, her chest heaving as she glared back. "Maybe I am. Maybe I'm tired of you thinking you can control me."
His grip tightened, but not enough to hurt her. "Control you? I'm the only thing keeping you from losing yourself completely. Do you even know where you are right now? Do you realize the kind of demons that would tear you apart for fun?"
"I don't care" she said
. His hand slid from her wrist to the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her head back. His lips hovered inches from hers, his breath hot against her skin.
"You drive me fucking crazy," he growled. "You make me want to do things I've never done before. Things that would ruin you."
He pressed his lips to hers, the kiss rough and demanding, filled with all the frustration and desire he'd been holding back. He bit her lips.
Lily moaned into the kiss, her hands gripping his shirt as she pulled him closer.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were gasping for air, their lips swollen and bruised.
"I hate you," she said.
Lucifer smirked, his thumb brushing over her lower lip. "Liar."
Before she could respond, he grabbed her hand and started pulling her toward the exit.
"Where are we going?" she asked, struggling to keep up with his long strides.
"Somewhere no one can fucking look at you," he growled.
Lucifer didn't stop until they were far from the noise
He spun her around, pinning her against the cold brick wall.
"You don't get to pull shit like that again," he said "You don't get to put yourself in danger just to prove a point."
. "You don't own me, Lucifer."
He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "No. But you belong to me. Whether you like it or not."
"And if anyone tries to take you from me," he continued, his voice dark "I'll kill them. I'll rip them apart with my bare hands."
He closed the distance between them, one hand gripping the back of her neck the other sliding around her waist, pulling her flush against his hard frame.
Her breath hitched, but before she could protest not that she would his lips crashed against hers with
He kissed her like like he was claiming her with every harsh press of his lips. His teeth grazed her bottom lip, tugging it in a way that made her knees buckle. Her hands found their way to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as .
The kiss deepened, his tongue sliding past her parted lips, tasting her like he couldn't get enough.
He froze for a moment when he felt her lips on his, hesitant and clumsy, but hungry. Her kiss wasn't gentle. It was desperate, messy, and raw. She didn't know how to kiss he could tell but there was something reckless about it that drove him insane.
Then it happened.
She bit down on his bottom lip, too hard.
A sharp sting shot through him, and he tasted tang of blood.
He pulled back, his chest heaving. His thumb brushed over his lip, smearing the blood, his eyes darkening dangerously as he stared at her.
"You bit me," he said, , a wicked smirk curling his lips. His gaze dropped to her swollen mouth, lips parted, trembling, red from his kiss.
She blinked, wide eyed, her chest rising and falling as she breathed heavily. "I.. I didn't mean"
He didn't let her finish.
With a growl, he grabbed her jaw and slammed his lips back onto hers, harder this time. Rough. .
His hand slid into her hair, gripping it tight, pulling her head back to deepen the kiss as his tongue swept over her lip, tasting his own blood mixed with her sweetness.
She gasped.
Before she could respond, he kissed her again this time slower, deeper, like
When he finally pulled back, their breaths mingled, both of them panting., chests rising and falling in unison. Her lips were swollen, red.
Damien sighed, standing up and pulling the girl to her feet. She wobbled, grabbing onto his arm for balance.
Damien pinched the bridge of his nose, trying his best to keep his patience. This girl was absolutely crazy.
"Daaamien," she said "Why… why do you look so serious all the time? You're too handsome to be mad!"
Damien sighed. "You're drunk."
She gasped dramatically, placing a hand on her chest. "I am not drunk. I'm just… I'm just living my truth, okay?" She wobbled on her feet, nearly falling over. "And my truth is… you need to smile more. Like, show me those dimples, come on!"
"I'm not smiling."
She pouted, stepping closer, swaying as she did. "Fine. Be grumpy. But you know what? I bet you secretly like me."
He raised an eyebrow. "I don't."
"Oh, you do." She tapped his chest, her finger lingering there. "You're just too stubborn to admit it. I'm irresistible, Damien. Like… like chocolate. Or… or tacos!"
"Tacos?"
"Yes!" She nodded enthusiastically. "Everyone loves tacos. Even you! So… I'm like a taco. A sexy, drunk taco." She dissolved into giggles, clutching his arm to keep from falling over.
Damien sighed again, resisting the urge to walk out in her. "Let's go. I'm taking you home."
"Nooo," she whined, holding onto him tighter. "I don't wanna go. I like it here. It smells nice. You smell nice. Like… like pine trees or something. Or maybe leather? God, I love leather."
He clenched his jaw. "Get. Moving."
"But you're soooo bossy." She poked his arm again, grinning up at him. "Bet you're like that all the time, huh? Bet you bark orders like a sexy CEO."
"Enough."
She blinked at him, suddenly wide-eyed. "Do you… do you ever take a break? Like, do you ever just… dance in the rain? Or scream at the sky? Or… or eat a whole cake by yourself?"
"What?"
"I'm serious! You gotta loosen up, Damien." She hiccuppedm "Life's too short to be so… serious all the time. Be wild! Be free! Be a taco!"
Damien stared at her, completely done with the situation. "I should've left you at the bar."
"Nooo, you love me," she said with a giggle. "Admit it. I'm your favorite drunk taco."
He pinched the bridge of his nose again, muttering under his breath. "This girl is insane."
Damien struggled to keep his patience as he dragged the drunk, giggling girl toward his room. She wasn't making it easy stumbling over her own feet, clinging to him like he was her lifeline, and refusing to walk straight.
"Come on," he muttered through gritted teeth. "Just a few more steps."
"Why are you in such a hurry? We're having fun! Lighten up, Damien!"
He shot her a sharp glare. "Fun? You can barely stand."
"I can stand just fine!" She stumbled again, nearly taking them both down. Damien caught her before she hit the floor, his arm slipping under her waist to keep her upright.
"You're impossible," he growled, muscles straining as he lifted her back onto her feet. She wasn't exactly light, and dragging her dead weight was starting to wear on his patience. "You're lucky I'm even doing this."
"You love it." She grinned up at him, swaying in his arms. "Admit it. You love me carrying on like this. Makes you feel all manly and heroic, huh?"
Damien sighed heavily, adjusting his grip on her waist. "I should've left you passed out on that bar table."
"You wouldn't dare." Her voice was a slurred tease, and she poked his chest. "You're too nice."
"I'm about five seconds away from knocking sense into you."
. "You'd never. You're too sweet. And besides…" She twirled in his hold — or tried to, but ended up nearly tripping again. "I'm adorable."
"No, you're drunk. And heavy," he muttered, dragging her the last few steps toward his door. "If you don't cooperate, I swear I'm throwing you on the floor and calling it a night."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me."
When they finally made it inside, Damien kicked the door shut behind them and exhaled a long, frustrated breath. He dropped her onto the bed , watching her flop onto the mattress like a ragdoll.
She shot him an angry look, "What the hell is wrong with you?" she muttered, clearly pissed off by his rough handling.
"You should've stayed in control," he said coldly.
"You're mean," she mumbled,.
She rolled onto her side, propping her head up with one hand, a lazy smile on her lips. "But you still brought me here."
Damien pinched the bridge of his nose again, This girl was going to drive him crazy.
. "See? You care."
Damien groaned, running a hand through his hair. "I care about not leaving you to pass out in a gutter. That's it."
"Liar." She wiggled her finger at him like she was scolding him. "You like me."
She sat up too fast, wobbling before steadying herself. "Then why'd you carry me all the way here, huh? If I'm such a burden?"
Damien glared. "Because you're too drunk to walk straight, and I'm too decent to leave you behind." He crossed his arms, "But trust me, if I knew you'd be this difficult, I would've thought twice."
She pouted dramatically. "I'm not that bad."
She giggled, kicking off her shoes, one landing across the room with a thud. "You did carry me, though."
Damien let out a frustrated sigh. "You're not even light, you know."
"Did you just call me fat?"
"I said heavy."
"That's the same thing!" She sat up again, poking at her waist. "I'm curvy."
"You're deadweight when you're drunk."
"Oh my God. You're mean."
Damien stood his ground, but his jaw clenched. She was testing him.
"You don't scare me," she teased, reaching out to tug on his shirt. "Big, bad Damien."
He grabbed her wrist, stopping her. "You should be scared."
Her gaze moved to where his hand held her wrist, then back to his face. Her lips parted,
Then she grinned again, playful. "Still not scared."
Damien exhaled sharply, trying to remind himself she was drunk. But damn, she was infuriating.
He let go of her wrist, stepping back. "Go to sleep."
She groaned, shifting on the bed. "Ugh, it's so hot in here."
"No, seriously," she whined, sitting up and tugging at her shirt. "It's burning up."
He frowned. "What are you"
Before he could finish, she yanked the shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor without a second thought.
Damien froze, his hand still on the doorknob.
His gaze moved to her bare shoulders, flushed cheeks, and a mischievous glint in her eyes. She was sitting there in nothing but a black bra and those damn shorts that had already tested his patience.
"Feel much better," she sighed, leaning back on her hands like she didn't just make his life a whole lot more complicated.
"Put your shirt back on," he said, his voice tight.
She shook her head, grinning lazily. "Nope. Too hot."
"You're drunk," he reminded her.
"And you're no fun," she shot back, "Why are you acting like you've never seen a girl in her bra before?"
Damien pinched the bridge of his nose, forcing himself to look anywhere but at her. "Because you're making it harder than it needs to be."
"What's hard, Damien?"
He cursed under his breath. This girl was going to drive him insane.
"I'm leaving," he said firmly.
But as he turned to go, she called after him again, her voice soft and teasing.
"Damien..."
He stopped, clenching his fists.
"Why are you running?" she asked, that damn smirk playing on her lips.
He turned slowly, his gaze meeting hers.
"I'm not running," he said quietly, his voice low and controlled.
Her eyes sparkled with amusement, and she leaned closer. "Prove it."
Damien's jaw clenched as he stepped toward her, closing the distance between them. She was reckless. Dangerous.
And, God help him, he was tempted to prove her wrong.
She blinked up at him, a smug smile tugging at her lips. "See? You care."
Damien groaned, running a hand through his hair. "I care about not leaving you to pass out in a gutter. That's it."
"Liar." She wiggled her finger at him like she was scolding him. "You like me."
"I like peace and quiet. Neither of which I'm getting right now."
She sat up too fast, "Then why'd you carry me all the way here, huh? If I'm such a burden?"
Damien glared. "Because you're too drunk to walk straight, and I'm too decent to leave you behind." He crossed his arms, his patience hanging by a thread. "But trust me, if I knew you'd be this difficult, I would've thought twice."
She pouted dramatically. "I'm not that bad."
"You're a nightmare."
She flopped back down, laughing to herself. "You secretly love it."
"Right. I love dragging a drunk lunatic across town."
She giggled, kicking off her shoes, one
"Sleep," Damien said through gritted teeth, trying to keep his composure.
She pouted, her lips forming a lazy smirk. "But I'm not tired."
"You will be," he muttered, stepping closer, grabbing the blanket, and tossing it over her..
"Damien" She came closer to him,
"Bleh!" she groaned.
Before Damien could react, she lurched forward, and a stream of vomit poured out of her, splattering across his shirt and pants. His eyes widened in disbelief.
"Fuck," he cursed, feeling the warm, sticky mess spread across his clothes.
He stepped back, wiping his face with his sleeve in frustration. "You're unbelievable," he muttered,
"Oops... sorry," she said with a smirk, .
Damien glared at her "Get in bed. Now."
"You're still mad? It's just a little... accident," she said.
Damien shook his head, his jaw clenched tightly. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom, wiping his clothes as best as he could, but there was no escaping the fact that he was thoroughly disgusted.
"This is exactly why I don't do this," he muttered, more to himself than to her.
With another deep breath, he headed for the door. "Just... stay put," his hand resting on her back as he made sure she lay down properly. before slamming the door shut behind him.
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The next morning, she slowly opened her eyes, groaning as her head throbbed painfully.
"Oh crap," she muttered to herself, her voice hoarse. "I shouldn't have drank that much."
She winced, clutching her temples as the pain in her head intensified. "Ahh..." The room spun around her, and she barely managed to sit up.
She groaned, squinting against the sunlight that filtered through the blinds. The room spun slightly, making her stomach churn.
She pressed her palms against her forehead. "I shouldn't have drunk that much." Her voice was hoarse.
Her eyes flickered to the unfamiliar surroundings. White sheets, a scent she didn't recognize, and the realization that she wasn't in her own bed made her stomach turn even more. Damien's room. The thought hit her with a jolt.
Memories from last night began to rush back. Her face flushed a deep shade of crimson. Did I really do that? She slapped her hand over her forehead. You are crazy.
She could barely remember what had happened after that. She had asked him if he liked her. Her stomach twisted with embarrassment. "Am I really dead?" she muttered, shaking her head, What the hell was I thinking?I propped myself up on my elbows, leaning against the soft headboard for support. My limbs felt heavy, and each movement sent another wave of pain crashing through me.
Master Damien hadn't been kind his words cold, his tone icy, and the look in his eyes... He hadn't even cared. She winced, curling into herself. What have I done? She slapped her hand against her forehead in frustration.
Sitting up carefully.
Just get out. She pushed herself to keep moving forward, but then her mind caught on that moment. The way he looked at me... She could almost hear his voice again. No.
She reached the door, her hand on the handle,
Before she could open the door, "Leaving already?"
I prayed it wasn't Damien. Please, anyone but Damien. I couldn't face him. Not after what happened.
I spotted a figure standing near the window. His back was to me, broad shoulders squared, hands tucked into his pockets,
I bit my bottom lip
She didn't know what to expect. The last thing she wanted was to face him especially after everything that had happened. She swallowed, her throat tight. What should I say?
When he stopped at the edge of the bed, his knees brushed against the mattress. I didn't dare look up. My gaze dropped to my lap, settling on the duvet as I tried to breathe
"Look at me," he ordered
I swallowed hard, my fingers curling into the blanket beneath me. I knew better than to disobey. Slowly, I lifted my gaze to meet his.
"Do you even remember what you did?" he asked.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. . Flashes of the previous night danced in my head — the drinks, the laughter, the reckless questions I had no business asking him.
And then… the vomit.
I had vomited all over him. His shirt. His perfect image.
And worse… I had asked him if he liked me.
God, I was mortified.
"I…" My voice cracked, "I was drunk."
"That much is obvious," he said coldly, taking a step closer. "Do you have any idea how embarrassing it was to carry your drunk ass back here? Covered in vomit?"
I squeezing my eyes shut. "I'm sorry…"
"Sorry?" He let out a chuckle. "You asked me if I liked you, . Right before you threw up on me."
I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "I'm dead. I'm really dead."
"Yes," Damien agreed, his voice colder than ever. "You're lucky I didn't leave you on the street."
"I didn't mean to…" I whispered.
He leaned in, his face inches from mine. "Then don't let it happen again."
With that, Damien straightened and walked away, leaving me alone with my shame and pounding headache.
As the door clicked shut behind him, I collapsed back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling.
I was definitely never drinking again.
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Lily woke up with a pounding headache, groaning as she buried her face deeper into the pillow. Her whole body ached,
What the hell happened?
Lily's mind was Lily glanced down, her fingers brushing against the fabric she was wearing a shirt, too big for her frame. The soft cotton hung loosely on her body, and she instantly caught a whiff of it.
Leather.
Her cheeks burned with a deep blush. It wasn't just any shirt. It was his.
Lucifer's shirt.
The scent was unmistakable a mix of leather, smoke Her heart skipped a beat as she inhaled it again, the intoxicating aroma wrapping around her like a second skin.
"You are awake" Lucifer's deep voice broke through her thoughts.
Lily quickly tugged at the hem of the shirt, trying to cover more of her bare legs. "I.. I didn't mean to"
"You passed out in that dress. I wasn't about to let you sleep in it."
Lily's gaze moved to the discarded dress on a nearby chair. It looked out of place,
Lucifer reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face before touching her forehead with his back of his palm "You feeling hot,"
Her breath caught in her throat. "I… I don't know."
She glanced at his casual clothes , a fitted black shirt that clung to his broad chest, sleeves pushed up to reveal his forearms. The way he hold a cup of tea and what looked like painkillers, made him seem even more dangerous. Effortlessly hot. .
Lily's cheeks burned. She quickly looked away, biting her lip nervously.
"Come here," he commanded,
Without thinking, Lily stood, clutching the sheet around her trembling body. His shirt hung loosely on her, barely covering the tops of