Chapter 8

• Chapter 8
• Lucifer had his maid prepare and ready Katherine for her first night together with him.
• She was putting on a red silky night dress that exposed too much skin more than it covered. And that was upon the requests of Mr Cain, the maid had informed her.
• She was ushered into his bedroom to wait for him and while she was left alone in the room, she looked around the room to discover that his room was furnished to suit his character. Dark, brooding, elegant and......lifeless. She shuddered at that.
• There was no single iota of warmth in his room. Everything and furniture was made in dark colors.
• She chose not to think too much about that as she tried to wait for him while anticipating what she knew was going to be inevitable that night. When he finally came, it was late at night.
• The door to his bedroom opened with a slow and deliberate creak and his imposing figure immediately filled the room as his unique scent wafted to her nostrils. Kat froze where she sat on the edge of the bed and her hands clutched tightly—too tightly, at the fabric of her nightgown.
• He closed the door behind him as he casually sauntered over towards her as she watched him anxiously. He was dressed in a crisp black shirt with the top buttons undone to reveal just a little peak of his toned chest. His sleeves were rolled up and they exposed his hairy forearms that bore faint scars— they were definitely remnants of his violent world.
• “Kat,” he said her name in a drawl lowly as he stepped even closer to her.
• She couldn’t bring herself to answer, her throat too dry to form words at that moment. Her heart kept pounding in her chest as he stopped at just a few feet away and stared—no glared at her.
• “You know why I’m here,” he stated matter of factly. "So why are you still dressed?" He asked her in a sharp tone.
• She nodded faintly and her hands trembled on her lap as she lifted her hand to the strap of her night wear. He raised up his hand in motion for her to wait and she paused.
• “I want to make something clear,” he said in a cold and detached voice. “This is not about you or your feelings. This is about what I need—a son, an heir. This is about my own desires. Me alone. That’s the only reason I’m here.” he told her.
• Kat swallowed hard at that as the fear in her eyes were now very evident. She quickly darted her eyes away from his hot and intensed gaze on her.
• “Do you understand?” he demanded.
• “Yes,” she whispered.
• Luci tilted his head. He wasn't satisfied with just a whisper.
• “I need to hear you. Speak up.” he commanded in an irritated tone.
• “Yes, I understand,” she said a bit louder in a trembling voice.
• “Good,” he said, his expression unyielding. “Now take off your clothes and lie down." He instructed while he watched her with an unreadable expression on his face.
• Her body moved on instinct she was still scared of him. She shifted onto the bed as her back pressed into the plush mattress of his bed and simultaneously she tried to steady her breathing.
• She knew this was going to hurt.
• Not just because it was her first time.
• But also because she was doing this with the one person she hated the most.
• The last person she should be doing this with. That was going to make it all the more hurtful.
• Luci removed his watch and set it on the bedside table with a deliberate clink and then he proceeded to unbutton his shirt. His movements were slow and purposeful. Almost calculative, you could say.
• “Don’t fight me,” he said in a low and uncharacteristically soft and tender voice. “It’ll hurt less if you don’t.” he said.
• Kat's eyes widened briefly at his words and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. She wanted to scream, to run even but where would she go?
• She just had no choice but to endure this.
• Luci climbed onto the bed and his masculine weight shifted the mattress underneath them. He leaned over her and his hand brushed over her cheek as he pushed a stray strand of hair out of her face. She tried not to flinch at his touch.
• “You’re scared,” he observed in an almost clinical tone. “You don’t need to be. I’m not here to hurt you.” he told her in a murmur. She couldn't ignore the fact that his voice had gotten a bit tighter, like he was strained or something.
• Kat stared up at him and her eyes glistened with unshed tears.
• “Then why does it feel like you are?” she asked him in a whisper.
• His expression darkened for a moment before he sighed. He didn't say a word to her. He was too worked up to say anything. Merely having her soft body under him without him even touching her was already doing dangerous things to him. Her breathing on his chest was making him run wild. He had made up his mind to be a bit... moderate with her this time since she wasn't yet accustomed to his... .kinks but, it was getting more difficult to do that. All he felt like doing was taking her roughly and primally.
• Fuck.
• Even the thought was bringing him closer to the edge.
• He leaned down and his lips brushed softly against her neck as his hands moved to the hem of her nightgown. His touch was surprisingly gentle, almost at odds with his harsh words. But that still did nothing to soothe her fear.
• Kat’s body stiffened as he bared her to him, her cheeks flushed crimson red with humiliation when she felt him against her. When he entered her, the pain was sharp and sudden and she instinctively bit down on her lip to keep from crying out.
• Luci froze as his dark eyes roamed over her.
• “You’re untouched,” he said and his voice was tinged with something she couldn’t quite place—was it admiration, or disdain? “Fuck." He cursed as he tried to move inside her.
• She turned her head away as her tears finally spilled over. He caught her chin with his hand and forced her to look at him.
• “Don’t hide from me,” he said firmly as he softly caressed her skin to ease out the pain. “You agreed to this. Don’t act like you didn’t know what it meant.” he reminded her in a tone that was supposed to come out harshly but only came out in a strained voice. It sounded like he was choking.
• He paused to give her a moment to adjust as his hand stroked her hair in what seemed like an uncharacteristic attempt at comfort.
• “It’ll get easier,” he said and his voice was softer now. “The first time is always the worst.” she heard him say.