Chapter 7

• Isabelle held her breath as Lucifer’s hand curved around her waist for the first time that night and for once, she tuned out everyone in the room. Everyone blurred out and now the focus was on the handsome devil standing right in front of her. She drank his appearance in and she gulped at the way he twirled her body around. Soft music was blaring from the speakers and now the drunk occupants were finding partners and grinding against each other waiting for everything to go on well. She tried hard to pretend that Lucifer's hands weren’t branding holes through the open skin around her waist and for weird reasons she was growing wet at his touch.
• Suddenly he leaned in to whisper something to her, his thick cologne clouded her sense and she wanted to enter him. He smelled of rich musk and the masculine scent of the man himself. He was enjoying himself and her whole reasoning was going haywire. She doubted she would be able to make any decision with the way he was so close by. She gulped again, this time with the attracting raging wilder than usual. She smiled at him and she watched his face contort into a smirk. Now he looked just like the underworld mob boss.
• The aura around Lucifer was dark, dark, and mysterious in a cool way. Instead of leaning to whisper whatever he had to say, he swayed her closer before his lips ran along the length of her neck. Isabella was going crazy at the simple but sexual act. His lips left ht trails along her neck and she wanted to do nothing but lay down right there and make him fuck her senselessly but they were in public with half of the club watching closely. Her red outfit did nothing to make it subtle and Isabella kind of enjoyed it. Everyone was watching them and he was dancing with her out in the open, not hiding from a pregnant wife.