Mr Bodyguard

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- Dior -

Fear and shock are words that don't come close to describing how I felt after hearing the unexpected news from my brothers. My mother wants to see me. After a year of being free from her torment, I will reunite with her. 

But what baffled my family more than her wanting to see me, was the fact that I accepted. 

Without hesitation. 

If you asked me to see her a few months ago, the answer would've been a definite no, but a sudden wave of courage errupted within me, a voice, so quiet, whispering in my ear, forcing me to do as it says. 

She no longer has the power over me.

She no longer controls me. 

She longer can hurt me. 

Why should I be afraid?

Maybe it's her demonic face that ignites an unsettling feeling deep inside me. Maybe it's her sickly sweet voice that she used to lure me into her traps. Maybe it's those eyes of hers, icy blue and stoic, that haunted me whenever I closed my eyes. Maybe it's her hands, those cold, boney fingers that left a red mark on my skin whenever she grasped me tightly. 

Whatever it is, it's there and it's strong. 

Every part of her body creates a sense of fear in me. 

But I won't let her consume my thoughts. I won't give her that power or satisfaction. 

We sat in silence after that, the sound of metal forks and spoons hitting the bottom of bowls was the only sound that interrupted the peaceful quiet. The men in the room shared occasional glances, as if they were communicating telepathically. I knew it had something to do with me so I didn't bother questioning them about it. The only thing that kept me relaxed was Lucifer's thick thumb caressing the back of my hand, squeezing it every now and then, reminding me of his presence. 

It continued like this until I was done with my meal.

"I'm gonna get ready, I'll be back in a few hours," I announced my departure, quickly kissing each brother on the cheek before walking up the stairs with Lucifer following me, his hand still in mine. 

"Nervous to go back to school?"

I didn't have to be there for another hour but I like to be prepared in advance. 

"A little, but you're with me, so it's fine!" I answered, stripping off my pyjamas, leaving me in nothing but my matching underwear set, not really caring that Lucifer is watching me. 

"Fucking hell, Delilah," he mumbled, looking down at me with a smirk on his face. 

"What?" I said innocently, my hands behind my back as I turned to pick clothes out of my closet. 

He chuckled darkly, pulling me by my waist so my back was leaning against his chest. His hand settled on top of my bare, flat stomach, the other taking my own hand and intertwining it with his. He nuzzled his face into my neck, leaving wet kisses on my jaw and shoulder, making me whimper quietly. 

"Wear that little skirt today."

He whispered, lifting our connected hands to point at a specific skirt hanging up in my closet. I smiled, it was a cute skirt! I could get used to Luci picking out my outfits, it helps a lot. 

"Okay!" I replied excitedly, attempting to move to grab said skirt, but was restricted by Lucifer's arms. He tutted, pulling me back to his chest. 

"Kiss me first."

He whispered in my ear, very seductively might I add, kissing my lower earlobe. With a smile, I turned in his arms, placing my own around his neck as he automatically leaned down to attach his lips onto mine. The kiss started off gently, my soft lips caressing his pillow-like ones, but soon, he started sucking on my lower lip, his tongue sliding in my mouth at the same time. His hold on my waist tightened, pulling me even closer to him, joining our hips together.