The King's Forbidden Maid

Chapter 14: Lucifer's POV

It was now 10:30pm, I had eaten my fill of Rome's cooking and dismissed her for the night. I wished I hadn't, her food still lingered on my tongue as I headed to my room from the study. Her eyes as they watched me burning into my mind, the small smile from how much I loved her cooking, a memory I don't ever want to leave my mind. God, she was so intoxicating. I opened the door to my chambers and slid through it.

 I shut the door behind me then walked to my bed. I sat down on the edge of it and ran a hand through my hair. Why was I so fixated with Rome? My forbidden maid, my forbidden ice queen. I sighed as I flopped back on the bed. I can't have such thoughts on my staff. I can't have them, but I do. I want to feel her pale skin against mine, her blue hair in my hands, her slender arms around my waist. I want her, I want to be with her. I can't though. I stood from my bed and walked to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, still the same bastard as before. I looked down at the sink, her rag and cleaning supplies still out from earlier that morning. I picked them up and threw them back under the sink. It was always disorderly. I walked out of the bathroom into the closet, maybe a shower before bed and some fresh clothes would make my life less hellish, though I lived in hell. The irony of that shit, laughable. 

I walked into the closet. She cleaned it. I groaned and looked around at the clothes visible to me. I had a lot of clothes to wear sure, but I didn't enjoy my ex wife's clothes being visible to me in the corner of the room, nice and folded or otherwise. I took notice of a dress that rested beside the stacked up folded clothes. I never saw that dress on her, though I didn't want to see much of that woman. I walked over to it and took in its look. The only thing I saw. Was Rome. Rome in this spectacle of a dress. God, to see her in this dress...or nothing...god, I need to go to bed, to get these thoughts out of my mind. I dropped the dress back in the corner and unbuttoned my shirt. I threw it in the hamper, but the thought of Rome cleaning my closet...made me take it out of the hamper and throw it on the floor. I slid off my pants, god I was erect. Rome's teasing about me being pent up couldn't be far from the truth.

I slid on some boxers that were mostly breathable. I walked to my bed shutting off the light, then headed to my bed. I looked down at the covers, she tucked them. What an ass. I smirked, she did have a nice ass. I untucked the covers and slid under them. I hoped sleep would consume me quickly, but I laid there for a moment, sleep failing me for a moment. My thoughts clouded by Rome, my boxers growing more and more uncomfortable with each thought of her. I just shut my eyes and hopes for the best.

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I opened my eyes, a warmth consumed my lower half, I panted softly from it. What was happening? I tried to sit up but, I couldn't. My body didn't want me to move. I looked down, all I saw was blue hair...blue hair? It was a girl, her mouth around my erection, bobbing up and down. She looked like...Rome...oh fuck...she continued to move her head and I didn't stop her. Fuck. She was good. Her blue eyes looked up at mine, god it was hot, I met her icy blue eyes with my fiery red ones. A smirk crept on her face and she went faster. I leaned my head back a moan escaping my lips as she did. 

"R-Rome?...ahh~" I couldn't speak, she was too fucking good.

She said nothing and continued to move her head against me. I could drown in this feeling and die a happy mother fucker. The warmth her mouth produced, was fucking killing me. I sat up some and watched her move against me. Fuck, the sight alone could make me bend to her will. I gripped her hair, moving her against me. She moaned. The noises she made drove me insane, so fucking insane. I could do this forever. I looked down at her, she looked up at me. She could have shot me and it would have been the same feeling, I am dying to her. I moved her against me more, the noises that came out of her mouth, I just couldn't stop myself. She felt fucking fantastic.

I continued to moved her, I felt myself getting close to climax and I didn't want to stop. I moved her faster, she moaned and looked up at me, tears forming in her eyes, I wiped them away with my thumb.

"You alright?"

She nodded and moved faster against me. Fuck. I can't handle this. Fuck. I felt myself on the verge and then....I woke up?

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I sat up panting, looking around my room. It was dark minus some moonlight that shone in from the open curtains. I sighed and leaned on my hands. I had a fucking sexual dream about Rome, for fucksake! I ran my hands down my face and looked at the clock, 3am. If the witching hour couldn't have been more of a bitch.