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Chapter 03

Lucifer's office was filled with the low hum of electronics, the glow from his computer casting faint shadows across the walls. But the real heat was in the middle of the room, where Lucifer was bent over his desk naked, his chest pressed against the polished surface, his legs spread slightly for balance. Behind him, the man he'd been entertaining had his body draped over Lucifer's back holding onto his waist while penetrating his penis hard, his hands gripping Lucifer's hips tightly as he whispered degrading things in his ear.

"You like this, don't you, whore? You think you're in control, but look at you," the man growled, his breath hot against Lucifer's neck as he forcefully kissed his exposed skin. "I bet you won't even cum. You're nothing but a toy."

Lucifer's face was hidden from view, but the sharp glint in his eyes betrayed a dangerous mixture of pleasure and irritation. This was what he craved, wasn't it? The loss of control, the degradation—there was something intoxicating about it, even if it wasn't real power. But even so, Lucifer's self-destructive habits didn't blind him to danger.

He was about to retort when the door to his office swung open with a sudden force. Alastor stepped inside, his face stony and unyielding, the gravity of the situation immediately clear. He took one look at the scene before him and his eyes hardened, his protective instincts kicking in without a second thought.

Without a word, Alastor crossed the room in three long strides and yanked the man off Lucifer, his grip on the man's shoulder iron-tight. The man stumbled back, caught off guard, his anger flashing immediately.

"What the fuck?!" the man spat, trying to pull away from Alastor's grasp. "Who the hell do you think you are, interrupting? We weren't finished!"

Alastor's eyes remained cold, his voice calm but laced with warning. "You are finished now." His tone was devoid of any emotion, but there was an unspoken threat in every syllable. Alastor wasn't one to engage in confrontations unless necessary, but when it came to protecting Lucifer—no matter how reckless or self-destructive Lucifer could be—he wouldn't hesitate.

The man pushed against Alastor's grip, his fury mounting. "You think you can just barge in here and—"

Before he could finish, Alastor shoved him backward with a force that sent him stumbling. The man's face twisted into a sneer, but the sight of Alastor's calm, unflinching demeanor made him hesitate. This wasn't someone he wanted to fight, and deep down, he knew it.

Lucifer, now straightening himself up, slowly peeled his chest away from the desk, a smirk playing on his lips despite the chaos. His shirt clung to his back, rumpled from the forceful encounter, but his eyes were sharp as he watched the scene unfold.

"Well," Lucifer drawled, adjusting his clothes with casual indifference, "you certainly know how to ruin a moment, Alastor." He lit a cigarette, taking a slow drag, his voice dripping with amusement even though he wasn't exactly protesting the interruption.

Alastor didn't turn to face Lucifer. His focus remained on the man in front of him, his fingers flexing slightly, ready for any sudden moves. "Get out," he commanded, his voice steady.

The man hesitated, his eyes flickering between Alastor and Lucifer, anger still simmering beneath the surface. But he knew when he was outmatched. With a final glare at Alastor and a derisive snarl in Lucifer's direction, he stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him.

Lucifer exhaled a cloud of smoke, watching the man leave with an amused expression. He leaned back against the edge of his desk, one hand idly resting on his hip as he glanced at Alastor.

"You didn't have to be so rough," Lucifer remarked with a chuckle, though his tone was teasing. "He was just getting to the good part."

Alastor finally turned to face Lucifer, his expression unreadable. "You need to stop letting people treat you like that," he said, his voice calm but firm. "It's dangerous."