The Devil's Mark (Book 1)

Chapter Twenty One: Feeling Lucky Tonight

Lucifer

From the moment his reply rolled off his tongue, I wanted nothing more than to cry up at the heavens and thank fate for being on my side. I pulled the ring from the box as I slipped it on his finger with ease, achieving a perfect fit. The diamonds were so bright that they nearly sparkled in the dark as I took a moment to take it all in before kissing his hand and giving him a fierce hug. But our engagement was short lived as a man's voice yelled out from out nowhere, telling us that we were trespassing on private property and would be arrested if we did not leave at once.

So we did the only thing any other tourists would do in a time like this. We ran. Laughing like kids who just got busted for having their hands in the cookie jar, we sprinted to the car and rushed back to the hotel. But once we crossed the lobby and entered the private elevator, the gloves came off. The doors shut behind me as I waited until we were between floors five and six before pulling the emergency brake. The car came to a screeching halt as the silent alarm activated the emergency lights, dimming the interior, but still allowing me to see Jason standing in the corner looking irresistible.

I went to him in an instant. His body jumped upon contact, my chest pinning him against the wall as I attacked his lips. It took every ounce of my willpower not to take him right where he stood. Of course I could've taken him standing up and I still would have been truly satisfied. But tonight was a special night for the both of us. And he should be treated with respect since this is his first time having sex. Our lips moved together in sync as I grinded my hips into him. My cock raged in my slacks as I growled until the pressure grew so bad that I was nearly blinded by the pain it was causing me to endure.

His fingers raked through my hair as I quickly pulled them off me and bound his hands above his head. He whimpered as I smirked, his body unable to get away from me. A ringing could be heard nearby, and no matter how much I wanted to tear the bastard from its socket, I knew that I had to answer the call. I hissed as I pulled away sharply, gasping for air. I turned to open the small door that concealed the emergency phone as I picked it up and held it to my ear, my voice sounding calm but also irritated at the same time. The person calling came from the head of security.

"Good evening, sir," he said in Italian. "I see that you're stuck between floors five and six. But I don't want you to worry. I've already dispatched a crew to come and get you guys out of there."

"No, no. That won't be necessary. It was my fault. I accidentally hit the wrong button, my bad. Tell your team to turn around and that I'm sorry if I caused any trouble. You have yourself a good night now."

I set the phone back down and restarted the elevator all within in a matter of seconds. I turned back to face Jason where he remained in the corner. The pupils in his eyes looked dilated, yet went well with the bright pink flush of his cheeks. I craved him more as the elevator took us higher up into the building. I wasn't sure if I was going to make it through our hotel room door before ripping off his clothes, lying him down in the middle of the hallway, and then slowly enter him as he cries out my name. Least he will when I'm through with him. But that wouldn't be for quite a while.

When the elevator doors opened announcing the arrival of our floor. I could see the door to our own private suite and how inviting it looked to know that we wouldn't be bothered for the rest of the evening. I grabbed Jason by the hand as I pulled him along, scanning the electronic lock before opening and shutting the door again once we were inside. I wasted no time when it came to foreplay. Beginning by slowly undressing him out of his clothes, admiring the perfection of his body and what it had to offer. Than a rush of blood flooded his cheeks when I got to the button of his jeans, his eyes darting around the room aimlessly.

"Look at me," I said softly, and he did. "There's no reason to be shy. I love you just the way you are."

"I'm not shy," he replied with a shaky breath.