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(His addiction.....)
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CHAPTER 28
#unedited…
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Now you want me in the car. How dare you?"She laughed bitterly. Her chest rose and fell with ragged breaths,
Lucifer arched a single brow, his gaze unbothered, his posture as relaxed as ever. "How dare I… what?"
. "How dare you throw me out like that? How fucking dare you leave me in the rain like I was nothing?!"
"I told you, Lily. There are punishments. There are fucking consequences," he said; his heart ached, something he wouldn't admit, something he despised feeling.
He didn't want to be cruel to her. Fuck, he didn't want to be this cold, this unrelenting. But he had to be.
"Punishments? Consequences?" She let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "For what, Lucifer? For daring to fucking talk back to you? For not bending over and taking every fucking thing you throw at me?"
"You fucking killed him over some stupid deal over something that probably didn't even fucking matter to you."
Lucifer's jaw tightened, his eyes darkening, but he didn't speak.
"Why?" she demanded "Why the fuck did you kill him if this was how you were going to treat me?"
Lucifer exhaled slowly, his expression unreadable; his hands flexed at his sides, his control slipping just enough for her. "Watch your mouth, Lily."
"Or what? You'll punish me again? You'll throw me out in the rain like I'm nothing? Go ahead, Lucifer. Do it. Because guess what? You already fucking broke me."
Before Lily could even register what was happening, he grabbed her as he lifted her off.
"Put me the fuck down, Lucifer" she screamed, "Let me go, you fucking bastard!" she shrieked, shoving at his chest.
Lucifer's face was cold, unreadable, as he dragged her toward the car.
Her feet barely touched the ground as he shoved open the door and threw her inside. She hit the seat with force, gasping as her head slammed against the cold leather. Before she could run away, he climbed in after her, slamming the door shut very hard.
"Open this darn fucking door" she screamed, She pounded against the window, her fists hitting the glass with force. "Let me out, Lucifer. You fucking terrible beast"
But Lucifer didn't say a word.
He sat back, one arm draped lazily over the back of the seat, That made her even angrier.
"You know what?" she spat, voice shaking. "Fuck you. Fuck you, Lucifer. You motherfucker."
She lashed out, slamming her palm against his shoulder "Do you hear me? Fuck you, I hate you, I fucking hate you"
"Are you done?"
Without thinking, she bit down, sinking her teeth into his skin with everything she had. Hard.
Pain shot through her jaw; the taste of blood spread across her tongue, not his, but hers.
He stepped out of the car, his expression unreadable, and without a glance back, he strode toward the mansion,
"Welcome back, Master," the servants said in perfect unison, their heads bowed.
Here's a super long, intense, and dangerously irresistible rewrite of the scene:
"Miss, your food is ready."
Lily didn't move. She sat curled up on the bed, arms wrapped around her knees, her jaw clenched. Her stomach had been empty for hours,
"I'm not hungry," she said coldly.
The maid hesitated, her fingers tightening around the silver tray she carried. "Master has requested that you join him for dinner in the dining room."
Lily scoffed under her breath, shaking her head. "Tell him I said no."
"Miss, I don't think you understand. Master gave direct orders. If you don't come willingly… he instructed me to drag you to the dining room myself."
"What the fuck did you just say?"
The maid swallowed, keeping her expression neutral. "I said"
"Yeah, yeah, I heard you." Lily exhaled sharply, pressing her palms against her temples, trying to keep the anger from exploding. She was on the verge of losing her shit. "Tell your master I said" She stopped mid-sentence, shaking her head. "Never mind."
What was the point? Fighting with the maid was useless. She was just a damn messenger. The real problem was Lucifer.
With a sharp glare, Lily stood up, her legs moving before she could talk herself out of it. If he wanted her downstairs, fine. She'd fucking go. But she wasn't going to sit there quietly and play the obedient little doll he thought she was.
When she reached the dining room, she stopped.
Lucifer sat at the long, polished table, dressed in his usual black, looking effortlessly put together. He had one hand lazily resting on his coffee cup, the other flipping through the pages of a newspaper as if he had all the time in the world.
Like he wasn't the fucking reason she was furious.Like he hadn't just ordered his staff to drag her here.
Lily clenched her fists as she walked to the table, pulling out a chair with unnecessary force before dropping into it.
She didn't say a word.
Lucifer didn't acknowledge her at first. He took a slow sip of his coffee, his gaze still focused on the newspaper.
Then, without looking up, he spoke.
"So you do know how to listen."
Lily sat stiffly in her chair, gripping the fork tighter than necessary. She had no appetite, but she wasn't in the mood to argue either. Without a word, she picked up the fork and started eating, shoving the food into her mouth quickly.
She barely chewed before swallowing, just wanting to be done with it. The sooner she finished, the sooner she could get the hell away from him.
She finished in record time, dropping the fork onto the plate. Without sparing him another glance, she grabbed a napkin, wiped her mouth, and stood up.
"There. I'm done," she muttered. "Can I go now?"
Lucifer slowly set his coffee cup down, his fingers tapping lightly against the table.
"Sit down."
Lily froze, irritation flaring instantly. "I ate."
"I didn't say you could leave."
Her jaw clenched. "Are you fucking serious right now?"
Lucifer didn't respond right away. He just leaned back in his chair, watching her, his expression unreadable.
Lily's hands curled into fists at her sides. She wanted to argue. She wanted to throw the damn plate at his head.
"You're rushing," he said.
Lily swallowed hard, forcing down the lump in her throat. "I don't exactly enjoy eating with a monster."
She shot him a glare. "Do I? Because last time I checked, I didn't choose to be here. I didn't choose to sit here and have breakfast with a kidnapper."
He scoffed.
"Oh, right. And then what?" she snapped. "You'd have your people force me? Or would you do it yourself?"
Lucifer didn't respond immediately. He just stared at her, his gaze unreadable, before finally saying, "You don't know me as well as you think you do."
Lily scoffed, throwing down her fork. "And I don't want to."
He grabbed his cup, took another sip of coffee, and then just as calmly pushed back his chair and stood.
"Good." His voice was low, almost indifferent. "Because I don't need you to."
Then, without another word, he turned and walked out.
Knock. Knock.
She pushed herself off the bed with an angry huff, marching toward the door before yanking it open. Without bothering to check.
"What the hell do you want, Lucifer?" she snapped.
But it wasn't him.
Damien stood in the doorway, tall and relaxed; he leaned casually against the frame, hands tucked into the pockets of his dark slacks.
"Not Lucifer," he said smoothly. "But nice to know you're expecting him."
Lily scowled, crossing her arms. "What do you want?"
He exhaled, shifting just slightly. "To ask you something. Can I come in?"
She didn't answer. She just turned on her heel and walked back to her bed, dropping onto it without another word.
Damien took that as a yes. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He moved around the room, showing small signs of her frustration.
"Do you love Lucifer?"
"No."
Damien studied her for a long moment. Then, he nodded, as if that answer didn't surprise him.
He exhaled softly, nodding as if he had expected that answer. He pulled a chair closer and sat down, resting his elbows on his knees.
"I get it," he said after a moment. "He's not easy to love. He's fucking insane most of the time. He gets angry over the smallest things.
"And I won't tell you that you should. But you don't understand him, Lily. Not even a little."
Lily scoffed. "And what? You do?"
His jaw tensed slightly. "His parents were murdered in cold blood right in front of him when he was just a fucking kid.
"You know what's worse?" Damien let out a quiet, humorless laugh.
"They sold him," Damien continued. "He was taken from the only home. He was raped, beaten mercilessly, and locked up for days without food starved until his body adapted, until weakness was no longer an option. Then, they forced him to kill, over and over again, until he felt nothing.
"He never had a childhood," Damien said, "Never had someone to tell him it was okay to cry. To be scared. To be weak. He learned fast that weakness meant pain.
"He's not cruel for the sake of it," Damien said. "He's cruel because life taught him that's the only way to survive."
"Then why did he kill my father?" she said.
"Because it was his job," Damien said simply. "He's the fucking devil, Lily. He makes deals. And when someone fails to hold up their end of the bargain, they die. That's the rule.."
Lily's breath shuddered. "But"
"And if he didn't kill your father, he would've perished himself," Damien cut in, "Do you get that? If he let even one failed deal slide, it would've destroyed him"
"You don't have to love him," he murmured. "But don't act like he doesn't love you in the only way he knows how."
Damien chuckled lightly, running a hand through his hair. "Trust me, I know. I've been dealing with him for years.
Lily swallowed hard, her throat tightening. She hated that the words made something deep inside her ache.