Page 114 of Unwanted
You deserve autonomy. A choice I was never given.
“You’re not taking it from me,” I said, leaning closer on my tip-toes until my lips ghosted across his as I spoke. “I’m giving it. There’s a difference.”
His hands fisted at his sides.
“I’ve lived without it this long,” I continued. “Carved pieces of myself out for vengeance. Let men define what I was worth. I’m not giving you my body and soul because I’m broken, Luci. I’m giving it because for once, I want to decide what flame consumes me.”
I took one hand in mine and placed it on my chest, right over the pounding of my heart. Then, slowly, dragged it down until he was outlining the curve of my breast.
The chandelier above us groaned, ancient puffs of dust falling like snow.
“If I touch you now, Dany,” he gritted out. “If I take you, there won’t be anything left of either of us.” Glass cracked. The ceiling split wider. Molten light bled from the seams. The weight of his restraint was coming to life aroundus.
Even though his words tried to push me away, his eyes struck a different cord in our symphony. He looked at me like I was the end of every prayer he ever wished he hadn’t answered.
“Do it, Lucifer Morningstar, or I will show you what it feels like to crawl.”
The molten heat in his mismatched eyes erupted. Through clenched teeth, Lucifer growled, “Fuck it.”
He was on me.
Like every wall he’d ever built shattered under the weight of wanting. His mouth crushed mine, hands roving desperately over my hips, into my hair, everywhere at once.
Lucifer kissed me as if he was jumping from the cliffs of heaven all over again. Like a man who’d waited eternity to deserve something worthy of surrendering to.
The ballroom roared around us, chandeliers shattering against marble in the distance as flames licked at the grand floor to ceiling arches. The mural above his broken throne crumbled, flakes of oil paint falling away like ash while the devil consumed me. Gone was the story of a broken man and, forged upon canvas, solidified in history, was an unwanted man kneeling at the feet of the pride and ambition he’d damned himself for.
“It was you,” he groaned between desperate kisses. “It was always you,Niepozadany. My Unwanted.”
That night, the stars themselves were forged anew. We ripped each other apart and, by the grace of the devil himself, became something that not even the heavens could contain.
Two Unwanted souls.
One forbidden love.
Zero fucking shits to give.
I was the Queen of the Unwanted, and the world would shiver under my rule.
