Page 7 of Lust
Our dad rolls his eyes. “That’s why you guys have to actually work to bring my daughters home.”
“I have a feeling she will come to me,” I tell them.
“What makes you say that?” Otis asks.
“Well, I touched her. As you said, the mark will change and she will probably have a feeling it was me. I’ll probably have to explain things sooner than later,” I say.
“You will have to figure out what to say. I imagine our brides won’t take it lightly finding out they are destined to be with animmortal man whose father is Lucifer, or that we represent one of the seven deadly sins, or that they were marked by Lucifer and will get their own powers,” Lorenzo says dryly.
“Thanks for summing that up. I had no idea.,” I grumble, rolling my eyes.
I have no idea how my bride is going to take this information. I hope she doesn’t run screaming in the other direction and think I’m insane.
As much as I want to claim her and have her here in our home, I think I’m going to actually enjoy the chase this time.
She’s going to be so fucking worth it.
I can’t fucking wait.
Chapter Three
Serenity
I know I am going to have to see whomever that man was again. He’s the reason I have this mark on me. I know it.
The next day, I head to the coffee shop at the same time hoping he will be there. Just as I thought, he is there again.
“You!” I say pointing at him.
He stands up with a grin.
“I got your usual,” he says, gesturing to the table.
“We need to talk,” I grumble.
“We do, but not here,” he states while grabbing everything. I follow him and realize we are walking towards my apartment.
“How do you know where I live?” I ask warily.
Am I about to invite another stalker into my life?
“I’ll explain everything in private,” he says and keeps on walking.
“If you are thinking of killing me, then you have to know I won’t go down easy,” I tell him, trying to sound more confident than I feel.
He lets out a chuckle that sends shivers down my spine.
Do not feel any attraction to this crazy guy. He could easily want to get you alone to chop you up and keep your organs in jars.
The walk to my apartment is quiet but, thankfully, it doesn’t take long.
When we are inside, he looks around as he sets everything down.
“Talk,” I say crossing my arms over my chest.
“You were marked for me as my bride and, when I touched you, the bond started to form,” he starts.
“What do you mean marked for you? As your bride? I’m not fucking marrying you,” I say, dropping my arms in shock.
