Chapter 13: Dominating Ella (R18)

Chapter 13: Dominating Ella (R18)"Lucifer..."

Her voice was low, tense.

Lucifer stepped forward slowly, hands still in his pockets, that same cocky smirk tugging at his lips.

"Yeah, the one and only." His red eyes gleaming. "And I'm here for retribution."

The air shifted.

Heavy.

Oppressive.

Ella's breath hitched as a wave of pressure slammed into her chest—like the gravity around Lucifer had just spiked. Her instincts screamed danger. For a moment, her knees wobbled.

It felt like she was standing before someone ancient... someone that wasn't supposed to be touched, let alone disrespected.

Like her body remembered something her mind didn't.

But even then—she didn't step back.



Her fists clenched. Her gaze locked onto his.

There was fire in her eyes. Defiance.

"I don't care what kind of aura you're trying to flex," she said through gritted teeth. "I'm not scared of you."

Lucifer chuckled, eyes narrowing in amusement.

"Good," he said, his voice smooth like velvet. "Because fear would've ruined the fun."

Lucifer's grin widened as he saw the defiance in her eyes. She stood her ground, but he could tell, he could always tell when she was on the verge of breaking. Her body was betraying her. There was a crack in her armor, a tremble that he could taste in the air.

He took another step closer, the distance between them closing until his body nearly brushed against hers. His hand came up, brushing the hair from her face, letting his fingers linger on her skin.

"Do you think I'm afraid of you?" she snapped, her chin tilted, but her voice trembled.

Lucifer's smirk deepened, but there was something else in his eyes now. Something darker, predatory. "You should be," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "After all, you've always looked down on me. All these years, thinking you were better. Above me. That I was just your toy. Your plaything."

She stiffened, and her eyes narrowed. "That's not—"

"Shut up," he hissed, gripping her jaw with enough force to make her gasp. His touch was just a little too tight, a little too commanding, but it was the flicker of something more that coursed through him.

A flash of power surged from him, unnoticed by both of them. He had never used it before, had never understood its depth, but the moment his skin made contact with her, the invisible tendrils of Touch of Temptation snaked through the air and latched onto her.

The change was instant.

Her breath hitched, her body jolting ever so slightly under his hand. The air around her thickened, pressing against her chest like an invisible weight. She blinked, and for a second, it felt as if the world slowed. Her body betrayed her again, her pulse quickened, her chest rising and falling faster.

Lucifer didn't notice right away. He was too lost in the moment, too focused on the fire he was lighting inside her. But when he saw her eyes widen, her lips parting in surprise, he stopped mid-thought. Something was wrong. Something had shifted.

"What the hell..." He muttered, his eyes narrowing, finally registering the change in the air. He could feel it now—her body responding to him, trembling, her skin flushed.

His voice softened, the amusement never quite leaving his lips. "You feel that, don't you?" he asked, his tone dark, predatory.

She swallowed hard, but her eyes flickered with hesitation. She tried to take a step back, but Lucifer's grip on her chin tightened, his thumb brushing against her lips.

"You've always looked down on me," he continued, a sneer curling his lips. "You thought you were better. I was just some worthless thing beneath your heels." He leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. "Well, now you'll feel what it's like. Now, you'll understand how it feels to be looked down on."

His words were a bitter truth, one that cut deeper than any physical blow ever could. He could feel her body responding involuntarily, the heat in her pulse, the way she couldn't stop the soft tremors shaking through her.

"You're weak," he whispered, watching her reactions closely. "You can't even control yourself. Your body knows who's in charge now."

Before she could respond, before she could even formulate another protest, his fingers trailed down her neck, his touch soft, languid, as if testing the effect his power was having on her.

And that's when it hit her—Touch of Temptation.

The effect was so subtle at first that she might have dismissed it, but her breath hitched again, this time uncontrollably. It was like his touch was pulling something out of her, some dark, desperate need.

Lucifer's eyes gleamed, watching her struggle. She was caught—caught in the haze of his power, unable to escape the heat it poured into her.

He chuckled darkly, savoring the moment. "You wanted this. You always have."

Her lips parted, a strangled gasp escaping. She tried to pull away, but Lucifer's grip was unyielding. He didn't need to hold her tightly, his influence was enough.

"No more pretending," he murmured, his voice soft but dangerous. "No more games. All these years you've looked down on me... You'll pay for it."

Her body betrayed her once more, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession. He could feel her pulse quicken beneath his touch. Lucifer's eyes sparkled with cold satisfaction.

"Now, I'll show you how it feels to be used. To be nothing more than an object of desire, powerless under my control."

He pushed her to her knees.

"Hands behind your back."

She obeyed without hesitation, eyes wide, chest heaving.

"Chin up."

She raised it.

He unbuckled his belt, cock springing free—thick, heavy, glistening with pre-cum.

"Open your mouth."

She did.

He slid into her mouth inch by inch, hissing through his teeth as her lips stretched around him.

Her eyes rolled back, heat flooding her again, deeper, more invasive this time. Like her tongue was directly wired to her cunt.

Lucifer smirked.

"Sensitive, aren't you? Just from sucking cock."

She moaned around him, and her knees buckled slightly.

He snapped his hips, choking her on it.

"Choke on it if you love me."

Tears pricked her lashes. She gagged—and her pussy clenched hard enough she almost came.

He pulled out.

"You're dripping on the rooftop tiles. That's fucking pathetic."

He yanked her to her feet.

Then spun her, bent her over the rooftop chair, and slammed inside her in one brutal thrust.

She screamed.

It was too much. Too deep. Too hot.

Her body convulsed with every drag of his cock.

Lucifer grabbed her throat from behind, pinning her in place as he ruined her from the inside out.



"Look at you," he growled, "already falling apart."

"Please—Lucifer—I can't—"

"Yes, you can."

His pace brutalized her.

"Hold it," he snapped.

She tried.

Failed.

And shattered—her first orgasm ripping through her, thighs shaking, body quaking.

He didn't stop.

And he didn't forgive her for cumming without permission.

Lucifer pulled out.

Flipped her onto her back.

She barely registered the sky above her before he snapped his fingers.

[New Ability Unlocked – Temptation Chain – Active]

Glowing restraints appeared midair—chains of pulsing pink and violet energy. They wrapped around her wrists, her ankles, her thighs... her nipples... her clit.

Every sensitive spot.

Every nerve ending.

"Lucifer—" she gasped.

"Shh."

He slid back inside her.

The chains activated.

And she screamed.

Each thrust lit up her body like electricity. The magical restraints pulsed against her clit, her nipples, her overstimmed pussy.

Pleasure became torment.

Tears streamed down her face.

She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think.

All she could do was feel.

"Sir—Sir please—I—"

"You wanted this."

He grabbed her face, kissed her savagely.

"You wanted me to ruin you. Now take it."

Her back arched off the lounge as another orgasm detonated in her core. Then another. And another.

The chains didn't stop.

Lucifer didn't stop.

She screamed his name—sobbed it—begged until she was hoarse.

Her mind cracked open.

And she came again.

Lucifer leaned down, lips brushing her ear.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You—you, Sir—please—"

"Say it louder."

"YOU! I'm yours—I'm yours—!"

His cock throbbed, and he bit down into her throat as he came inside her, hard and deep, branding her with his pleasure.

The chains shattered.

She collapsed.

Wrecked.

Empty.

Ruined.

But Lucifer still wasn't done.

He cupped her cheek, his thumb wiping a tear from her eye. Then he kissed her forehead.

"On your knees."

"I—I can't—"

"You will."

She did.



Bare knees on cold concrete. Lips parted.

Mouth open like a prayer.

He slid his cock into her again, into her throat—and fucked her face as she whimpered and took it.

Her mascara ran. Her dignity bled. Her thighs still shook.

And still she obeyed.

When he finally pulled her up again, she was limp in his arms. Soft. Docile.

He cradled her against his chest like something precious. Something owned.

"You did so well, my sweet little leech."

He laid her down on warm cushions, wrapping a throw around her bare shoulders.

"You'll sleep now."

His fingers brushed between her thighs again.

"...But when you wake up," he whispered, licking into her ear, "we start again."