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When my lips touched his I felt like my whole body was on fire. I felt his scorching hands fall on my waist and grip my hips tightly, while his lips engaged in a battle with mine. His warm tongue dancing with mine, fighting for dominance.

My hands reached up to his hair and my fingers combed through it, pulling slightly, making him groan against my mouth. That simple sound sent an electrifying tingle down my spine, making me shiver and moan slightly.

His black locks were velvety smooth, like silky black sheets, waiting for you to touch them.

I waited for a snarky remark from my subconscious, telling me that I don't even know this man but she didn't say anything. It's like she disappeared completely when I kissed him.

At this point, I didn't care about the voice in my head, neither the people that were passing by from the small hallway.

His lips broke away from mine leaving me panting like crazy and made their way to my cheek. Leaving a hot trail of kisses from my cheek to my collarbone, brushing the tip of his nose against my skin, his mouth moved up to my ear and I could feel his hot breath prickling my skin.

"What's your name sweetheart ?" He spoke for the first time and I was shaken to my core, my eyes rolling back from the pleasure that my body and mind were experiencing.

His voice is as smooth and soft as silk, and at the same time as rough and cold as a stone. He sounds like an angel and a demon at the same time. How is that even possible?

I tried to speak up and answer his question but to no avail. It was like my brain stopped functioning, my mind was clouded with his intoxicating smell and I was left frowning with my mouth slightly open.

"How- Who ar- Wha-" I couldn't synchronize my brain's orders with my tongue and I was mumbling like an idiot. I could feel a strange sensation building in my lower abdomen, pleasure overpowering my senses and all I could think about was him.

Him. His eyes, his body, his scent, his hair, and even his clothes that clung to him. Images of me and him making out and fucking, popped up in my mind. It seemed so familiar and so real, like a distant memory. But I had never met this man before, let alone have sex with him.

Trying to push these thoughts back where they came from, I untangled my fingers from his silky hair and gripped his shoulders, trying to resist what my body clearly craved. The knot in my stomach tightened more and I felt like I was going to explode any second now. A soft moan left my lips and I dug my fingernails into his expensive suit, as he started sucking and licking the tender spot under my ear. The back of my head tingled and itched.

I couldn't think straight as pictures of this man completely overwhelmed my mind. I felt intoxicated, drugged. Did he drug me? Is his cologne a chemical or something like that?

"Did- Did you-" I tried so hard to think straight for a second but when his head rose from my neck and his mesmerizing eyes looked at mine, I lost focus again. His hand started moving from my waist, never leaving my body as he felt every bone of my ribcage, the curve of my breast, my collarbone, and then my neck. His long fingers curled around my neck exactly where my jaw ended, slightly choking me while maintaining eye contact with me. His magical blue orbs turned into a beautiful navy blue, almost black, as they pierced through mine and I could feel the last bit of control I had, slipping away.

All of a sudden, his hand tightened around my neck and he pushed me backward, smashing me against the wall of the dark hallway, growling at my face. I grunted and whined as I feel a stabbing pain in my lower back and my eyes closed at the impact, breaking the intimate eye contact with the beautiful creature in front of me.

Is he bipolar or something?

The knot in my stomach untied itself slowly and I breathed in deeply from my mouth. My shoulders relaxed a bit and I attempted to think straight again, collecting my thoughts. I tried to stay on my feet as I gripped his shoulders tightly.

It felt like life was being knocked inside my body forcefully, as I breathed in and out rapidly, calming myself down slowly.

I kept my eyes closed, taking sharp, quick breaths, while he pressed his body on mine, pinning me to the wall so I couldn't move. I knew that if I looked at him, I would probably lose my shit again. His gaze was so intimidating and distracting. I finally found the strength in me to talk and that's when all the questions formed in my mind, clawing their way out of my lips, begging to be answered.

"Who..are ..you ?" I spoke up, struggling to form even a single word, my voice barely a whisper. My eyes remained shut while I steadied my breathing. My hands were still on his shoulders, doing all the work of keeping me steady because my legs were basically useless at this point.

No answer.

He squeezed once my neck and then his hand relaxed, as his body moved away from mine, leaving me leaning to the wall for support. My legs started to tremble more when the warm feeling evaded my body, and the coldness of the room made my body shake and shiver.

He's definitely bipolar.

Even though I couldn't see him I could sense the heat radiating from his body as he took a step back. And that's about the only thing that gave away his presence. He was deadly quiet. I couldn't hear his breathing nor his steps.

All I could hear was my own ragged breathing and my heart beating a million times a minute.

Deciding to check if he's indeed still here, I took a deep breath and stood up straight, fixing my posture as I slowly opened my eyes, dropping my gaze to my black leather heels, refusing to look at him in case he tries to do that thing with his eyes again. I spotted his shiny, black shoes inches away from mine and I was kind of relieved that he didn't leave.

Don't ask me why... I don't even know.

"Who are you? What's your name?" I asked again, more sure of my voice this time. He remained silent again. "What's wrong? You shallowed your tongue?" I asked him with a little sass lingering on my voice and a small smile made its way to my lips, eager to hear his angelic voice again.

I raised my gaze slowly and carefully, my eyes traveling up his muscular body. Trying really hard not to look at his beautifully sculptured face, I focused my attention on the little skin showing from the unbuttoned shirt, watching his gold chain glisten.

"You can call me Lucifer." My eyes snapped up to his at the sound of his voice and I noticed that his eyes were back to the mesmerizing ocean blue. I mentally slapped myself for making eye contact with him again and I waited for the burning feeling to consume me.

But it never did. Hmm, maybe now that I know his name and the mystery man is not a mystery anymore then I-

Wait, did he say Lucifer?

I opened my mouth to say something but a giggle left my lips. I tried not to laugh when he raised an eyebrow, maintaining his stone-cold expression.

"I'm sorry what ?" I might have devoured a lit bit too much tequila tonight, so I asked him for confirmation that I indeed heard him right. He looked unfazed for a second and then in a blink of an eye his demeanor changed completely, a smile forming on his beautiful, plump lips and my jaw fell to my ankles.

His smile was captivating. If you only watched his mouth, his smile was angelic, like God crafted it himself. But if you watched how his dimples formed and how his dangerous eyes glistened mischievously when he smiled, then you could assume that the Devil worked his magic. Cynical.

Oh my sweet Queen..., my subconscious jumped in.

Your sweet wha-

"Yeah, I get that a lot." He chuckled and his smile widened a little showing his pearly whites. I made a weird sound and then I was left speechless, gaping at his incredible smile, watching his lips move slowly while he spoke up again. Definitely created by the Devil. "Lucifer King. That's my name. And no, no it's not a stage name. It's my real name."

I blinked repeatedly and closed my mouth, biting my inner cheek slightly. I studied his face for a second, noticing how handsome he looked now that he's relaxed and smiling. Two black strands of hair fell on his forehead giving him a sexy, messy look. His eyes were glistening with mischief as he smiled at me, making me forget about all the weird things that he has been doing to my body and my mind.

"Who on earth would name their child Lucifer?" I said raising my eyebrows in surprise, after contemplating if I should believe him or not.

"Well, technically He isn't on earth.." He trailed off humorously, referring to God whom if I remember correctly is the father of Lucifer, the fallen angel.

I snorted and rolled my eyes at his lame joke.

"Well if you're Lucifer, I'm Tinkerbell. It's a pleasure to meet you." I extended my hand forwards and smiled sheepishly at him.

Tequila entered the chat.

His smile faltered a little and turned into a smirk. His eyes darkened and narrowed, looking at me through his lashes. He took two small steps towards me and reached for my hand.

"The pleasure is all mine, Tink." He whispered the last part and I barely caught it over the muffled music from the club. When his hand grasped mine, hundreds of electrifying tingles run through my body and I gasped loudly, looking down at our joined hands.

Tequila left the chat.

With one quick flick of his wrist, he had me smashing against his rock hard body and I immediately raised my hand to steady myself, placing it on his chest. I could feel his muscles flexing under my palm when he moved his hand to place it on my hip.

I looked up at him as his strong thigh made his way in between my legs and he took a step forward, forcing me to take one back. I could feel my lower parts rub against his thigh as he walked and I whimpered at the touch. Two more steps and I was pinned against the wall with his knee still in between my legs, flush against me.

The heat radiating from his body engulfed me and I welcomed it, fluttering my eyes shut and sighing slightly. Opening my eyes again, I started moving my hand feeling his hard chest against my soft palm. I felt his hand slipping away from mine and making its way to the curve of my waist, going south and resting it against my ass. I raised mine to his face, palming his soft cheek, my thump caressing his cheekbone.

He looked taken aback by my action, his eyes being clouded by confusion. I felt as if I could see straight through him. After a few seconds, he shook his head slightly and blinked away the uncertainty.

He leaned down and placed his lips on mine softly, taking my lower lip in and sucking it slightly. I was instantly turned on and I kissed him back with much more force, grabbing the back of his neck with my other hand and bringing him even closer.

People passed us in the hallway while we were making out like sex-deprived animals. He was feeling every inch of my body, his fingers curling around every curve. It's like he wanted to memorize my figure.

Forgetting all about our previous encounter, my hand resting on his chest started making its way to his abs feeling every single one of them and then I rested it on his belt, curling my two fingers around it and tugging him forward. My teasing caused a delicious groan to escape his lips and in an instant, his hand is traveling up my inner thigh, diving inside my short dress. I gasped when I felt his hot palm cupping me between my legs and when his fingers moved my red lacy panties to the side, a flame ignited inside my core.

His enormous body was hiding my small frame from the people passing by when I heard a familiar voice calling my name.

"Eli?" It said in disbelief. My eyes widened and I froze on my spot, detaching my mouth from Lucifer's and looking down in horror at Blake's voice coming from behind this huge beast. I could sense his eyes looking down on me, burning holes on my chest that's moving up and down like crazy because of my rapid breathing.

As soon as I heard Blake's voice I felt like being punched in the gut by reality.

"Ye-Oh fuck" When I tried to speak I felt a scorching hot finger slide against my, what I assumed were wet, folds and I cursed under my breath, hoping Blake couldn't see or hear me. I gripped his hand tightly and attempted to remove it from the inside of my dress but he was too strong. I dug my nails on his wrist hard and he detached his hand from my entrance with one last stroke making me bite my cheek to hold back a moan.

I stepped beside him and raised my gaze to see a confused and disappointed Blake looking at the scene unfolding in front of him.

"El?" He said and his face fell completely, seeming hurt. I watched him with regret in my eyes as he took a step back, shaking his head slightly.

So judgemental..., my subconscious mockingly trailed off.

"Hi, Blake," I said softly and fidgeted with my fingers, embarrassed by the fact that one of my best friends just caught me making out with a stranger.

"Hi, Blake," Lucifer said sarcastically and a little irritated from behind me as he circled his firm hand around my waist, making me stumble back and lean on his hard torso.

Oh my...

Blake watched his every movement but chose to ignore him, looking back at me. He seemed angry, hurt, and betrayed.

What a naive boy, my subconscious commented.

"You were absent for too long and I was worried something might have happened... so I came searching for you" He spoke up and his frown deepened." But I see that's not the case"

I felt the shame burning my cheeks.

"I-ah... I came to-Um-" I was struggling to find the right words to explain the situation but Lucifer butted in.

"Well, I and Eli were catching up a little. Haven't seen her in a long time." He lied without stuttering, not even once like he has done it a hundred times. I span my head to look up at him and he continued. "In fact, we were about to head back to my place so we can talk without having to yell over the music."

My eyes widened at his words and he looked down at me, a soft smile playing on his lips. His eyes were a dark shade of red, flames burning around his pupil. My heart skipped a beat as I watched the fiery red orbs burn holes inside my mind and suppressing my will.

"Right El?" My nickname rolled off his tongue like honey and I shuddered.

I wanted to protest, to scream, and run away from him as fast as I could, but his eyes told me a different story.

"Aah yes. Yes, we were!" I said and a big grin planted itself on my face as I looked back to Blake, any thoughts about escaping him vanishing into thin air. Blake stood there, clearly confused and angry as he listened to my answer.

"You know this man, Eli? From where?" He spoke up, doubt laced in his voice. He frowned again and crossed his arms, biceps flexing underneath the white fabric.

"Yes, I know him. His dad works at our hotel in Athens. He's good friends with my dad and I'm a friend of his son." I smiled sweetly at Blake, lying easily like I practiced this line over a thousand times.

This is gonna be good, my subconscious said.

Not now, Eli.

"Go grab your stuff and meet me at the exit, El. Don't take too long." Lucifer said and winked at me. As he walked away, he turned his head towards me and caught my eyes. His dark eyes turned blood red for a millisecond again, before returning to the usual ocean blue.

Without even questioning it, I grabbed Blake by his bicep and dragged him towards the dance floor so we can go back to our stand. He didn't say a word while we made our way back. Once we reached the stand, I grabbed my purse, my phone, and my jacket and looked for my friends.

"Where are you going? You're leaving?" Christine spoke up when she saw me collecting my things. I immediately smiled brightly at her and leaned into her ear, whispering something that she's been waiting to hear for over a year.

We had this phrase from Harry Potter, which meant that we were going home with a stranger and we were going to text each other the address so if something happened to one of us, the other knew where we were. She has said it at least four times in the last two years when on the other hand I only said it once.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," I whispered and winked at her, grinning like an idiot at my best friend. Her eyes widened and she gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.

"No way! Esy, h Eliana Hatzi, tha pas na pidixteis me enan agnosto? poios einai? deikston mou!" She yelled excitedly, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me violently. (No way! You, Eliana Hatzi, are going to sleep with a stranger? Who is he? Show me!)

"Nai tha pao! Me perimenei ekso kai exo argisei idi. Tha sou steilo tin dieuthinsi! Filakia!" I greeted my friend quickly and waved to a still confused Blake and an irritated Elliot. What is up with them? (Yes I am! He's waiting for me outside and I'm already late. I'll text you the address. Kisses!)

I heard a faint "have fun" as I turned around to leave.

I speed-walked towards the exit, forcing my body through the sweaty dancers, not caring if I hit anyone while doing so. I was so excited to see him again, my heartbeat incrising by the second. When I stepped out of the club, my eyes scanned the crowd and I spotted him leaning on a marvelous shiny black Lamborghini Sian with silver details and black tinted windows.

My mouth fell open and hit the ground at the sight of this beauty. I gaped at this mesmerizing and powerful masterpiece and took slow steps towards it. This car's price can reach up to 4 million euros and don't get me started on its maintenance.

Who are you, Lucifer King?

"I see you like my car... Eli" He blew out smoke from his mouth and I now noticed that he was smoking. I shivered at the way he said my name, tasting it but my eyes returned to the car, my hand reaching to touch the hood. Cold hard metal against my skin, my hand slowly sliding down, hugging the curve of the hood.

"Are you kidding me? That's a Lamborghini Sian, one of the fanciest and most expensive cars ever made. And I'm touching one, in real life!" I said as my face split into a huge grin as I leaned against the car beside him and took the cigarette from his hand, inhaling a puff of smoke.

His hand was stuck in the air, and I looked up at him, blowing the smoke towards his face, but the strong cold wind, blew it away.

He looked so intrigued and confused. For a minute there, he let his guard down as he let a small smirk play on his lips. He gazed down at my lips, looking fascinated by the cigarette, and then looked up at my eyes again.

"I got myself a feisty one, didn't I?" He smirked down at me and snatched the cigarette away from my lips.

I nodded, looking at his eyes with my droopy ones. My mind was foggy and I couldn't think about anything at all besides him. It's like my mind was empty and I simply smiled up at him, waiting for something.