Chapter 24

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CHAPTER 24

#unedited…

Lily's breath caught as Lucifer's fingers brushed over the faint mark on her cheek.

Her throat went dry. She tried to look away, but Lucifer's grip on her chin "It really was just an accident," she lied,

Lucifer tilted his head slightly, his gaze burning into hers with that knowing smirk tugging at his lips, as if he could hear the way her heart pounded. "Don't fucking lie to me, little doll," he murmured . His fingers tightened around her jaw, not enough to hurt, .

Her pulse hammered. "Lucifer…" she started, but he cut her off.

He let go of her face only to grip her waist instead, pulling her flush against him,.

"Just tell me the name," he demanded.

She licked her lips, hesitating.

Lucifer's gaze dropped to her mouth, his eyes darkening with something even more dangerous.

"Lily." His voice was a slow. "I won't ask again."

Fuck.

"Rose," she finally admitted

Lucifer's jaw flexed as he exhaled slowly, his patience hanging by a fucking thread. His dark eyes roamed over Lily's face, lingering on the faint mark on her cheek like it personally offended him.

"Who the fuck is Rose?" His voice was deep, smooth.

She swallowed, feeling the heat of his body pressing against hers, his strong hands keeping her exactly where he wanted her.

"She's…" Lily hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "She's a girl who joined our school recently. She comes from money, one of those spoiled princesses who think the world revolves around them.She just slapped me," she protested, trying to keep her tone light, "It was stupid. Just a petty thing."

"A slap isn't stupid!".

"Lucifer, listen,I don't want you to get involved. She's not worth it."

He laughed, but it was devoid of humor. "Not worth it? You've got to be fucking kidding me. You're worth everything. You are my woman ".His expression softened for just a moment before hardening again.

"What I want is for you to trust me," she replied.

"You don't realize how much I want to protect you," he murmured. "You drive me crazy, Lily. You bring out something in me that I didn't even know existed."

"I know," she breathed, taking in the way his black eyes darkened with every word, "But right now, I need you to trust me. Just this once."

"Trust you? Damn it, Lily," he growled,

"it's not that easy for me. Not when I see that mark on your cheek."

"You need to understand that I won't tolerate anyone hurting you," he said "If it means getting my hands dirty, I will. For you."

"Good, I don't want you to think you can always control everything. Sometimes you need to let things go, even when it's hard."

"You know me better than that, little doll," he murmured, his fingers grazing the side of her neck, "I don't do forgiveness. And I sure as fuck don't let things slide when it comes to you."

Her lips parted, but before she could say anything, Lucifer's hand slid into her hair, yanking her head back.

Then his mouth crashed down on hers.

The kiss was brutal, he kissed her like he needed to mark her, own her, like he was pouring every bit of his fury into her lips.

When he finally pulled back, his breathing was ragged, His thumb traced over her lower lip.

Lily's breathing hitched as he leaned in again, his lips brushing over hers, .

Lucifer finally released her, his eyes lingering on her lips for just a second before he stepped back.

He turned, his silhouette sharp against the setting sun.Before he walked out, he glanced at her over his shoulder.

★

"Good evening, Miss," they greeted in unison.

"Is Young Master in his room?" she demanded.

The butler hesitated before responding, "No, Miss. He is in his study room."

She reached the heavy double doors and pushed them open without knocking.And then she froze.

Her breath hitched, eyes widening as she took in the sight before her

His chest was bare, wet and , his damp hair tousled as if he had just stepped out of the shower. A pair of hanging black trousers clung to his hips, exposing the hard lines of his abs, the deep V that dipped beneath the waistband. Fuck.

Heat rushed to her cheeks, and she bit her lip, trying to steady her breathing.

Liam, however, didn't share her reaction. His head snapped toward her, and his expression darkened immediately.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he growled, "And don't you know how to fucking knock before barging into my room?"

The sharpness of his tone cut through her, but she masked her hurt with anger.

"You…" she started, her fists clenching. "Liam, I am your girlfriend, but instead, you shamelessly proposed to another girl in front of me" Her voice cracked at the end, and tears burned behind her eyes.

"Who the fuck told you that you're my girlfriend?" he asked coldly.

Rose's breath caught in her throat. "Liam… you can't be serious. I love you will all my heart but..."

"If you don't have anything useful to say, then get the fuck out."

Her heart screamed. How could he be so fucking heartless?.

"You don't even know who she is, I tried to dig up everything about her, but guess what? Nothing."

"All I found out was that her parents died, and she's just some cheap slut sleeping around for a rich life."

She didn't see him move.

All she felt was the force of his hand slamming around her throat, shoving her back against the wall.

Hard.

She gasped, her hands clawing at his wrist, eyes widening in shock.

"Say that again," he dared.Her breath hitched. His fingers pressed just a little harder.

"You think I don't know how expensive her school fees are?" he murmured, "You think I haven't thought about how impossible it is for a middle-class girl to afford it?"

"But let me tell you one thing, Rose," he continued it "I don't give a fuck.".

"Do you know why?" he whispered, leaning in, his breath fanning against her trembling lips.

"Because," he murmured, "I love her and I don't care about her past life."

"If you ever, and I mean ever, mention a single fucking word about her again, I won't hesitate to fucking kill you."

★

He leaned back in his chair, A cigarette rested between his fingers, His other hand rested on the desk, fingers idly tapping against the polished wood,

His jaw was tight, his black eyes unreadable.

"It was Rose… She slapped me."

A muscle ticked in his jaw. That little bitch dared to lay hands on her? On his woman?

He grabbed his phone and dialed. The number on the screen flashed Headmaster.

The call barely rang twice before a nervous voice picked up.

"S-Sir Alexander G Good evening, sir!"

Lucifer exhaled, dragging in a slow breath from his cigarette.

The principal swallowed audibly. "Good evening sir"

"You know why I'm calling."

Silence.

"I, Sir, if there's been an issue, I assure you—"

Lucifer chuckled, but there was no humor. "An issue?" "That's what you call it when a pathetic, useless brat slaps my woman in your fucking school?"

"I-I didn't know"

"You didn't know?"

Lucifer let out a quiet hum, tapping the ash from his cigarette into a crystal tray. "Then tell me, Connors… What exactly is your purpose in that school if you don't know what the fuck happens in your own halls?"

The principal stammered. "S-Sir, I—

I'll take immediate action!"

Lucifer's grip on the phone tightened, but his voice remained eerily controlled.

"S-Sir, please, I'll personally handle it! I'll give her detention—"

"Detention?" he muttered

The principal must have realized his mistake because he immediately backtracked. "N-No! I mean s-suspension! Y-Yes, I'll suspend her!"

Lucifer tilted his head, staring at the smoke drifting from his cigarette.

"You don't get it, do you?"

"I don't give a fuck about your school policies. I don't give a fuck about your procedures.."

"By tomorrow morning, I want her gone."

The principal gasped. "S-Sir, you mean"

"Expelled."

The principal panicked. "Sir! Expulsion is serious! Her family, her future.I..I can't just "

Lucifer slammed his palm onto the desk, the force making the crystal glass shake.

"By sunrise, she's out. Or I'll personally ensure that your school doesn't see another fucking semester. If that girl is still enrolled by the time I check tomorrow, I won't just shut down your fucking school."

The principal let out a broken sob. "I understand! Please! I swear, she'll be gone!"

"Good boy."

With that, he ended the call, tossing the phone onto the desk with a satisfied hum.

The Next Morning

Lily yawned tiredly, rubbing her eyes as she trudged downstairs, still half.asleep. Her fine clothes were slightly rumpled from sleep, and her hair cascaded down her back in loose waves.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mixing with the faint smell of expensive cologne and morning dew.

Lucifer was already up. Of course he was.

He sat at the grand dining table, looking impeccable as always dressed in a crisp black shirt with the first few buttons undone, his sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal his veined, muscular forearms as he casually flipped through the newspaper, one hand holding his coffee cup with effortless elegance.

Lily blinked at him, still drowsy. How could someone look so put together this early?

Lucifer's lips curled slightly when he noticed her.

"Good morning, little thing."

Lily blushed lightly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Good morning..." she mumbled, her voice still laced with sleep.

Lucifer smirked and patted his thigh, his palm resting on the expensive fabric of his tailored pants.

"Come."

Lily's breath hitched, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. Her eyes darted around the room. The butlers and maids were all present, setting the table and going about their tasks, but none of them dared to look directly at Lucifer.

Or at her.

They knew better.

Swallowing hard, she stepped closer hesitantly before finally perching herself on his lap. Her fingers instinctively gripped his shirt as she tried not to meet anyone's gaze.

Lucifer's arms wrapped around her waist possessively, his warmth seeping through the thin fabric of her dress. He was always like this pulling her in, keeping her close.

The staff moved about as if nothing was happening.

But no one said a word.

Lily, still blushing, bit her lip. "L-Lucifer… people are staring..." she whispered.

He chuckled softly, his fingers tracing slow circles on her hip.

"And? Let them."

Lucifer took a slow sip of his coffee, his other hand idly playing with a strand of her hair.

"You sleep well?" he murmured against her temple.

She nodded, though the heat on her face refused to fade. "Mhm…"

Her brows furrowed. "For what?"

He tilted his head slightly, studying her. His gaze was intense, unreadable.

"I'm dropping you off this week."

Lily's eyes widened in shock. "W-What, what of Damien?"

Lucifer calmly turned a page in the newspaper. "I'm free," he said simply. "So I'll be taking you to school myself."