His Royal Breeder
I didn't want to be his next broken toy.
Lucifer reached out and gently rubbed my cheek with his thumb. His skin was warm, but it made me feel sick.
"No, you are wrong, Lilith," he said firmly. "You are special. You are not like any other woman I have ever met. I could never get bored of you."
Suddenly, a deep, strong voice came from the doorway.
"Father."
Lucifer stopped touching my face. We both turned to see a young man standing there. It was Dracula, Lucifer’s second son.