Lucifer's Captive Bride
The city glow hit the planes of his jaw, making him look like he’d been carved out of the night itself.
“Call me Midnight,” he said.
His voice was low, carrying a weight that made her skin prickle. “And I know exactly who you are, Lila. I know you touch yourself every night. I know you lie here imagining a stranger who comes in and tells you what to do. I know what you crave when nobody is looking.”
He leaned against the wall, his gaze dropping from her face to the glistening toy still inside her. His eyes didn’t waver. There was no shame in his look, only a terrifyingly calm observation.
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