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I squirm out of his embrace for a second time and spin around so he can see my find. "How's this?"
His gold eyes widen an inch, and a sly smile crossed his perfect lips. "Where was that when I was in there?"
"In the back," I shrug.
His smile widens another inch. "Yes, that will do perfectly."
I give him a sarcastic half-smile. "Only because my boobs will be spilling out."
"Indeed." He's grinning now. "Shall we get you dressed?"
I raise one eyebrow. "I have a choice?"
He smiles. "The easy way or the hard way."
"Easy." I don't even want to think of what the hard way might entail.
He reaches forward and grabs the dress from my hands, and I watch as he methodically unties the velvet laces in the back. A second later, he holds the dress out for me, opening the back and lowering it so I can step in. It looks like a tight fit, so I grip the edge of the armoire to steady myself as I slide one leg, then the other, in. He carefully pulls it up my body, pausing so I can slip my arms in the sleeves.
Another gentle tug and I'm nearly dressed. I hold the front of the dress to my chest as Lucifer steps around behind me to tie the back. There's quite a few silver hoops to be threaded, so I have to stand perfectly still for longer than I'd hoped.
It doesn't take too long, though. He pulls the ribbons through the last hoop and ties the off, tapping my shoulder to let me know he's finished. I drop my hands and spin around once. The skirt of the dress flares out a bit as I twirl, making me feel like a little girl again. Lucifer is grinning at me, though I'm sure it has to do more with the amount of cleavage showing than my childish freedom.
"Would you like to see?" he asks.
I nod, and he grips my hand and leads me to an enormous freestanding mirror framed by dark carved wood. He gently ushers me forward so I can see myself as a queen for the first time.
The woman in the mirror looks like me, but she's far too regal looking to actually beme. Her dress is perfectly fitted, hugging her every curve to perfection. The deep cut in the front of the dress barley contains her enormous chest, but the slender silver chains that hold the front together help a bit. Her soft hazel eyes are offset by the blacks and reds of the dress, her dark curls almost blending in with the fabrics.
Damn...I look good!
Lucifer steps up behind me and loops his arms around my waist. He pulls me back against him, pressing his cold chest against my bare shoulder blades. His lips caress my neck as he stares at me in the mirror.
"You look delicious," he whispers against my neck.
I tremble from his touch, but manage to regain my balance. "Thank you." I glance down at his ripped jeans, the only clothing he's wearing. "Nice of you to dress up."
He scowls softly at me in the mirror. "These are my good jeans."
I raise my brows. "Your good jeans?"
He shoots me a triumphant smile. "You should see my bad ones."
"No. I'm scared." I'm just barely able to hold back my smile.
He gives me a playful jerk against the waist. "I'll show you another time. Right now, we have to get going."
"Oh? And where are we off to?" I tease back and rock my hips so they grind against his abdomen.
He laughs softly in my ear. "No teasing. We have work to do."
His restriction prompts me to play. I swing my hips once more, savoring his soft groan. "Why not?"
"Because I'll toss you onto that bed, fuck you till you stop breathing, and ruin your dress." His voice is low, threatening yet irresistibly seductive.
Not a bad proposal...
He pulls away from me, cutting off my blossoming sexual fantasies. He is right, though. He's the king of Hell, so there must be tons of mundane things he has to do. Maybe the fuck-you-till-you-can't-breathe part should be saved for a later time.
His icy hand grips mine, gently tearing me away from the mirror, he leads me toward the elaborately carved door, opening it with so much grace and ease it almost seems impossible. He steps back, allowing me to pass through before him. He follows closely behind me, slamming the door closed behind us.
The monstrous hall is as empty as before. It's lighter now, with rays of warm sunlight pouring in from the glass panel ceiling. The flames in the sconces have been extinguished, and the arctic wind that usually owl through here have lessened a bit.
Lucifer steps up to me, then proceeds to lead me down the hallway.
"Where are we going exactly?" I ask distractedly.
"The main foyer. It's where all the important stuff happens."
I nod. "I didn't know there was so much bureaucracy here. I thought you died, got sentenced, and burned."
He laughs. "Well, yes. That's the main basis of things, but there is a form of paperwork. We have to keep track of who people are, why they're here, where they go. The usual read tape."
"You also seem very...diplomatic," I say quietly.
He turns to me cocking his head. "Me diplomatic? How so?"
"Well," I start, "I haven't seen you fly off then handle or incinerate anyone yet."
A dark smile crosses his lips. "Yet."
Well, he's got a point there.
"So what's on the schedule for today?" I try to divert his mind elsewhere.
"A whole list of things. I've got deals to make, meeting with royalty to arrange... And then there's your presentation."
Shit, I'd forgotten about that. Tonight is my official indoctrination into my place as Hell's queen. I'll be watched by every demon, damned soul and fallen angel in this place. My gut twists slightly, and I start praying to myself that I don't royally screw it up.
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