Embrace Of The Lucifer

Chapter 51

Before she could apprehend, she was thrown inside the bedroom and she heard the door being locked.

August gulped, swallowing the fear that was rising inside her. She was terrified to look behind her

because she knew he was standing. He was standing right behind her. She knew the moment she

would turn around; his cold eyes will confront hers. The fear would be so intense that she would not be

able to move. She would want to run for the door, but the door was locked. She would be thrown inside

again by the Devil who was ready to assault her anytime he desired.

So, she didn't turn around. She didn't look behind, instead, she stared out the window that was right

beside the bed. The bedroom was astonishing, it was massive, more than 500 square feet. That was

the biggest bedroom she had ever laid her eyes on. The sheets were painted with navy blue and white

shade, the blanket was lying peacefully on top of the bedsheets and the two pearly white pillows were

resting on the head of the bed. She could tell by just looking at the bed that it wasn't touched for a long

time but it was clean, the bedsheet was so precise as if someone had just ironed it. Her eyes laid on

the flowers on every flower vase she could spot in the room.

Purple orchids.

She loved orchids. She loved purple orchids. And Lucifer knew that, he had his men almost buy the

entire flower shop for those purple orchids. Every flower vase had orchids beautifully decorated and

placed in them. The walls around her weren't plain cream-white tincture, it was colored with light baby

blue. She loved light colors. She loved colors that would brighten up the room, August believed bright

colors bring happiness in the house, in the bedrooms, in a person's life. So, she looked around, trying

to find a tad little happiness that might be hiding somewhere in the edges of the room but she found

none. Because her happiness didn't exist in that room, it didn't exist in Lucifer's life, her tormentor's life

who had only tormented her in the past and she perceived his torments wasn't coming to an abrupt

stop. He brought her to his penthouse so that he could carry on his torment without anyone

acknowledging his actions.

Perhaps, he was never bothered about others finding out about his affliction in August. Who would risk

their life by standing against Lucifer Knight?

But August didn't want to give in to him. She wanted to save her dignity. She viewed Lucifer as nothing

but a heartless monster. An atrocious and outrageous man who would go to any extent to get what he

wanted. Lucifer was wrong if he thought he could get his way with August, even by forcefully bringing

her to his penthouse. At least, that was what August was thinking. The misconception was, was

Lucifer's barrier that easy to pass for August?

She closed her eyes and rotated her body and came to an abrupt stop when she acknowledged where

he could be standing still. She didn't look up when her eyes opened. Her body was shuddering badly

and she began to take a few steps back. The bedroom was massive and it had enough space for her to

run away from him and run to the opposite side. But where else she could run? The door was locked

and Lucifer was standing before her.

"Look at me, August." His hoarse voice spoke. She obeyed and looked up at him and she wished she

didn't. He was standing in front of her in nothing but a pair of boxers. She gasped in surprise and her

hand involuntarily went to her mouth muffling the loud astonished gasps that were eager to leave her

mouth. To say she was scared would be an understatement, she felt like the world had lost its normalcy

in privacy as if there was no privacy in the world, she lived in. Or maybe Lucifer didn't want any privacy

in his world with August.

He took long strides towards her; she took a few steps back. He got angry and grabbed her arms

tightly. She flinched and clawed at his hands, trying her best to pry his grip off of her. But he didn't

budge. August's fear grew in ever passing seconds, her body wanted to give up on her, her legs were

going weak and if her tormentor didn't have a stronghold on her, she would've fallen onto the floor. Her

fear turned into anxiety and her anxiety turned into a great agony when her mind couldn't speculate

Lucifer's upcoming actions anymore. That was until he spoke up.

"Stop running away from me, August. You will only bring hazard on you." He was right. August's

continuous effort of getting away from him was only infuriating him more. Her gaze fell onto his half-

naked body. She had never seen him with only in boxer before, she had never seen him like that in that

close direction. She saw how his muscles flexed when his grip was tightening at her every movement.

His shoulders were broad, his legs were long and well-muscled. His well-built body was often visible

through the clothes, but at his seminude state, his body was more definite. She looked down on his

body and looked straight at his stomach. She frowned in confusion when a big grim scar was spotted

by her. It was ragged but visible, it looked like an old wound like someone had slashed his skin ages

ago but the scar never left his body. It was livid and large transversal.

How did he get this scar?

Her curious mind questioned. Lucifer followed her gaze on his abdomen and clenched his teeth

together. He squeezed his eyelids together and open them, it was fortunate that August wasn't staring

at him, his eyes portrayed the decades-old anger and agony. The gaze he had on August would've

scared anyone who would be seeing those icy cold grey eyes. When he perceived August's eyes

weren't looking away, he pulled her towards him and their body smashed against each other. He

gripped her jaw in a tight hold and fisted her hair with the other hand. A scream of pain left her mouth

when he aggressively pulled on her hair; her head tilted on the back. Lucifer's orbs fell on her neck

where the mark was visible. He smirked in victory.

Now, everyone would know you belong to me August.

He loosened his hold on her and threw her on the bed. She instantly crawled away from him and sat on

the edge of the bed with her knees against her chest and her arms wrapped around her knees. She

was terrified of Lucifer; how could someone be as heartless as him? She was afraid he was going to

put his immoral hands on her body again, against her will. But instead of moving close to her, he

walked to the bedside window and shut the curtains, he repeated with all the other windows and

walked back to the bed.

"Relax August. I'm not planning to do anything with you yet." He chuckled. She was so petite and

fragile for him, the way she curled up herself in a ball away from him, it only amused him.

"I'm assuming you are just as fatigued as I am. So, I suggest you go to sleep. You have a long day

ahead." He said and pulled her down on the bed in a position where she could lie down comfortably.

But she wasn't comfortable, not when he was around her. She looked at him with fear written all over

her face.

Is he serious? How could he think I will sleep anywhere near him?

He lied down beside her and covered their bodies with a comforter. He knew August was cold, her

body wouldn't stop shivering. The comforter would bring some warmth all over her body. He pulled her

small body to him and she immediately turned away from him. He chuckled lightly at her uneasiness

and didn't force her to look at him. Guess he could go one day without her looking at him if it meant the

back of the body would be pressed against his. His strong arm was tightly swaddled around her like

some sweaters.

Her bottom was pressed against his stomach, he felt it difficult to not bend her over the bed and have

his way with her but he was tired and so was she. Besides that, he wanted to wait. No, he didn't care

about her consent, he was going to have her by hook or by crook. He wanted to wait for the right where

he could make it special for both of them.

He wanted to give her so much pleasure that she had never encountered before. He would never let

any other man put their filthy hands on her. He gritted his teeth and held her tight.

No, she was his. Only his. And no one else would ever change it.

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An hour has passed when August was squeezed against Lucifer's hard body. She tried to move her

body out of his hold but every time she would move his hold only got stronger. So, she gave up trying

for a while. They had been on his bed for almost four hours, she had been struggling to get out of his

bed for an hour. She did try to go back to sleep but sleep never came along. While she was tightly held

against her oppressor, she began to plan her escape. She didn't know how she was going to do that,

but she was confident she would at least make one attempt to regain her freedom. The penthouse

wasn't that big, although his penthouse looked more ravish it was small compared to his other house.

She couldn't get to see how many guards could be outside, she only spotted a few maids working

inside the house, but they ignored her as if she didn't exist. Her mind wandered off to Caroline, she was

worried about her. August couldn't contact her for weeks and she knew Caroline would be expecting

her for Christmas which was in only a few weeks.

Lucifer Knight was a dangerous man, a vicious monster in disguise of flesh and blood. If she failed to

escape, he would compel her to see hell on the earth. All of a sudden, a flow of terror rose inside her

and she forced herself to demolish it inside her. If her fear came in between her and her escaping plan,

the chances of failure would be high. She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly. At the same

time, she felt Lucifer's grip loosened around her, she took it as a chance to slide away from him.

Luckily, she didn't wake him up. He was sleeping calmly.

Firstly, she walked into the bathroom and did her business in there. Standing before the sink, she

gazed at her reflection. She still looked tired. Her eye bags were in a darker shade, her lips were still

the natural pink but had the hue to paleness on them. Her hair was in a complete mess, she tried to

loosen her tangles with the help of his fingers which resulted in her hissing in pain every time she

would pull her hair accidentally. There wasn't even any hairbrush she could use so she gave up the

thought of fixing her hair.

August walked out of the bathroom and looked around the room. The bedroom was truly decorated

beautifully. It was massive!

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On her right side, there was a sectional sofa of thick black material and a few cushions kept precisely

on it. There was a round table in front of the sofa, and she spotted some of the papers were scattered

on it.

She usually never sneaked on anyone's things before, but since Lucifer's book had caught her

attention, she began to observe every single thing he had to inspect if she could find anything useful.

She picked up the papers and frowned. It wasn't a book neither was it any official file. There were some

writings on them. She bit her lip, thinking over and over if she should read them.

It looked like a poem to her as she read it out.

When she opened the door for me of my house for the first time,

The panic in her face was the evidence of the fear flooding out of her,

When her green emerald eyes met with my cold grey ones,

I knew she was mine.

When a tear slipped from her eyes and rolled down her flushed cheek,

when the air around us became thick and began to suffocate me,

I knew she was an awaiting predicament.

When for the first time I observed her in my doorway with a tray of food in her hands,

I knew who she was and what was her engagement.

When I conceded that the luxurious 500 square feet bedroom isn't enough for me to effuse the

vehemence.

I knew I needed assistance,

From her.

That solitary moment was all that took me to,

Fall over the edge,

All that took me to,

Fall for her.