Page 11 of Under My Bed

"Kassie." I poked at his chest, trying to get his attention to no avail. "Kassie, don't leave me hanging. What do you mean by trapped? You move pretty freely last I checked."

Mumbling something under his breath, he shook his head at me before grabbing my face and bringing me up into a breathtaking kiss. Just like two days ago, I was frozen with shock at the sudden action. We haven't done anything like this since that one incident days ago.

Even after our little light-hearted conversation that night, we didn't exactly go in one direction or another. Kastoron was still a little asshole to me with his antics of taking my shit and hiding it, throwing things at me, knocking things over, jump scaring me, typical stuff for him at this point. Although, things between us have shifted a little in an odd direction. I mean, he kept up his antics, but he also became more present around me when I was home. He had no concept of personal space before, but now his presence felt more suffocating when he would crowd around me. Oh, and he actually showed his face around me now; no more hiding it with the shadows unless he was trying to give me a jump scare, but then the mask came off right after my reaction.

Either way, I still didn't know what to do in this stupid situation—one I never thought would happen again. Do I shove him away? Engage in the kiss? Was it even right for me to—fuck it.

Leaning in as much as I could, I eagerly returned the kiss with a shaky inhale through my nose. Now, I half expected him to pull away and disappear like last time, but he surprised me by grabbing my hips and pulling me flush against his body. Then, the feeling of something prodding at my lips had me gasping, letting whatever it was slip in.

Of course, just when things might get good, he pulls away. "What did you do to make yourself taste so alluring?" He groaned against my lips before running his long tongue against my bottom lip.

"Nothing… But why did you kiss me again?" I asked in a small voice as I struggled a bit against the shadow restraints.

I wanted so badly to hold him, place my hands on him, and explore every inch of it. He was huge, seven-foot-tall or so, with a muscular, athletic build that suited him quite well. Also, I'm pretty sure if he looked like some buffed-out gym rat, then he would actually look terrifying and menacing.

"I don't know. You were just too tempting." I couldn't tell if he was lying or not, but he sounded genuine enough. "And I let my curiosity and anger get the best of me."

"Curiosity? About what?" I pressed with interest. I mean, what could a demon like him even possibly be curious about? Especially if he was that old, shouldn't he know nearly everything by now?

Kastoron opened his mouth but quickly closed it and shook his head. "It's nothing. Forget about it." The lustful air around us quickly turned heavy as he leaned back and released me.

"Kastoron… You can tell me. And what you said before about being trapped, what did you mean by that?" Now that the feeling of his lips didn't cloud my mind, I could fully recall our little conversation from before.

Unfortunately, seems like I wouldn't be getting an answer. "It's nothing, forget this happened. Go back to making breakfast, and I expect you to actually eat a full meal to your heart's content like yesterday, or I will fuck up your day so bad that you'll be pulling that silvery hair out of anger." His stern words came out in a flurry before he disappeared completely, leaving me alone in the kitchen.

What is his problem?

12

Kastoron

1 week later

"You missed a spot."

A cry of frustration came from Stella, followed by a smack to the shower curtains. "Quit perving on me!"

"Well, if you didn't have such a delicious body, then I wouldn't." I teased with a chuckle before sneaking a shadow tendril under the curtain and up her leg. "You should take it as a huge compliment. I don't spend my time in the shower with any prey unless they're really worth it."

The only thing that would make it better was if I was actually in there with her to physically see and feel her luscious body in my rough hands. I wanted to feel every inch and burn it into my mind. Well, I could do that if I really wanted; not like she could stop me from throwing the curtain aside and joining her naked glory.

"Ugh!" The sound of water splashing followed the image of her figure stomping. "Kastoron! This isn't fair! You can't just touch me like this."

"Says who?" I retorted with a playful edge to my voice.

"It's my body, my choice, and it feels weird to be touched there." She replied with a soft whimper; no doubt her lips were in a pout right about now, too.

"I'm only touching your inner thighs. I gotta make sure my pillows are nice and clean." I didn't see what the big deal was because it wasn't as if I was touching her breasts or pussy.

"It's weird, don't touch my chubby thighs. They're disgusting." I hated how my gut twisted at how sad she sounded.

"Did I say they were disgusting? No, I didn't, so who did?" I asked, feeling a little peeved at the fact someone or something out there put such stupid thoughts in her mind.

"Growing up, a lot of people, particularly my family, always picked on me for being more on the chubby side and looking like a little roll." She replied in a hesitant voice.

A heavy sigh was heard from her before more words followed, "My family never gave me a break, from my parents to aunts, uncles, and cousins—nothing. Being anything over a hundred pounds in an Asian family and you get reamed on to no end. It was one of the reasons why I went extremely low contact with my family after I moved away for college and got a taste of a nontoxic environment." Her voice trailed off into some stupid mumblings about how she still heard people around her talk shit about her body.

Before I could stop myself, my body pushed itself off the bathroom counter and approached the shower, where my arm threw the curtain aside, startling Stella. "Kastoron!" She gasped, throwing her arms around herself and shying away from me. "Get out! I'm naked!"

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