Page 49 of The Library

Lilith:We need to talk. Seriously this time.

I smirk, tossing my phone back onto the counter.Of course, we do, Lilith.The last time we “talked,” she was on her knees, my cock buried deep in her throat, and laying on my bed while I fucked her virgin pussy, submitting to me like the good girl I knew she would be. But this time? This time it’s different. I can sense it in the tone of her message. She’s seeking more, grappling with truths she’s not yet ready to face.

She’s starting to piece it together, isn’t she? My life, the things I’ve done—the bodies I’ve buried, both figuratively and literally. She wants to understand the darkness that surrounds me, the blood that stains my hands. But what she doesn’t realize yet is that Iamthe darkness she’s drawn to. Iamthe devil she’s more than willing to let consume her.

A thrill courses through me at the thought of her curiosity, her need to dig deeper. She’s dancing on the edge of a cliff, and I’m the one coaxing her to jump. She thinks she wants answers, but she has no idea what she’s asking for. I’ll give her just enough to pull her in further, to make sure there’s no escape. She’s already too far gone to turn back now.

And then there’s the part of her that’s still so naive, still convinced there’s more to this than control, power, lust. Shewants to see some semblance of humanity in me, to find something to cling to.How adorable.She doesn’t know yet that the only thing she’ll find is a man who will take everything from her, leaving her utterly broken and still begging for more.

Yes, Lilith,I think to myself,we do need to talk.But she won’t like what she hears. Or maybe she will, because once she knows the truth, she’ll never be able to run from it. She’ll crave the darkness like she craves me. She’ll realize there’s no turning back.

The irony is, she’s already mine. She admitted it when she whispered my name like a fucking prayer while fucking herself as soon as she got home. I knew she wouldn’t be satisfied with just being fucked half way gently, I knew exactly what I was doing when I let her to go home. She can try to fight it all she wants, but every time she caves to that desire, she becomes more entangled in my world—my power. She’s already surrendered.

Now, she wants answers.

Answers I’m not sure she’s ready for.

I stare at the phone, contemplating how I want to handle her. Lilith thinks she’s in control, thinks she can confront me on her terms. But I know better. She wants to know about my family. About the Society. About the trail of bodies I’ve left behind, each one more justified than the last. She wants to know the man she’s letting inside her, inside her life and her beautiful pussy, the man she’s becoming addicted to. But what she doesn’t understand yet is that it’s too late for answers.

She’s already too far gone.

I let the tension simmer, deciding not to reply just yet. Let her stew, let her wonder. The push and pull only make her want me more. But before I can put the phone down, it buzzes again. I glance at the screen, expecting another message from Lilith, but it’s not her.

It’s a text from one of my father’s associates.

UNKNOWN:We need you for a job. Tonight.

Fuck. The timing couldn’t be worse, but the Society doesn’t care about timing. When they call, you answer. My father’s made that clear since I was old enough to understand what our family does. And when they demand something, there’s no room for hesitation. You show up. You deliver. Or you die.

I shove the phone into my pocket, standing up from the bar stool. There’s no time to indulge Lilith’s questions right now. She’ll have to wait. Duty calls.

This job is delicate—clean, surgical. It requires precision, the kind of precision only someone like me can deliver. Someone crossed a line, betrayed the wrong people. That’s how it always is. Some poor bastard gets a taste of power, thinks he’s untouchable, invincible, until the Society reminds him otherwise. The moment they step out of line, they’re nothing but a loose thread, one that needs to be snipped before it unravels everything. And that’s where I come in—swift, merciless, the last thing they’ll ever see. It’s not personal. It’s never personal. But it’s always final.

I grab my jacket, the familiar weight of the blade in my inner pocket settling against me like a second skin. The same blade I’ve used for years, the one that’s ended lives for reasons that hardly matter anymore. But tonight, it’s not just the blade. I reach for my gun, sliding it into the holster beneath my jacket. The cold steel feels like an extension of me, ready for whatever the night has in store. Lilith’s been wondering what I do when I’m not with her, and tonight… Tonight she found out what kind of man I really am.

I ride through the city on my black Ducati Diavel, sleek and powerful, its engine purring beneath me like a beast waiting to be unleashed. The bike is more than just a machine; it’s an extension of me, dark and dangerous, built for speed andcontrol. Every twist of the throttle feels like a reminder of the power I wield, both on the road and in life.

The Society isn’t just a network of powerful men; it’s a machine, a force that operates beneath the surface of everything. It controls politics, wealth, power—hell, it controls the very foundation of the world as most people know it. And I’m one of its sharpest gears, turning in the shadows, pulling strings no one even knows exist.

Most of my work revolves around control—manipulating assets, acquiring leverage, removing obstacles. The Society’s influence is vast, insidious, woven into the fabric of everything from corporate empires to government regimes. But sometimes, those obstacles aren’t just business deals or loose ends. Sometimes, they’re human. And when that happens, the only solution is blood. Cold, calculated, and necessary.

The Society doesn’t tolerate weakness, and it doesn’t leave loose threads. We’re the guardians of an order that no one sees, and I’m the one who ensures it remains unbroken.

The target tonight? An old associate of my father’s. He made the mistake of trying to broker deals behind our backs, and the Society doesn’t forgive betrayal. When I get there, he’ll beg for his life, and I’ll silence him before the words even leave his mouth.

My father groomed me for this—killing without hesitation, without guilt. It’s in my blood. And I’ve accepted it. But Lilith… She doesn’t know the half of it. She’s seen glimpses, but she’s far from understanding the scope of what I’m capable of. And yet, I see that spark in her, the one that wants to embrace the darkness in me. She’s more like me than she realizes, and it’s that hungerthat draws her to me. She wants the power, the control. She wants me to drag her into hell.

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I pull up to the warehouse, the same place that’s seen more bloodshed than anyone could ever comprehend. But tonight, as I step off my motorcycle, I spot Ty leaning against the entrance, his usual cocky smirk plastered across his face. He’s early for once. I walk toward him, the familiar weight of my blade and gun settling in my pockets, the cool night air brushing against my skin.

“Well, well, well,” Ty drawls, pushing off the wall and swaggering toward me. “What’s with you tonight? You’re in a good mood for once. You fuck someone or what?”

I glance at him, giving nothing away, just a slight smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth.

Ty’s eyes widen, and he throws his head back, laughing. “Ohhh shit, it’s that girl from the Halloween party, isn’t it? Lilith or whatever her name is?” He slaps me on the shoulder, shaking his head, still grinning like an idiot. “Man, I hope the poor girl’s okay. I know how you are in bed. Fuck, you probably wrecked her, didn’t you?”

I just smirk again, still not giving him the satisfaction of a response, but I know he’s not wrong. Ty’s seen enough to know the truth, even if I don’t say it out loud.

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