Page 23 of In Love with the Devil

"No. Please, don't. Please."

"Yes. You unmasked me. Every fucking day you show me how much you want me. You don’t have to beg so hard, you know? I want you too.” He sucks on my breast again, harder, pulling a long moan out of me.

The tip of his fingers are right above my pussy, but they don't move farther. There's a part of me that needs him to go further down, but I hate that part of myself. “I don’t want you. You’re just hurting me.”

He ignores me. Short gasps keep coming out of me as my eyes roll back and close again, feeling the sucking and flicking, my body tensing. With the groans that come out of him, my clit thanks me for every stroke. Fuck. That insufferable ache takes over the inside of my pussy. It pulls a weeping from me. I fold my legs and open them, craving more, feeling the ending coming. It's frightening but I've never wanted anything this much.

“Julian.”

I’m met with more moans, and sucking which push me over the edge. My body coils with maximum tension until I'm quaking violently, until I stop breathing.

I explode.

My clit and insides push currents of pleasure through me, each flutter ripping a new loud moan out of me.

One of the ripples rolls all the way to my brain and warms it, followed by a strong relief. Nothing else matters. My butt jolts from the bed several times as the intense waves keep flushing through my body. Overwhelmed, and scared that this will not end, I can't help but scream. My hands are fisting the sheets when I dare open my eyes, staring at his painted face. I'm trembling like a leaf in the middle of winter, completely out of breath.

“That’s my perfect pretty bird.” Why do I feel beautiful when he calls me that? Their fake gentleness calms and soothes me. I can't believe I'm falling for them at all.

“You came before me, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

The shame drowns me. This is so disgusting. It’s sick. I don’t want to come like this, with him–for him. It’s just more proof that my mother was right. I’m just a cheap whore.

“Don’t cry, pretty bird. It’s coming. It’s coming.” He pulls my shoulder so I lay flat, facing him again. “Open your mouth.”

He wants to pretend I was begging for come? “No.”

He pinches my nose so that when he spurts, the hot come spills straight into my mouth.“There you go. Gosh you were starving for it." Then forces my mouth closed by pushing my jaw up. "Go ahead, I know you want to swallow. Let me see how hungry you are for it.”

It’s so fucking disgusting–salty, thick, creamy. I want to vomit so bad.

He coats my lips with more. “Lick all of it.”

Sick bastard.

He chuckles at my disgust. I don’t know what’s scarier, when he wears the mask or when he smiles like this. He spills the rest of it on my breast. “Take the come and finger yourself with it.” I thank God I have my birth control in order. Later, when he’s gone, I’ll bathe in bleach, but for now I have no choice but to obey this deranged sicko.

He hisses, jerking until his dick is limp. “Now that you’ve learned how to be a good girl, go to sleep,” he whispers into my ear before kissing my cheek. I cringe away from him to where my pillows await.

He leaves me no choice but to lie on my belly because of the hot pain on my butt cheeks. Last time I could contain the distress. I hoped that he'd only do this once. This time, there's no denying the severity of my situation. This man is going to keep coming back, and I can't stop him. He knows where I am at all times. As violent sobs and fat tears stream out of me, I hear him walking around, picking up his things.

"I like that you watch me getting dressed."

I turn my eyes to him and wipe my tears, trying to calm myself but like the last time, he doesn't leave. It takes forever for the exhaustion to set in, making my eyelids too heavy to keep open. The whole time, he sits on my loveseat, watching me.

Chapter nine

All mine

Julian

I know it was too much for her. My poor little gorgeous bird fell asleep weeping. Even in her slumber, she was still having hiccups. In wanting to give her time and space, I’ve resisted visiting her for two weeks. I want her to lose her mind slowly. It’s driving her to insanity and the breaking of her spirit, that’s the fun part after all.

This time apart from her means I’m on edge. I keep myself busy by taking extra work, and also synthesizing and purifying drugs and hormones for when my little bird comes home with me. If not those things, then I’m researching her two ex-boyfriends. I finally found Jeremy. He’s a loner. There’s not much on him on social media, which means this kid is like me–not of the normal human kind, meaning it will be easy to kill him. But I have to do it fast. He can’t suspect that I exist or that I’m hunting him.

It’s Friday, so I know where they’re going because it’s always the same dance club. I get ready, making sure to look my best for her, wearing her favorite color dress shirt, baby blue. It's not the first time I watch her dancing from the darkest corner of the club. Tonight, I want to try something different, to test her.

When I arrive, I sit down at the bar, averting my eyes from the door when she and her friends walk in. She’s shy, so she only dances once her friend gets her drunk. Half an hour after, I see her walking to the bar where I sit.

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