Page 2 of Sinful Obsession

“Would you just read a fucking monster romance like the rest of us and get over it? I need you to stop living in that fantasy world of yours. It’s a dangerous, slippery slope. Your mom toldme that you haven’t been taking your meds. She just wants to help. We all do.”

“Dangerous?” I scoff, my anger sparking. “What’s dangerous is you trying to tell me how to live my life. Just because I don’t want the same things as you, doesn’t mean I’m wrong.”

There’s a tense silence, and I hear her sigh again, but this time it’s softer, sadder. “Vi… I’m worried about you.”

“Well, don’t be,” I say coldly. “I don’t need you to worry. I need you to understand.” Before she can say anything else, I end the call, tossing my phone across the room before slipping back under the covers. Maybe I’m hallucinating but it’s such a perfect feeling. Maybe it’s all in my head but then I’d like to live there forever. Asmodeus makes me feel like I’m the only person in the world, the only one he sees, the only one important enough for him to break his routine.

My mind drifts back to the first time he visited me nearly six months ago. It was just past midnight, anxiety coursing through me as sleep evaded me. And that’s when I felt it, a presence—dark and seductive—filling the room. His voice was melodious as he spoke to me, like he’d known me for centuries, like he understood every corner of my soul, even the parts I tried to hide. I’d never felt so… seen.

The first few months, he was just an entity of darkness igniting a desire so fierce inside of me that I had to whip out my vibrator to soothe the need. Those dark eyes watched over me as I screamed through my orgasms, his soft words pushing me over the edge. And then he began to solidify, to become more of the darkness. His demonic form appeared for mere seconds before he shifted into a man, Asmodeus lying beside me as long as he could keep that form.

His hands and lips wandered, driving me up the wall as he whispered secrets into my ear about the history of the world—things that no one else could possibly know.

Asmodeus reminded me of a soldier, wide shoulders and thick muscles traveling down the length of his body. Long black hair crowded around his neck, his eyes the same color as the void I found so comfortable.

And then came the day last month when he gave me all of himself as I shattered on his cock, an experience I’ll never forget. Asmodeus always touches with such passion and care but it was that night that I truly fell in love with a demon. I haven’t been able to think of anyone other than him since. All that matters is him and his presence beside me.

I close my eyes, imagining Asmodeus gathering me up in his arms against his chest as he does most nights. “Where are you?” I whisper into the darkness again. A small whimper falls from my lips as nothing answers, the emptiness of the room weighing down on me. A flicker of fear at the idea that maybe he is just a figment of my imagination runs through me.

Still, I wait patiently for my lover, sleep trying to drag me under.

“Vienna,” he murmurs, his voice wrapping around me like silk. “You’re meant for so much more than this. Trust me.”

“I do,” I whisper back, reaching out to feel him and only being consumed by the darkness. Sometimes he only visits me like this, in his original form but I’m grateful for at least this.

2 – Vienna

Fingers gliding softly over my cheek rouse me from sleep, a cool sensation that turns into molten heat, igniting my body with a warmth I’ve craved since I first met Asmodeus. His fingers continue down to my jaw and then lower, grazing my neck before rising again to run across my lips. I shoot up in bed and grab the hand, tugging it toward my chest. Asmodeus chuckles, a rich dark sound that carries through the room. He straightens slightly, bent over my bed, our faces inches from each other as I stare into his dark eyes.

“Love, I missed you,” he breathes before capturing my lips in a kiss. He moves to sit beside me on the mattress, wrapping his arms around my waist and dragging me into his lap. I straddle his thighs as I cling to him, savoring his mysterious taste and that wicked forked tongue as it slips into my mouth. He thrusts his hips upward, his cock brushing against my bare pussy, reminding me that I’m completely naked in front of my demon. “Did you dress for me?” Asmodeus jokes as he pulls away.

He reaches up to run a hand through my hair, locks I recently chopped off because I needed something different. While most of my classmates whined that my hair was gone, Asmodeus loves everything I change. He loves every part of me without fail. I don’t answer him, watching as he greedily takes in his fill. I always sleep naked, always have but now it’s in anticipation of Asmodeus appearing.

His hands glide down my shoulders and to my breasts lightly squeezing them before falling lower to the belly I can’t seem to get rid of. No amount of exercise and diet pills have ever worked to make me smaller but Asmodeus doesn’t mind. His fingers wrap around my hips, grabbing the extra skin and squeezing before he drags me closer to him. Then he pulls me down so that I can feel the full length of his cock through the fabric of his pants.

“I was worried you wouldn’t come tonight. You didn’t last night.” A whimper follows my words as he begins to rock me over his cock, no doubt waiting for me to shatter. I’m already pent up on anger and disappointment, his movements making it easy to fall apart.

He hums as he moves forward to kiss me again, his lips trailing down to my jaw and then my neck, lightly sucking on the sensitive skin. “You know I’ll always come back to you, Vienna. You’re mine, remember?” I grip his shoulders as the heat grows in my lower belly, Asmodeus moving a hand between us to press against my clit. A gasp tears from my mouth as he massages the mound, alternating the pressure until I have to slap a hand over my lips to keep from crying out. “Give this to me, love. Fall apart on my fingers.”

He continues to direct the pace, making it impossible for me to pull away as my entire body shudders with the force of my orgasm. When he nibbles against my neck, I’m done for,coating his pants as he continues to massage my clit until I’m whimpering for relief.

“Always so beautiful for me, love.”

“It’s been so hard,” I push out when I can finally catch my breath, still straddling his thighs. Feeling the bulge still pressed up against me is distracting but I need Asmodeus to understand. “Not one person believes me. They think I’m crazy. They even gave me pills! Why can’t you just show yourself to them? Tell them that I’m not crazy?” I’m being selfish. Asmodeus has explained multiple times that he shouldn’t even be in this world, that his presence alone might disrupt the delicate balance of the universe. The frustration bubbles up even as I’m thinking about Asmodeus fucking me to sleep and curling up to his chest afterward.

Something is definitely wrong with me.

Asmodeus’ gaze softens as he kisses me again, my anxiety falling away with his touch. “You don’t need them to believe you but soon they’ll have no choice.” He brushes a few fingers across my neck, a shiver running down my spine. “Tonight, I’ll mark you. They’ll see who you belong to, love.”

He’s mentioned marking me a few times, a permanent mark that won’t fade as my body heals. Still, I’m wary as to what that means. I search his expression, trying to understand what’s going on in his head as he twists around and slowly lowers me back to the bed. He stands and strips off his clothes before moving between my thighs, hovering over me again.

He’s perfection in human form, my tongue darting out to lick my lips. He dives in and sucks my tongue into his mouth before letting go, the movement catching me off guard. “I told you that you were mine, Vienna. Every part of you. From that deviant tongue of yours, to these beautiful curves,” Asmodeus slides down my body, his breaths fanning across my pussy. “To this gorgeous cunt.” He licks a stripe through my release, my backbowing off the bed, a little moan filtering through my lips. “To those beautiful sounds you make when I touch you. My mark will only show everyone what you already know.”

“Really?”

“It’s a reminder of who I am to you, of you to me. It will protect you in a way the world can recognize, in a way that even those in my world will understand.”

Asmodeus has never truly explained his history the way he’s explained Earth’s history. I’ve always wanted to ask but he deflects, saying that I’m not ready to understand the fabric of balance and how it connects to my very human existence. So, I focus on the most important part as Asmodeus crawls back up the bed.

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