Page 11 of The Devil in Disguise

Interesting.I store away that nugget of information about our pal Brody for a later time. I think I have a very good idea about how I can use that. But for now, I need to focus on Celeste.

“And he really didn’t recognize you?” I question as I flip through the phone, looking for anything I can use. That part of the plan had been risky. If Brody had realized who he was then it could have ruined everything.

“Fucker was so focused on his own cock, I don’t think he looked at my face once.” Luke’s face turns suddenly serious. “That part of the plan is done now, right? I’m not interested in sharing her again with him.”

Usually Luke is not the possessive type. This whole situation is very interesting. But I need to focus. We have a plan for tonight and we have to stick to it.

Giving Luke a quick nod I turn my focus to the phone in my lap. I open Brody’s phone to the contacts, and I put Celeste’s numberin his contacts under the name Hot Bitch From Jager. I then click the icon to send her a text.

Hey! I had a really great time with you and your cute friend the other night! Can I see you two, or even just you, again some time?

My angel responds almost immediately, which makes me irrationally angry. I glower at the illuminated window above us.

Sorry but who is this?

Brody. The guy from the dance floor at the Jager.

I see bubbles pop up, then disappear repeatedly. She better not respond that she wants to meet up with this fucker or I’ll have to remind her exactly who she belongs to. He’s already taken enough from me. He can’t have her too. I was planning on taking it easy on her tonight, but if she’s going to act like a little slut then I’ll happily treat her like one.

The front door of the building opens, pulling my focus away from the phone in my hand, which I quickly shove into the center console. I hear Luke’s breath hitch when he notices who’s walking out of the building. I can see him appraising me out of the corner of my eye. He’s no doubt wondering how I intend for this all to go down but he doesn’t need to worry. I have it all worked out.

“You sure this is a good idea man?” His voice is laced with uncertainty. He needs to trust me. “You gonna’ be able to actually go through with this?”

“Oh, I’m very sure. Now grab your mask. We have shit to fuck up.”

From the shadows of the hallway outside Celeste’s classroom, I have a perfect view of her round ass bending across her desk to reach something. My little angel is wearing a tight black pencil skirt that hugs her delicious curves. It’s definitely not appropriate for a high school teacher. She paired it with an almost see-through satin button-down top. Is she dressed as a damn slut for Halloween? I wonder how many other men checked her out today? How many men looked at her sinful little body, fantasizing about what belongs to me? I squeeze my fists in anger at the thought.

She’s been cleaning and organizing for some time now. The black, pointed witch’s hat that she wore today is discarded on the floor by her purse. Her dark shimmery locks cascade down her back in soft curls. She repeatedly pushes her hair behind her ears as she works. She’s frustrated and growing more and more frantic in her movements as time goes by. She reaches further as she attempts to grab a pen that’s rolling away from her; the movement causes her skirt to hike up her thigh and exposes more of her flesh to me. Her skin is heavenly—it’s pale and soft and just begging to be painted red. My cock takes notice of her exposed thighs and twitches in anticipation. I can smell her perfume from here. The combination of the floral and musk swirling together is intoxicating. The urge to barge into the room and pin her down to the desk while I lick every inch of her flesh is overwhelming. I’ve had her once already but the urge to take from her is completely consuming. This girl is trouble.

She turns to clean the whiteboard and I notice her thickly applied make-up. She has dark and shimmery shit on her eyes and brightly painted lips. They’re as red as the Devil’s dick and they would look fucking amazing wrapped around my cock. The image of her on her knees—make-up and cum running down her cheeks—flashes across my mind, causing my cock to swellfurther. She stretches up and down, cleaning her board and causing her luscious ass to jiggle. My hand twitches with the need to smack her round cheeks and watch the flesh ripple in response.

That’s it, I’ve had enough watching. It’s time to play.

Stepping out of the shadows and into the room, I make sure my mask is firmly in place.

“Happy Halloween, angel,” I croon in a sing-song voice.

She spins, causing her hair to whip across her face. Her lips part into a shocked expression and I’m desperate to shove my entire length into her open mouth. But I need to show restraint. She sins so sweetly and I want to savor it. Her hazel eyes bulge in horror and it’s intoxicating. I want to feast on every ounce of fear I can pull from her. Her fear, her pain, her tears—they are all mine tonight.

“Wha—what are you doing here?” she stammers as she backs into her desk, her plump ass cheeks hitting the edge of the wood.

Stalking towards her with my head cocked, I’m sure I must look absolutely terrifying, the Devil coming to collect his sacrificial lamb. I crowd her space, placing my hands on either side of the desk to cage her in. Leaning my head down to her neck I breathe in her scent—roses, and damp leaves, and something I can’t quite place. I drag the hard plastic of my mask up and down, teasing the slender column of her neck. She shivers beneath me, causing me to grind my hips into her so she can feel exactly what she’s doing to me.

“Has my angel been a naughty girl? This is a very slutty Halloween costume for a teacher to be wearing at school.” I let my hands run over the fabric of her skirt, caressing her hips and thighs. The urge to rip her skirt open and cover those pale, creamy, thick thighs in bite marks is maddening.

She shoves me suddenly, catching me off balance. I stumble backwards. She takes the opportunity to run towards the sidedoor of the room, the one that connects to another classroom. The door swings wide open with a bang. Standing in the doorway is a figure dressed in all black, tall and opposing, with a black and gold demon mask covering their face.

“Boo!” he bellows at her, causing her to shriek. Luke is right on time.

Celeste whips her head between the two doors in the room, both now guarded by monsters from Hell. My angel looks absolutely terrified, like a fawn caught in a predator’s trap. She’s going to have to learn that her fear only serves to fuel the fire of my desire.

I close the distance between us. I expect her to try to run, but she doesn’t. She’s frozen in terror. I wrap my hand around her delicate little neck and tilt her chin up, demanding her attention.

“You’re going to be my sweet little angel and do exactly what I say, or I’ll have to punish you,” I tell her as I stroke my thumb along her plump red lips. They quiver beneath my touch.

I reach up with my free hand and push a stray strand of raven hair behind her ear. Her breathing is heavy and erratic, causing her chest to heave beneath the thin fabric of her top. The buttons look about ready to burst. Removing my hand from her neck, I place both hands on the neckline of her blouse before pulling it wide open. Buttons go flying and she screams.

“Scream all you want, angel. All it’s doing is making me even harder for you.”

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