Page 24 of The Devil in Disguise

I can’t seem to find the words to answer him. Everything is too much and my mind is a mess. These men make me feel scared and threatened and confused. And yet, they also make me feel special and desired and alive.

When I don’t respond, his other hand snakes through my hair and pulls my head back sharply. Pain radiates across my scalp. “You will answer your Master when I address you. Is that clear, pet?” His tone is harsh but needy like he can’t stop himself from wanting to possess every last shred of me.

My eyes swing up to meet the swirling seas of the Devil’s eyes as he watches me. I can feel my orgasm building and I move my hips to meet my demon’s punishing pace as he pounds his fingers into my pussy.

“Yes, Master,” I manage to choke out.

His hand releases my hair and I let out a contented sigh. Slowly his fingers glide down my head before sliding around my neck, holding me tightly, but not tight enough to cut off my air.

A spark lights in the Devil’s eyes and before I can even register what has happened, he closes the gap between us, standing flush against my writhing body. His hand finds the other side of my neck and his fingers wrap around the thin column and clasp onto Luke’s. Together they squeeze tightly enough to begin to cut off my air without causing me too much pain. I’m sandwiched between two men who can’t seem to decide if they want to kill me, fuck me, or both.

The Devil in front of me leans down and whispers in my ear, “You never answered him, Celeste. You’re either dead for my desires or a slave to his. What’s it going to be, angel?”

Both men are waiting for my answer but there’s no question in my mind. I’ve been running my entire life. Running from my past, running from anyone who dared get too close, runningfrom the fear and the pain. But I’m done running, I’m willing to just let go.

“I want to be a good little pet for my Master,” I manage to speak between moans as my demon’s fingers curl against the bundle of nerves inside me. The fingers around my throat squeeze a little more, almost cutting off all my air. I’m so close to finishing. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll be your good girl and do whatever you ask of me. I’m ready to submit.”

His nostrils flare as his hand squeezes tighter and he leans into me. His eyes drift down to the thick fingers pumping in and out of my soaking slit. “That’s it brother, keep fucking your filthy little slut. I want to watch her eyes as she falls from your ecstasy into my darkness. Our own little fallen angel coming all over your hand while she passes out.”

My demon’s thumb finds my clit and he rubs small circles furiously over the desperate bundle of nerves. The combined sensation of both men’s hands on me is enough to push me over the edge. I attempt to cry out as my orgasm tears through me, the fear from almost being killed making everything that much more intense, but my voice is barely audible as together they continue to squeeze. Small dots begin to cloud my vision as my air is completely cut off. Each wave of my orgasm pulses through my pussy in rhythm with the blood pumping in my ears as my body begins to shut down from lack of oxygen. My willingness to let go, to give in completely and give up all control allows me to unleash and feel every wave of pleasure as it crashes through me. My muscles want to fight, they want to claw at their hands until I can suck in air, but I stop myself. I let myself give in to them.

“Good choice, sweetness.”

My new Master places a chaste kiss on my brow before everything goes dark.

THIRTEEN

GARETT

Unhinged. Obsessive. Stalker. Unfaithful. Manipulative. Murderous. The words others would probably use to describe me if they knew how I’d spent my last several nights. If they could see me now, crouching outside her window, watching the soft rise and fall of her chest as she peacefully sleeps, they’d know that Celeste meant nothing to me. If they could just listen and hear my plan, they’d understand. They’d know that I’ve done all of this—sacrificed myself and others for my goddess, my beauty.

I might be crazy. I might be obsessive and possessive and manipulative, but if I am, it’s love that made me this way. After all, what’s love if not a burning obsession for another? I’m absolutely obsessed with her. She doesn’t know it yet but everything I’ve done, I’ve done for her. And I will continue to be exactly what she doesn’t know she needs. I have no problemlurking in the shadows and letting out the devil within if it means saving her.

I grew up small and poor. My home life was shitty. In a tight knit town like this, that meant I was bullied, mercilessly. I was a poor kid raised by a struggling single mom, I was an easy target for shit heads. That’s how Luke and I became friends. We were always both the outsiders, the ones who were being picked on and abused. Brody and his crew of cronies were the main perpetrators. They were all from wealthy families who had given them every opportunity in the world to succeed at everything in life. They took their privilege and wealth and turned it into a sadistic need to build themselves up by bringing others down.

By the time we got to high school, it had gotten so bad that we couldn’t take it anymore. We had made a plan. A plan to make everyone pay. A plan to make all the bullies and their preppy little friends, the teachers that turned a blind eye, the principals that acted as if these assholes were God’s gift to the school, and everyone else in that fucking hell hole pay. Everyone would regret every single insult they’d slung or punch they’d thrown at us. We’d had the guns purchased and ready to bring to school the next day when I saw it—the video of my beauty. What they did to her in that video that was being shared around the school was unbearable. It broke something in me to watch her helplessly at their mercy. I knew she needed me more than I needed my revenge. She needed a savior, a protector, a hero. I couldn’t go through with our plan of annihilation anymore, because it would mean I couldn’t be those things for her and I was desperate to be her everything.

Ever since, I’ve devoted my life to my beauty. Even when I moved away, she was my every thought. Every single thing I have done has been for her. And yet, she’s never once noticed me. I’ve lived on the periphery of her life for a long time. Too long. And I’ve failed her, more than once.

I remember the first time I watched Brody hit her. She looked so beautiful that day in a sweet and innocent little white dress. She’d done up her red hair into soft curls and her make-up looked perfect. She shined like the goddamn sun. My heart had threatened to burst from my fucking chest when I saw how lovely she looked. My jealousy was almost palpable as I watched her get into his car that evening. She should have been with me. She was always meant to be mine. After everything he’d done to her and to me, he didn’t deserve a goddess like her. They’d gotten engaged recently though, causing my need to follow and watch her to grow to an almost constant obsession, as I desperately tried to see what she saw in someone who wasn’t me. My beauty and her chosen beast had gone to a nice dinner, one where I’d sat two tables away and contemplated scooping his eyeballs out with my soup spoon the entire time. They’d gone back to her apartment, and I’d gone to the bar to drown my sorrows in liquor and pussy. If she didn’t want me, maybe it was time to move on. It was stupid of me to think I could ever let her go though.

Later, after the girls I’d fucked the night before had gone, and I’d thoroughly drowned myself in drugs and drink, I’d decided to torture myself. I’d vowed to not, and yet still, I’d cued up the footage from the cameras I had hidden in her house. I watched as Ali and Brody had returned to her home. I watched as he attempted to touch her even as she pushed him away. I watched as he kissed her neck and put his fat fucking fingers all over my girl. I had gotten used to the rage at that point but I nearly lost my mind when I watched him backhand her across the face. I had to watch as she sobbed and cried on the floor. I had to watch as he crawled on top of her fragile form. I had to watch as he beat and raped the woman I loved.

Running to the bathroom, I’d emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet until there was nothing left. It was thesame shit I hadn’t been able to stop before, happening all over again. I’d failed her yet again. The guilt and pain that washed over me was almost unbearable. I should have been there to help. I should have been watching the live feed and run to save her. I should have fucking been her white knight. But I wasn’t and I didn’t. I was a fucking screw up who wasn’t there to help when the woman I loved was attacked. And that’s the biggest regret of my entire miserable existence.

It was that moment that changed everything. When I watched him hit her, something deep within my psyche snapped and the devil inside me was unleashed. If I couldn’t be her knight in shining armor then I’d be the monster lurking in the shadows of her life. I’m not a good man. I’m a manipulative, murderous beast. In that moment, Garett ended and a new me was born—one who has spent the last several years hunting down and eliminating every last one of these fucks in Brody’s little friend group, with Luke’s help, of course. I’ve killed almost all of them. Only Brody and Kyle are left on my list. A quick death would be too kind for Brody though. He will be the final piece to fall. He must know I’m coming for him. He’s gotten paranoid as all of his high school friends have started mysteriously disappearing one by one.

I’ve had to sit and watch as, night after night, month after month, year after year, he pulled my beauty deeper and deeper into her own personal Hell. But the bell is tolling for Brody and the Devil is coming to collect.

And she’ll get it. She’ll understand. She’ll forgive me. My plan is coming together perfectly. Pretty soon she’ll be rid of that abusive piece of shit and I’ll swoop in to do right by her this time around. I’ve waited long enough. I’ve sacrificed enough. Now, it’s time she realizes that she’s mine. She’s always been mine. I’ve been obsessed with her since high school and it’s about time she knows just how deep my obsession runs. I’m going to fixeverything. I’m going to make it right. And then I’m going to spend the rest of my days worshiping my beauty like the fucking queen that she is.

It’s been another long fucking night of sitting in the cold and watching her. The rain started about an hour ago, while my beauty sat in bed drinking her wine and reading. Her shit head husband went out tonight, of course. No doubt scouting out the local bars for some drunk and barely legal piece of ass he can manipulate into blowing him. I got over the burning rage I felt about the disrespect he shows his wife, the woman who I’ve spent the majority of my life worshiping from afar, long ago. His inability to be a faithful and caring husband allows me the time I need with my girl. She finished her wine—laced with sleeping pills—like the good girl she is, so that she’ll be nice and compliant for me. I watched as she tucked herself in and turned off all the lights, waiting for the steady rise and fall of her chest that lets me know she’s fast asleep and ready for me.

My fingers hook on the window and I slowly begin to lift, careful not to make a sound. You think she’d catch on at some point and start locking her windows. It makes me wonder if my girl secretly wants me to come play with her while she sleeps. I look around, one last time, making sure no nosey neighbor is watching, before slipping through the darkness of night and into her room.

Water drips off my soaking clothing onto the floor below me as I stand and watch her sleep. She’s a true goddess with skin so pure she looks like a damn painting come to life. Her fiery red locks are spread around her head and my fingers itch to feel the softness sliding across my skin. She’s wearing an oversized tee shirt that’s low enough to reveal just a hint of cleavage. My cock instantly thickens in my pants at the sight of my girl splayed out and ready for me. I’ve been away from her too long while dealing with Celeste. My beauty is the drug running through my veinsand without her I’m nothing.

Once I’m sure she’s completely knocked out, I get to work. Sliding her husband’s stolen phone out of my pocket, I double check to make sure I cleared all the messages between his number and Celeste from the messaging app. Then I slide Brody’s phone and the pair of Celeste’s underwear that I cut from her body on the night we met, under the bed. Luke is a real champion for taking one for the team and agreeing to a three way with fuck-face Brody after the Jager. The plan wouldn’t have been possible without this phone. I still can’t believe he didn’t recognize Luke’s face. You think you’d remember the face of the person you put in the hospital, but I guess some of us are so self-absorbed that we don’t even notice the Devil when he’s standing right in front of us.

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