Page 14 of The Devil Within

“And when exactly was the last time you did have any contact with her?” he asks, oblivious to the heated anger simmering beneath my skin with every question he poses.

“Look, Mr. Andersen, is Celeste here? Like, no offense or anything, but I’m not sure why we’re playing twenty fucking questions instead of you just telling me if she’s here or not.”

He looks up at me, clearly startled. For a man who works with teenagers, he looks shockingly taken aback by someone cursing and yelling at him. He recovers quickly though. Slicking back his chestnut hair and exhaling a long breath, he brings his eyes up to meet mine. There’s sadness and something akin to pity written across his face and my stomach fucking drops.

“Ms. Briggs hasn’t shown up for work in weeks, I’m afraid. She’s been a no call, no show every single day since Halloween. We tried calling her emergency contact listed but the number was disconnected. One of the other teachers, Catie Mills, went to her house but no one appeared to be there. Even her Halloween decorations were still up.” I noticed all these things too when I went to her house, they worried me too. “We finally decided it was best to call the police and file a missing persons report. They’ve opened an investigation into her disappearance.”

The world tilts on its axis and it feels as though I’m falling. I open my mouth to speak but no words come out. She’s gone? She can’t be gone. She wouldn’t leave me.Right?

It takes me a moment to process that Mr. Andersen is leaningacross the desk handing me something. All the blood has rushed to my ears and all I can hear is the pounding of my own heart. I think I’m going to be sick. I swallow several times, trying to will my body to calm down.

“Here,” he’s talking again about the card he’s trying to hand me I think. “The investigator handling her case will want to talk to you as soon as possible.”

I can’t speak. The pounding in my head is now relentless. I simply nod and take the card from his hand, stashing it in my purse. I somehow manage to make my legs lift me from the chair and carry me out of his office, through the front doors, and out of the school. Once I’m safely back in my car, I let the fear and panic wash over me. Warm tears stream down my cheeks, cooling as they hit the cold fall air. I sit there thinking for what feels like hours.

I don’t know what’s going to happen next but I do know that my best friend—no, more than just my fucking friend, is gone. She’s not just disappeared. Someone has been reading the texts I sent her. Someone has her phone. Someone has her, and I’m going to find them.

NINE

The Demon

Bad Decisions by BOBI ANDONOV

Imight have pushed her too far this time. She seems to be spiraling out of control. The plan was always to convince her that she needed me, but I think I might have created too much chaos in her life. My little siren seems to be struggling. Her drinking and drug use have become more frequent and more intense. Which is how I ended up staring down at her passed out form on her couch.

Even fucked up to the point of near unconsciousness, she’s a damn vision. My sweet siren’s painful pleas call to me across time and space. Her soul screams for me to soothe her, and I willalwayscome when she needs me. Soon she’ll be desperate for me to take control, to fix everything for her, and be her perfectmaster. She just doesn’t know yet how badly she needs to let go and allow someone else to be in control. My sweet, pink-haired beauty, needs to learn to give up control.

I will teach her. She may need some extra training once she’s mine, but she will get there. And then she’ll see how good it will be when she’s mine. When they’re both mine. Together, we will all be complete.

After coming back from the high school, I watched as she frantically wandered the house. Her lithe form paced up and down her well-worn wooden floors as she panicked about the reality of the situation—the reality that her friend is gone. At least, that’s what she thinks. My sweet little siren has no idea that I have a surprise for her. When she’s ready I will give her the perfect gift—the gift that I‘ve been working tirelessly to perfect.

Eventually her panicked pacing spiraled into a self destructive drug and alcohol binge. She’s really fucked up, so fucked up in fact that she’s almost out cold. But I’d never let her harm herself. If I thought she was going to consume enough to do any real damage, I would’ve barged in and stopped her. No one hurts my girl, not even herself—no one except me that is.

Which brings me to my current predicament, what to do with my incapacitated little love. A good man would make sure she’s safe and tuck her into bed. Maybe leave her some pain killers and water on her nightstand. Maybe even leave her a red rose as a sweet gesture. That would be what a good man would do; the kind of man she deserves.

But unfortunately for her, I’mnota good man.

It might be wrong of me, but as I lift her unconscious form and situate it over my shoulder, my cock twitches in my slacks. She mumbles incoherent nonsense as I carry her toward her bedroom. She flinches as I swat her thick ass that’s pressed up against my face just begging for punishment. Such a responsive little thing, even as she lays almost unconscious in my arms.We’re going to have so much fun tonight.

Her house is small, far too small for the large family we’re going to have. I’ll need to move her out of here and into my much larger and safer house soon. But for now, the few short steps from her living room to bedroom is a blessing. I use my foot to kick open her door, holding her tightly against me. She feels so good in my arms like her body was created to be mine. I let one of my hands caress the curve of her supple ass, stroking her flesh tenderly through her yoga pants. She’s so fucking perfect. Every inch of her is so utterly consumable. From the moment I saw her, I knew she would be mine. Call it fate, or destiny, or whatever the fuck you want, but Olivia Lennox is mine and she always will be. I have never felt so consumed with possessive desire for another person, not until her. And tonight, I’ve had enough of watching; I’m ready to play.

Throwing her off my shoulder, I let her form fall onto the soft mattress of her bed. Her beautiful breasts bounce as she lands, causing my cock to harden further. Everything about her is perfection—from her vibrant hair, her olive skin, her green eyes that shine like fucking jewels, her perfectly perky tits, and that ass.Fuck me.That ass is the kind of thing created by some cruel deity to drive men absolutely feral. It’s the type of ass that could bring men to their knees. And for my siren, I would gladly get on my knees. I want to sink my teeth into the flesh of that plump fucking ass and bite it so hard that it leaves a perfect, bloodied, impression on her skin. The need to mark her tender flesh as mine is so fucking strong that it almost hurts.

I flip her onto her stomach, making sure her head is turned to the side so she can breathe. Then I yank her yoga pants down her legs, exposing her to me. Her tanned skin seems to glow in the low light. She’s so perfect and pristine. I can’t wait to ruin her. The pants pool around her knees and without any underwear on, she lays bare beneath me. Swiftly, I bring my hand down onher ass. The sharp crack of my hand against her skin echoes off the walls around us. She jerks but does not wake. I smack her ass again and again, leaving a perfect reddened handprint on her backside. My handprint.Mine.

“You like that, sweet siren?” I growl as I massage the heated flesh in my palm.

She moans and whines but she’s still so far gone. My perfect passed out play thing. The sight of my reddened mark across her skin has my cock throbbing with need and tenting my pants. The way she moans makes me think her subconscious might be enjoying this just as much as I am. I slightly open her legs and slip a finger between her folds, skimming the length of her pussy so very gently. She’s fucking soaked. Her body knows exactly what she needs, even if her conscious mind doesn’t.

“So fucking wet for me, love.” I bring my fingers back to her pussy, sliding between her legs. She moans and grinds against the bed like my perfect little slut. “You want me to touch you baby? Want the monster hiding in your closet to make you come?” I croon as I lightly caress her clit with my fingers.

I move backwards until I find her tight entrance. My fingers are coated in her arousal but she’s still so fucking tight as I slowly slide inside her.Fuck, she feels so damn good. Her warm walls hug my fingers and I push the two digits deeper and deeper at an agonizing pace. “So fucking tight, baby. But this pretty pussy is going to love getting stretched out by my cock, isn’t it?”

She moans in response, not truly aware of what’s happening but her body continues to react to my touch. Her soul recognizes mine deep within and craves this just as much as I do. The way her pussy pulses against my fingers tells me all I need to know. I find that sweet little bundle of nerves inside her and rub the pads of my fingers against it, causing her body to jerk and writhe with need. She’s so close already, I can feel her walls pulsing against me. But I won’t let her come—not yet.

I remove my fingers slowly, and a small whine leaves her lips as her body sinks back down onto the mattress. I bring the digits to my mouth underneath the mask I’m wearing in order to taste her. I can’t help the moan that escapes me as I taste her sweet lavender and honey. I missed the taste of my girl. I need more of her. Soon there won’t be a single day where my tongue won’t be covered in her intoxicating flavor—once she’s finally mine. I undo my belt and lower my zipper, letting my hard cock spring free. I kick off my pants and slip my shirt over my head, being careful of my mask.

I pull open the top drawer of her nightstand finding everything I need. I grab each item one by one and lay them out on her bed. My cock weeps as I look at everything all set up and laid out for us to play together. Part of me wishes she was fully conscious for this, but I know her mind is not yet ready to accept all that I have in store for her. She will fight me. That’s the thing about my girl—she’s a fucking firecracker. It’s one of the reasons she’s so intoxicating. Her attitude is part of what I love about her. I will have to break down her walls though. Once she sees what I have planned for her, the lengths I have gone to for her, she’ll realize just how perfect we’re going to be together.

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