Page 21 of The Devil Within

There’s a flicker of defiance in her eyes, but as I dig the tipof the blade into the exposed flesh of her throat, she relents and opens for me. My feisty little brat is still in there, but she’s learning. Soon she’ll be my perfect partner.

“Good girl,” I praise before shoving my entire length inside her warmth.

She gags at the intrusion causing spit to drip from the corners of her mouth. She’s a mess—bloodied and bruised with tears and spit streaming down her face. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I groan as the engorged head of my cock hits the back of her tight throat. “You feel so fucking good, lovely. I want to live inside your mouth.” I snap my hips forward and thrust into the back of her throat again as her tongue grinds against the underside of my length in the most delicious way. “Would you like that? Being my sweet slut to use however I wanted, whenever I wanted?”

My girl moans around me. Clearly that idea excites her at some primal level.

Using my hand in her hair, I direct her head to the side slightly and let her watch as I fuck her face. “Look at you, what a good fucking cocksucker you are.” She whines as her pupils expand, taking in the filthy sight. “You enjoy watching yourself swallow my thick fucking cock, don’t you?” Her little fingers find their way to her exposed pussy. “That’s it sweet siren, touch that pretty pink pussy to the image of yourself being used by your very own monster.”

She groans, sending tingling vibrations across my cock.Fuck.It feels too fucking good. I pound into her with wild abandon, fucking her ruthlessly. Her fingers move quicker, dancing across her pussy furiously.

“Come for me,” I demand with utter desperation laced in my tone.

Pleasure suddenly shoots through my entire being as myrelease hits me. My cock jerks as my cum empties into my girl and my eyes roll back into my head for just a moment before crashing back to the mirror beside me. I can’t stand to look away as I watch my beautiful nightmare on her knees with her face distorted in agonizing pleasure and my cum dripping down the sides of her face. She’s truly a siren; she haunts my every waking moment, and yet no matter what I do my obsession only seems to deepen. She has me completely under her spell. Our combined ecstasy is a fucking vision. I want this moment imprinted on my damned soul for the remainder of my eternity.

Slowly pulling from her mouth, we stare at each other for a moment as our heavy breaths fill the space between us.

“You’re a monster,” she finally chokes out between pants.

I slide my thumb along her bottom lip and trace the curve of her plump pink skin. “Yes my love, but I’m your monster.”

“Where is Celeste?” she calls as I start backing up, leaving her a mess in a maze.

“Right where I left her.” I can’t help but smirk. It’stechnicallynot a lie—Celeste is where I last left her, at least as far as I’m aware. “She’s safe and if you keep being a good girl, you might get to see her again.”

Not waiting for her to reply, I turn the corner and leave her to think about what just happened. She’s so close to being ready. Soon we can all finally be together.

THIRTEEN

Olivia

Nightmare by Halsey

“What exactly did the detective say?” Luke’s annoyance is palpable through the receiver.

I know it wasn’t exactly cool to call him after I ghosted him for days and had another man’s, a very dangerous man’s, dick in my mouth. But I panicked when I had a voicemail from Whatcom County Sheriff’s office asking me to report to their building on Friday at nine to speak to a detective. It’s currently Friday at eight, and I’m in full blown panic mode. Luke is the only lawyer I know,and I have no fucking clue if he’s even the type of lawyer that deals with this stuff, but I hope he might be able to help me.

“Not a lot.” I try to recall exactly what the detective said in the message. “Something about they’re opening a report and need statements—”

“A report or investigation?” he interrupts with a sharpness in his voice I haven’t heard from him before.

“I don’t remember,” I admit.

He sighs with annoyance. “I’m coming to pick you up. Be ready in ten—”

“No!” I interject. “I can handle this. I want to handle this.”

“You should always have a lawyer with you when being questioned. It’s just smart to have counsel with you whenever you speak to the police.”

“I’m not a suspect, Luke! I want to find Celeste more than anyone. I’m going to go there and demand they open an investigation, or search for her, or whatever the fuck they do. They just need to do something.” I’m pissed. Really fucking pissed.Celeste seems to have just vanished into thin air weeks ago and the world has just gone on without her as if nothing is amiss.

“Flower,” he soothes through the phone. “Of course you’re not a suspect. I wasn’t implying that. You just don’t want to get caught up in something you don’t understand. The law can be really complicated—”

I hang up before he has a chance to finish his condescending sentence. Nope, not dealing with that shit. I am smart, strong, and capable. I don’t need a man to explain shit to me. I got this. I turn off my phone and throw it in my purse before heading out the door. I’m going to storm down there and beg—no—demand that they trace her phone and send out a search party today.

The detective in front of me looks like something out of a bad TV show. He’s pudgy and balding with stains littering his wrinkled sports coat. He hasn’t even bothered to look up at me once, simply writing down my comments with an apathetic expression that tells me he’s not truly hearing me.

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