Page 24 of The Devil Within

“You are mine, my sweet siren. Body and soul—you belong to me. And I don’t like others touching what is mine without my permission.” The voice distorter covers some of the emotion but his tone still drips with anger as he speaks. “So tell me, my love,what do naughty girls get?”

Tears fall freely from the corners of my eyes, leaving warm paths down my cheeks as I gasp for air. I can’t answer him; I’m only able to shake my head slightly as he holds me captive. My nails scratch at the fabric of his arm, trying desperately to get some relief, but it’s no use—he has me in his clutches.

“Bad girls get punished, sweetheart.” He leans into me as he speaks, trailing the cold plastic of the mask along my flesh.

He lightens his grip just enough to let me breathe. His free hand trails along the flesh of my exposed thighs, sending tingles across my skin. I want to hate his touch but as his thick fingers skim higher and higher, I can’t help the need building in my core. I feel my pussy dampen as he teasingly strokes along the seam of my underwear. I should flinch from his touch, fight him off, and yet I can’t help the desperate urge to lean into him. No matter how much I hate him, I can’t deny how badly I want him.

“So needy for my touch, aren’t you lovely?” he croons as my hips move to seek out more of his touch. His fingers skim along the lips of my cunt, teasingly stroking me through my thong.

“Whose pussy is this?” His fingers dance so lightly across my sensitive center. I need more.

“Please,” I whine as my hips thrust up desperate for friction.

“You want me to touch you, my sweet siren?”

I nod my head yes as fresh tears spill down my face.

“Then…” his fingers move to grab the fabric of my thong. With a firm tug, he pulls at the flimsy fabric. I feel the lace give as it snaps and my thong rips clean on my body. The hot pink fabric falls to the damp ground. Cool air immediately hits my soaked center and the sensation sends me spiraling closer towards complete desperation. “Say…” he moves one thick finger to my clit, resting it right where I need it but not moving it at all. “You are mine.” His final words end with a feral growl that sends needy shivers shooting down my spine.

He holds me completely at his mercy with a possessive grip on my throat and a single digit lightly pressed against my throbbing clit. The cold rain is soaking through my clothes which is the only thing keeping me from combusting into an inferno of desperation. I blink to keep the rain out of my eyes and stare into the soulless depths of the masked man holding me captive. Do I sell my soul for this insanity? Do I give into my masked monster?

His grip loosens just enough to give me room to answer him. I suck in a deep breath before selling my soul to my devil. “Please. I’m yours. Only yours.”

The growl that emanates from his chest is wild and uninhibited. His finger begins to move, rubbing my needy nub with such skill that I can’t stop the moan slipping from my lips.

“So fucking wet for me, aren’t you, lovely?” he moans as he adds a second finger to rub furious circles on my clit. “Such a good little slut for me.”

His fingers feel so good. Pleasure begins to build in my core almost immediately. He’s right—I’m absolutely desperate for him.

“Does my good girl need more?” His fingers leave my clit as he speaks, but before I can even miss the loss of them, they’re inside me, pumping in and out at a vigorous pace. I cry out in agonized pleasure but no sound makes it past where his hand is wrapped around my throat.

“Who does this pussy belong to, siren?” he asks me as he continues to pound into me with his digits, the cold rain mixing with my heated wetness to create the most deliciously intense sensations. I groan as he curls his fingers and hits just the right spot inside me that has the entire world spinning.

His fingers suddenly rip from inside me. A sharp slap lands on my sensitive and heated flesh. I shriek at the stinging pain until his fingers move back inside me and the pain turns to pleasure.

“I asked you, who does this pussy belong to?” he demands as he leans his head against mine; the plastic of his mask feels so cool against my heated skin.

“You,” I croak out as I ride his fingers. I’m so close to falling over the edge. I feel the waves of pleasure building up, ready to crash into bliss.

“That’s right, love. This pussy is mine.”

“More,” I groan as I throw my head back, letting the cold rain run down my heated cheeks.

“My little slut needs to be filled all the way?” he questions as he roughly shoves two more fingers inside me, pumping all four digits in and out of my dripping wet cunt mercilessly.

I cry out at the fullness but my screams turn to moans of wild pleasure as my body adjusts to being stuffed full of his thick digits.

Sliding his fifth and final digit inside me, he growls, “You’re gonna take my entire fucking fist like a good girl.”

Fuck. His tone is almost animalistic, as if he’s barely able to contain the pleasurable fury he’s ready to give me.

“Wait,” I beg as he shoves his five fingers inside me deeply, pushing slowly until all of his digits are knuckle deep. My nails dig into his shoulders as I cling to him. I’ve done a lot of things but this would be new and I’m not sure I can take it. “Won’t it hurt—”

“No more waiting, Liv,” he declares before curling his fingers into a tight fist inside of me. The pain is immediate as I’m stretched past what my pussy can take. “You’re mine.”

He begins pumping his fist inside of me, slow and careful at first, letting me adjust. As he slowly stretches me, my pussy begins to weep for him, and the pain and pleasure mix into the most potent form of ecstasy. It’s like my entire being is on fire, completely consumed with the burn that my monster is pulling from me. I’ll gladly burn in Hell with my demon if it feels thisgood.

“You need the pain don’t you?” he growls in my ear as he continues to punish my pussy. “I’ve seen your soul, my sweet siren. Your scars that you try to hide have called me to you, begging me to set you free.” His words crack the final piece of my resistance and I feel myself slip. I know it’s reckless to give into the chaotic frenzy he demands of me, but I can’t seem to deny him.

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