Page 25 of The Devil Within

He tilts his head and watches intently as he fucks me at a punishing pace. “I wish you could see how pretty this pussy looks stretched around my entire fucking fist.” His words are filthy and degrading, but I can’t help how greedily my body responds to him. I feel my core tighten as my pleasure builds. “Be my good girl. Let go for me.”

“Yes!” I cry out as the wave of release builds to an unrestrained high. I want to let him drag me over the edge. “I’m yours,” I cry out into the rain as I let my masked stalker fist me in an alley behind my work. This is madness and yet I can’t deny how fucking free I feel.

And then it all stops. He extends his fingers and slowly pulls them from inside me. My pussy clenches between my drenched thighs, searching for his touch. I slump down against the wall as he completely releases me. My mouth falls open as I stand up and glare at the face of a monster. I gape at him, confused and frustrated as my impending orgasm slowly recedes.

“Next time you even think about looking at someone else, remember that you’re mine. And if you want to come, you’ll come to me.”

Horrors distorts my face into pure fury as realization hits me. He fucking tricked me. I played right into his fucking game …again. Before I can even react, he lifts the mask ever so slightly and exposes his chiseled jaw covered in dark stubble. He sticks his fingers into his mouth, humming in pleasure as he sucks myarousal from his fingers.

“You taste fucking delicious.” He reaches out and pulls me tightly against his body. Before I know what’s happening, his lips are on mine. His mouth moves against my own in a possessive kiss that has me groaning into his mouth. He takes the opportunity to plunder my opened mouth with his tongue, claiming me with such desperate desire that I can do nothing but hold on and enjoy everything he’s willing to give me.

Pulling back from our kiss, he smirks before putting his mask back down and replacing his hellish facade. He steps back from me, his eyes roaming over my soaked and shaking form. “Remember, my sweet siren. You belong to me.”

And then he’s gone, leaving me alone once again. I’m confused and unsatisfied, standing alone in the rain with no fucking clue what to do next.

FIFTEEN

The Demon

Darkness by XVI

It physically pained me to leave her unsatisfied, but she needs to learn that there are rules. She’s so very nearly ready, but she needs to understand that she belongs to me. She can no longer fuck whoever she pleases. She’s moved from bed to bed, lover to lover, never letting any of them get too close to her. It’s a form of defense—not letting anyone in. She thinks no one sees, no one notices. But I see her. I see her beauty and her strength, but I also see her pain. The only person that she’s allowed past her defensive walls seems to be her one friend, the one she’s all bent out of shape about and thinking I’ve kidnapped her or some shit. I definitely did notkidnapher friend, but for now the whole truth will remain my little secret.

I should not have entered her work. That broke the rules, and I really do not like to break the rules. The rules are there for a reason—they’re meant to be followed. But when I saw her flirting with that girl, something in me snapped. She belongs to me. She is mine. She will understand when I show her all I have done and all I have risked for her. The life I have created for us will be perfect. She just needs to submit to me. Every angry encounter, every blood soaked second, every twisted moment of possessive insanity just further confirms that she is meant to be mine. Her broken soul sings out to me through the chaos of this world, begging me to claim her.

I hated leaving her desperately dripping. The taste of her sweet arousal on my tongue made me nearly feral with the need to sink into her tight cunt and claim her as mine. But she’s not ready yet. Soon, she will be ready for the truth and everything will be perfect.

In the meantime, I need to keep an eye on her. Which is why I’m at this shitty fucking casino. This place is a fucking dump. She comes here routinely every week. Sometimes for a brief time while other days she is here the entire afternoon. This is the first time I’ve risked following her inside. My curiosity got the best of me. She told me at the hall of mirrors that she’s here to see her father and my best friend mentioned something similar. But I need to know what she’s doing in here. I need to see it with my own eyes.

I couldn’t wear my mask inside this seedy rundown casino though. It would draw too many eyes. Most people are too fucking consumed by their own shitty selfishness to even truly see the world around them. They walk through life consumed with only their own whims and woes too stupid to notice the devils that walk among them. But a demonic black and gold mask might be a little hard for even the most moronic fools to not notice. So I opted for a pulled down ball cap and hoodie. Iblend with the other anonymous nobodies slumped sadly on the stools littering this ill-lit bar.

“Can I grab you another beer, buddy?” the elder bartender asks as he approaches my table.

I keep my head bowed with my eyes on the grimy surface of the table. The sticky, linoleum, fake wood makes my skin crawl. Every inch of this place is covered in grime and grit and reeks of years of stale cigarette smoke. If it weren’t for the soulful siren perched across the room, I would be out of here as quickly as possible.

“Sure,” I grunt quietly at the bartender. I can’t have her hear my voice and give myself away.

The bartender returns to his spot behind the bar, leaving me alone to stalk my prey. I’m seated at a table in the back of this shitty as fuck bar with a perfect angle to watch my girl. She’s seated next to an older man whose eyes are glued intently to the televisions in front of him. Her head bobs and her pink curls light up the darkness of this shithole as she talks animatedly. She’s trying so desperately to get his attention. She craves his focus, if only for a moment. But he’s so wrapped up in the basketball game in front of him, he barely seems to hear her. His fingers twitch nervously against the bartop at his elbows. It doesn’t take an investigator to figure out he has money on this game. The problem is that my sweet siren seems determined to get him to care about her. My chest aches for her. No child should have to beg their parent for affection. It’s fucked up. And if he wasn’t her damn father I would pound his face into the bartop until it knocked some fucking sense into him.

This really is what has consumed my sweet siren’s time apparently. She’s been sneaking away from our little games, stealing hours here and there, to beg her daddy for love. Part of me is grateful to know she’s been being a good girl for me and sneaking away just to see him. The other part of me is furiousthat she isn’t the center of his fucking universe. Soon, she will have more affection than she’ll know what to do with. My girl deserves to be loved, and I intend to show her just what a fucking queen she is. My fingers turn white around my near empty beer bottle as I watch the scene playing out in front of me.

“Hello, brother.” A large, possessive hand lands on my shoulder, shaking me from my obsessive thoughts.

The voice of the man behind me is like nails on a fucking chalkboard. I knew it was a possibility to run into him here, but I assumed I’d spot him before he found me. I thought we were past the point where he’d be able to sneak up on me. His presence grates at some deep repressed anxiety, pulling the painful memories of my past back from the depths of my mind. My chest constricts and my pulse skyrockets as his fingers painfully dig into the skin of my shoulder. His expensive cologne wraps around my senses and darkens my sight until all I see is red. The smell is like a trigger, bringing me back to all the helpless moments from my teenage years—moments I thought I had left far behind me.

“Get your fucking fingers off me, Will,” I growl as I fight to keep myself in control. He likes it when I lose control; my madness feeds his own wild obsession with chaos and I’m not giving in to him.

He tuts as he rounds the table to face me. His heated gaze rakes across me and sets every inch of my skin on fire. He comes to a stop in front of me, completely blocking my view of my girl. He looks like he’s taken care of himself in the years since I’ve seen him. He’s lean but muscular with an expensive looking suit that’s tailored to fit him. His boyish blonde hair is now slicked back, giving more presence to his dark and intense stare. I have the urge to jump across the table and throttle him. But I won’t. I can’t.

“That’s no way to greet your brother after years of silence.” Histone is condescendingly slick. He’s always been a wolf hiding in sheep’s clothing. The perfect son, star athlete, good student, fun friend, but underneath lurks something evil.

“You’re not my fucking brother, Will. You’re a sick psycho who made my life a living Hell.” I stare at a spot on the table as I speak to him, focusing on breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth in order to maintain my composure.

“You were always a feisty little sub,” his hand reaches out to grab mine as he speaks to me. His touch makes bile rise in my throat. “It’s that fire that made your submission to me so much sweeter.” His finger grazes across the back of my hand.

I snap.

“I wasn’t your fucking sub, you sick fuck!” I growl as I shove him away.

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