Page 30 of The Devil Within

“I’m a bad man but not an unfair one. I always give my victims an opportunity to save themselves. You’ve been running from everyone your whole life, so let’s see how good you are at it. The only way you’re getting out of here alive is if you manage tooutrun us and disappear into the night.”

He approaches her again while loading the crossbow. I can physically feel my blood pressure rising, the need to protect her overriding my normal sense of self-preservation.

“If I catch you, I’ll pierce your eager little heart with an arrow. This isn’t a game. You need to understand that. I’d do anything to make her love me, even if that means sacrificing your life.”

Then she runs.Shit, she’s out of my grasp now. Running desperately over the uneven terrain, I follow my girl. I watch as her plump little ass bounces as she flees. Something feral and animalistic inside of me likes her running from me. My cock thickens in my pants as I get closer and closer to her terrified form. I want to tackle her to the ground, pin her down, and sink my cock into her tight little pussy again. I want her covered in my marks and my cum so that she never again questions who she belongs to.

She comes to a screeching halt in the middle of an outcropping of giant pines. The air is so cold that it leaves her pretty pink lips in white wisps. She’s so scared, so vulnerable, so fucking perfect.

Slinking around the back of one of the ancient tree trunks, I circle my prey. From here, I can smell her fear. She smells like roses—floral with a hint of sweetness. The smell has my mouth watering at the thought of sinking my teeth into her pale flesh. She’s shivering and cowering; I just can’t help the smile that pulls at my lips as I creep up behind her.

I swiftly wrap my arms around her torso, encircling her in my embrace. She shrieks in fear and begins to flail. She kicks and scratches at me, but I hold tight. I’m not letting her get away.

“Fuck! Stop! Stop already!” I continue to hold tightly to her while whispering in her ear, willing her to calm down. “It’s me! Stop, Sweetness.”

That seems to do the trick. She stops fighting and allows herself to just be held. I place her feet lightly on the ground,making sure she remains in my grasp where I can protect her.

“Shh. It’s okay, everything’s okay. I got you now. Just breathe with me okay?” I whisper into her ear as I lay my palm flat against her chest. I push down and up lightly, helping to guide her breathing.

It’s a trick I learned in one of the group homes. I had anxiety attacks for a while when I was first removed from my mom’s care. I’d wake up from a nightmare in a full blown panic. One of the older kids there taught me that regulating your breathing physically would force your body to calm down. It’s how I’ve regulated my anxiety ever since.

“Please don’t kill me,” she finally whispers.

How could this beauty think I would want to harm her? Well, I do want her pain, but only when used to bring her pleasure. My girl seems to be a bit of a pain slut and I am more than happy to indulge her needs. Especially if those needs get me closer to my obsession. I know it might be fucked up to use one girl to win over a second, but I’m determined to have them both. My Sweetness and my Flower will both be mine, no matter what.

Spinning her swiftly, I move to cup her face between my palms. She scans my face, looking for something. I want to comfort her, but that’s not something I’m used to doing. I’m more of a fuck buddy than a boyfriend. But for her—for them—I will be whatever they need.

“You’re mine, Sweetness. Your pleasure, your pain, your fear, your submission is all mine. And I take good care of what’s mine.” I bring my lips to hers in a bruising kiss, hoping to convey all the things I don’t and can’t say with words. She gasps and I use the opportunity to slip my tongue between her ruby lips. I plunder her mouth with a possessive fury.

Then another arrow whizzes past our heads, hitting the tree beyond us with a deafening thud. Splinters of wood fly through the air and she screams as she clings tightly to me. She spinsinstinctively but I hold her firmly against me.

“Luke, you knew what she was from the start.” Garett approaches with the crossbow pointed directly at us.

“I know that was the plan, but I have a new one,” I inform him. “You’re going to give her to me.”

Garett laughs. He shouldn’t laugh. I’m not fucking kidding. I hold my girl securely, refusing to back down. Her bare ass rubs against my already hardened cock and I can’t help but grind into her. I know that now is reallynotthe time for this, but I can’t help the way my body reacts to her. There’s a pull between us that is undeniable. I want to crawl under her skin and wrap myself around her soul.

“She’s not yours to keep, Luke. We need her dead for the rest of this plan to work. You know that.”

“No,” I inform him as my hand moves down Celeste’s body to her needy little pussy, stroking her lightly. “You need her gone, not dead.”

I pull her flush against my body, letting her feel how hard she makes me even in the face of danger. Her pussy dampens and I can’t help myself. My need for her is fucking endless. I roughly slip two fingers in her tight little cunt, letting her walls throb around them. My fingers quickly drip with her arousal and the cum I just pumped into her tight pussy. She gaps and the desperate little sound is the only confirmation I need that she wants this.

Garett watches with rapt attention and his anger slowly melts as he watches my sweet little thing writhe on my fingers. She moans when I bring my thumb to her clit and flick the hardened nub. He licks his lips and smirks as he watches the show we’re putting on for him.

“She does seem to be desperate for your cock, brother. It would be a shame to waste such a submissive little slut,” my best friend croons as he watches me finger fuck our little captive. My owncum mixed with her leaking desire drips down my hand as I add a third finger and curve them against her bundle of nerves in her inner walls. “What’s this plan then? How can she be gone and not dead?”

“Let me keep her. Let me take her and make her my good little pet,” I suggest as I feel her walls flutter around me. My little slut is close already. “She’ll be a good little girl for me, won’t you, Sweetness?” I lick a path up her neck, tasting the potent mix of her fear and desire.

She moans but doesn’t respond and that just won’t do. My other hand snakes through her black hair and pulls her head back sharply. “You will answer your master when I address you. Is that clear, pet?”

She looks between myself and Garett for a moment, assessing her options. I don’t like her hesitancy. Ineedher submission.

“Yes, Sir,” she manages to choke out between breathy moans.

I release her hair and bring my hand down to her neck. I’ll have to get my pet a collar, but for now a hand necklace will have to do. I squeeze enough to leave a mark but not enough to choke her out completely. Her eyes bulge slightly in fear and fuck if that fear isn’t the most exquisitely sinful thing I’ve ever seen. I want it all from this girl—her fear, her pleasure, her pain, her submission, her desire.

Garett steps up in front of us, bringing his hand up to her throat along with mine. We squeeze her throat together, dragging her to the brink of unconsciousness. His other hand moves to his zipper as he opens his pants and lets his hardened cock spring free. The piercing at the end glimmers in the moonlight. Our hands touch around Celeste’s throat while he uses his other hand to fuck himself. Together, the three of us grunt and moan as we all chase our release. Garett’s eyes find mine and I can’t stop myself from looking down, watching him fuck himself as we bring our little Angel to the brink of ecstasy.

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