Page 38 of The Devil Within

Shoving two fingers in my tight channel, I imagine it’s her cunt I’m fucking. I picture being on my knees for her with her pussy in my face while I fuck her with my tongue and fingers. She’d praise me and tell me what a good girl I am. Something about being with her is so satisfyingly sweet. Despite the dirty things I do here with Luke, I sometimes feel like there’s something missing. There’s a history with Liv. She knows me so well that she can turn me on with a single touch. The way her fingers skim lightly across my skin, the way her curves caress mine—it’s all so addicting.

“Please, babe,” I whine in a whisper as I watch her ride the toy in her hand.

She looks so fucking gorgeous. Even through the screen Ican see the way her body flushes with need as she approaches release. Fuck, she looks so good. My own pussy flutters around my fingers. I reach my other hand beneath my sweatshirt and play with my breast, twisting and rolling my nipple between my fingers. My heated breath fogs the screen as I fuck myself on my hands. Liv’s release crashes into her as her back bows off the bed and her body tightens with electric pleasure. Watching her come for herself on the screen is so satisfyingly filthy that it sends me over the edge. I silently scream into the screen as my own pleasure surges through me. I come all over my hand, covering my fingers with my own release as I watch my best friend reach the crest of her own ecstasy.

And then she’s done. She pulls the pink toy from her pussy and places it on her nightstand before turning over and falling asleep. I watch as her breathing becomes slow and steady. With a groan I pull my drenched fingers from inside my pants and wipe them on the black material. This is so wrong. I should not have done that. But just as I’m about to turn and leave to shower off, movement on the video catches my eye. A man in black exits Liv’s closet. I’m unable to pull my eyes from the illuminated screen as Luke approaches my best friend’s sleeping, half-naked form. He lays a chaste kiss on her forehead before turning and looking directly into the camera. His dark eyes narrow, staring directly at me. I jump backwards, a startled cry leaving my lips at the seemingly seeing darkness swirling in his eyes. It’s as if he knows I’m watching, knows I know where he is, and that I’ve seen what I just did.

I stumble backwards and my ass hits the table behind me. I scream and grab one of the computers before it can fall to the floor. When I look back up at the screen, Luke is gone and Liv is sleeping peacefully in bed.

Panic burns through my veins, causing my heart to beat erratically as I hurriedly leave the room. Running down the hall,I collapse into my bedroom. It’s still daylight out. There’s no way he knows, no way he could have seen me. Everything is fine. I’m fine.

But the question remains,why the fuck is my kidnapper stalking my best friend?

TWENTY-THREE

Luke

Somebody Told Me by Motionless in White

The rain beats rhythmically against the windshield of my Audi. I know the car is flashy and slightly ridiculous, but I’ve worked damn hard to get where I am so I intend to show off a little. The black leather interior looks crisp and pristine inside the rumbling sports car. I made sure to get my car detailed in preparation for tonight. I want—no, I need—to show Liv that we’re meant to be.

It’s fun being her stalker, playing with her, and having her run from me. She’s seemed to enjoy the games we’ve been playing too. My girl likes the chase. But I also need her to realize that we’re meant to be more than that. She’s meant to be mine just as I’m meant to be hers. I’ve never felt more sure of anything in mylife. I just have to convince her.

Tonight there’s no games, no masks, no bullshit. I get to show off my girl like the damn jewel she is.

The phone in the cup holder buzzes again. After we planted Celeste’s phone in Brody’s possession, Garett did some tech genius shit in order to route all new incoming texts to duplicate to this burner cell. This way I can keep an eye on things … including getting insight into what my sweet siren is thinking. She’s been texting Celeste all day about this date I have planned. It’s cute how nervous she is considering we stabbed someone together just nights ago. I like that she’s nervous for our date, it means she cares about this.

Pulling up to the sidewalk outside her tiny little cottage, I put the car into park. The moment that I do, I look up and catch her standing outside, waiting. I quickly snap a picture and send it off before shoving the burner into the center console and swinging my car door open. I step out into the rain, open my umbrella, and am immediately struck by the beauty of the goddess in front of me. She’s wearing some tight little black dress that seems to be made of strips of stretchy fabric wrapped around her delicious curves. It shows off her ample breasts. Damn, she has perfect tits. I can’t wait to rip that skimpy little dress off her and cover her beautiful breasts in bite marks.

The urge to cover her in possessive marks is so strong that the thought has my cock twitching in my slacks. I want her covered in colorful impressions of where I’ve touched her and claimed her as mine. Bite marks, hand prints, hickeys, welts—you name it. I want to see hercoveredin them.

As I walk up her sidewalk, I can feel my heart pumping over time in my chest. I’m never nervous for dates, but this whole situation is … unusual. I’m simultaneously worried about my date with Liv tonight and showing her that we’re meant to be so much more than the games we’ve been playing, while alsokeeping an eye through my phone on my little pet back home. I’ve left my sunglasses on, hiding my face and nervous insecurity from her. I take in her entire look—her pink curls are styled perfectly, her makeup is sexy and sophisticated, and her outfit is stunning. She’s still covered in tattoos and piercings that give off a ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibe but she clearly tried to dress up for this evening. And that fact has me feeling like I’m walking on fucking air.

“You look almost too good to take out. I’m half tempted to take you inside and skip dinner,” I quip as I ascend the steps up to her covered porch where she’s standing and slightly peer up from under the umbrella to meet her gaze. I’d get rid of the cumbersome thing but I don’t want her to have to worry about her hair.

“I believe you promised me a nice dinner first,” she quips right back at me and I can’t help the smirk from pulling at my lips. Always my fiery little love.

Holding out a hand to her, I offer her a place underneath the open umbrella. “We better get going then.”

My heart beats erratically. Will she take my hand? Is she ready to accept this—accept us? Is she ready to not just be my prey, but to bemine? Does she want the man beneath the mask?

Her thin fingers gently glide into my hand. She’s so soft and smooth. Her warmth immediately floods my cold skin and I can’t help but curl my hand around hers.

She allows me to guide her down the steps, putting her trust in me, as we walk toward my car. Her high shoes clank against the sidewalk and the sound is so unlike her that it sends prickles down my skin. I’m used to seeing her in combat boots. I like her best in no shoes and no clothing but I couldn’t take her out like that. I hope she’s not uncomfortable now though. Her comfort is far more important than trying to impress me or some shit. I’ll just have to keep an eye on her and carry her if needed.

I open the door and tactfully look away while still holding her hand as she lowers herself into the low bucket seats of my Audi. Once she is settled and her seatbelt is secure, I flash her a smile and close the door.

“Nice car,” she states as I push the button and the loud engine purrs to life.

Navigating easily through her neighborhood, which I’ve driven through many times since my obsession began, I let her have pieces of the man beneath the monster. “I grew up dirt poor. Like barely enough money to survive—poor. I always promised myself that when I grew up I’d make enough money to buy myself a stupid expensive car. I know it sounds silly,” I maneuver the car effortlessly toward downtown, “but when I bought this car it felt like a promise I had to keep. Like I could look back and let that poor, hungry little kid know that he didn’t need to worry anymore.”

She looks pale and flustered.Shit. I was trying to be open and let her see more of me. I want to show her that the broken, jagged pieces of our souls are made to fit together. I felt it the first time I saw her—there’s a part of me that craves her, needs her. And I know that if she’d just fucking let me in and stop being so damn scared, she’d feel it too. I’ll be her masked monster for as long as she needs until she’s ready to admit that fate has brought us together. I’m just hoping that this date would be a good first step toward my ultimate goal.

They will both be mine, even if I have to drag them kicking and screaming the entire fucking way.

“Shit. Sorry. Maybe that was an overshare for a first date,” I mumble as I rev the engine angrily.

“No! Shit,” she stumbles over her words as a slight flush turns her tanned cheeks the most delicious shade of ruby red. “I’m sorry. I’m just not used to people being so open and vulnerable.” Her hand reaches out, finding my own. Shesqueezes reassuringly and if I had any doubts before about any of this, they’re immediately put to rest. “It’s nice. I grew up with just my dad. And he’s great, don’t get me wrong, but things weren’t always easy. I know what it’s like to just want to grow up and be able to do better.”

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