Page 47 of The Devil Within

Of course he hacked into the police files and read the reports. I can barely contain my eye roll.

“Wasn’t you, was it?” I ask as I sit next to him.

He snorts. “His cock had bite marks all over it. Does that sound like me?”

“Guess not,” I concede. “So who was it?”

“Don’t know and don’t care.” He sounds like he means it. He’s not disturbed at all that someone else is killing the same group of assholes we are out to eliminate. “One less fucker to worry about. Now you just have to worry about Will, and I need to make sure Brody gets put away.”

My foster brother’s name causes a wave of nausea to roll over me. I hate that motherfucker with everything in my being. He ruined my adolescence and is the ring leader of this group of rapist fucks. He’s the worst of them all, controlling and commanding the others. We saved Brody and Will for last on our list. They deserve to suffer the most.

“Any leads on my brother dearest?” I ask with sarcasm rolling around with a bitter taste in my mouth. I drink more whiskey to try to cleanse my mouth and stomach.

“Actually,” Garett stands and walks across the room to the large dining table covered in papers. He grabs some of the many pages and brings them back over, handing the photos to me.“Yes. Seems like he’s working under a different last name at a casino down south.”

My blood turns to ice as I look through the shots. Picture after picture shows my foster brother at a very familiar casino. One that’s run down and dirty. The same one I’ve followed Liv to for weeks.

“Fuck!” I yell as I throw my glass. The tumbler shatters against the wall, amber liquor dripping to the floor. “If he so much as touched a single fucking hair—”

Garett’s firm grip on my shoulder grounds me back to the present. “He hasn’t gotten anywhere near the pink-haired bimbo you’re obsessed with.”

I spin on him, shoving him backwards. “Don’t fucking call her—”

He holds up his hands in surrender. “As far as I can tell, Will is running some type of illegal gambling business. As long as your girl isn’t a gambler, she should be fine.”

I calm slightly but my heart is still thundering. I don’t like any of this, but he’s right, Will should have no reason to interact with Liv. Still, I need to figure out how to get her away from there.

“First, we make sure Brody is put away. Then we will deal with Will, okay?” Garett urges.

“Fine,” I agree before turning and storming from his house.

As I settle back into my car ready to speed home, I can’t stop myself from pulling out my phone to calm my anger. Both my girls are safe and sound, right where I left them.

TWENTY-SEVEN

Celeste

Love Like Mine by Stela Cole

A few days later

“Such a good girl, keeping my cock nice and warm in that sweet little mouth,” he praises as he strokes my soft cheek.

The ring gag prevents me from closing my mouth, but even if I could, I wouldn’t. I love the feel of him inside me—in my mouth, in my pussy, hell, even in my ass. I’ve become addicted to this man’s cock. Soon I’ll have both his cock and Liv’s cunt, and I’ll be the happiest little captive there ever was.

In the past few weeks that I’ve been here, I’ve learned that Luke is a big fan of cock warming. Most nights we fall asleep with his spent length still inside me. And for the last week, he’s beentraining me to keep him in my mouth while he works. It’s torture for my jaw but we’ve been working on building up my strength so I’m able to sit between his knees, warming his cock while he works for longer periods of time. At first, I was hesitant about just sitting here on the harsh wooden floors with the grooves digging into the skin of my bent legs, my head on his lap, and his cock in my mouth. But the anticipation of what’s coming for me at the end if I’m a good little pet for him, is unbearably exciting. I’m beginning to love our training sessions and the inevitable multiple orgasms I get at the end.

Luke occasionally does his work here in the monitor room now that it’s not his secret bad guy lair. He told me all about his plans involving Liv, and while it might be a bit unconventional, he’s right; she has walls built up around her that are higher than fucking Sleeping Beauty’s tower. So, if we want her to let down those walls and let us in, an unconventional approach might be needed. I’m not very helpful in terms of going out of the house, but apparently being the bait is more helpful anyway. A secret, dark part of me is thrilled that she’s willing to go to such lengths and let herself be jerked around by a masked stalker in order to find me. There was always a part of me, a very insecure part, that was uncertain of how she felt about me. I had a secret crush on my best friend for years, but she’s always been so cool, open, and free, and I’m so …not.I assumed if I shared my feelings with her she’d laugh at me or ‘let me down easy’ and it would ruin our friendship. I would rather be her friend than lose her, so I never said anything. But hearing Luke talk about the absolute desperation with which she’s been looking for me has me rethinking everything. It seems wild, but Luke’s vision of a happy throupling future might just work.

Some of the time he’s in here scheming about Liv or watching back footage, but he also does a lot of work that I don’t quite understand. When he’s working on cases for the law firm, hedoes that on his work computers that are spread out in the dining room. But in here, he uses different computers and is definitely not working on traditional cases. When I asked him about it, he told me that he does some work for Garett’s cybersecurity business but seemed hesitant to elaborate. I’m not sure if he doesn’t want to tell me because it is confidential, boring, or dangerous. I grew up in a religious backwater commune—I know what a fucking gun safe looks like, and the fact that he has one in here has a gnawing worry perpetually nagging at me. I try not to think about it too much though, I’m sure it’s just for protection and that the business is on the up and up. At least, I hope that’s what’s going on here.

Drool is building up in my mouth, threatening to spill over my lips and run down my chin. It’s degrading, but a sudden rush of tingling pleasure runs up my spine at the thought of being so wet for him. The knowledge that I’m his good girl, being used as his pet and plaything like this, has me squeezing my thighs together in order to get some relief. I can’t help myself from stroking the underside of his soft length with my tongue. He twitches as I grind against a particularly sensitive vein.

“Such a naughty girl, always wanting your master’s cock. Aren’t you?” he growls from above the desk that I’m perched underneath.

I softly moan around him in agreement. I am completely and utterly consumed by my desire for this man. His chair pulls backwards, allowing me to see him. His heated gaze meets mine and I practically melt on the spot. I let my tongue travel up and down the length of him again. The seductive movement causes his cock to harden slightly in my mouth, cutting off a bit of my air, and forcing spit to fall over my lips and down my chin.

“Fuck,” he moans and throws his head back as I reposition to take his quickly stiffening length better into my mouth. I work my spread lips up and down his length, sucking him as best I canwith the gag still in. “Does my pet need to be played with?”

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