Page 54 of The Devil Within

“She’s waiting forus?” Her tone holds a hint of hesitant excitement, as if she can’t wait to see her love but isn’t quite sure if this is real.

“Yes, my sweet Flower.” I try to make eye contact with her so she can see my sincerity, but she’s busy cleaning my shaft and her tools with expert precision. My girl is nothing if not detail-oriented with her work, a trait I can definitely appreciate. “She’s expecting us, both of us. I promised her that I would bring you back to her.”

Her eyes rise to meet mine. Hope lines her bright green irises. For the first time in a long time, she looks at me with such a vulnerable sincerity that I think I’ve broken through. I slip a few fingers out of my bindings. Her lips part, letting loose the sweetest little sigh.

Then she swiftly grabs the needle and shoves it through my length yet again.

“Fuck!” I scream, attempting to bend at the waist as far as the binds will allow. Spit sprays from my mouth and splatters against the wood floor beneath us. “What the fuck is wrong with you, you crazy ass—”

“Careful,” she warns as she places the third piece of jewelry through the newly made holes within my cock. “It seems like a poor choice to call the girl currently holding a needle to your dick a crazy bitch.”

I take several deep breaths as I try to calm my rapid heartbeat. My lungs feel as though they might explode and each pump of blood through my veins makes me feel less and less in control.The pain is sharp and tense. It bites at my nerves beneath my skin making everything feel as though it’s on fire.

“What the hell was that one for?”

“You made it sound like she’s relaxing happily on the beach, waiting for her friend to show up and share a fruity fucking cocktail. You kidnapped her and are holding her hostage. Isn’t that right?” She cocks an eyebrow at me, challenging me.

She’s not entirely wrong, she’s just not seeing the big picture. There’s so much more complexity to the situation than that. If she’d just let me explain, I would make it all make sense. But as it is, my cock is throbbing so painfully that I can’t even think straight. I thrust and fight against the binds, releasing another finger. I’m almost fully free now.

“Correct,” I concede.

She nods, seemingly satisfied with my answer. While she busies herself with cleaning my newest holes and her instruments of torture, I attempt to regain control of my body. My nerves are so frazzled that I’m shaking slightly. I take centering breaths, willing the stress that has constricted around my nervous system to unwind.

“Next question, and please do not even think about lying about this one. As much as I think a fourth rung to your ladder would look fantastic with your length—I want an honest answer to this one.”

I swallow against the tightness of my throat. I nod in agreement, encouraging her to proceed with her inquisition.

“Were you playing me this entire time? Was this all some type of sick, twisted game?”

I think for a second as I chew on my words. I really don’t need a fourth fucking piercing in one sitting. I need to make sure my answer is honest but also gives her what she wants to hear.Fuck me.

“No. I’m in love with you.” She moves to grab the needle offthe tray. “Both of you. I’m obsessed with you both, and I couldn’t fathom losing either of you so I made a plan to try to keep you both. I shouldn’t have deceived you, but would you have honestly agreed to come with me and be with me if I told you that I was holding your friend hostage in order to keep her from being murdered by someone even more unhinged than I am?”

She pauses, the steel in her hand glinting in the overhead lights. She seems to weigh my words, processing them slowly as she thinks through the things that have happened. She knows I’m right. She has high walls around her. She gives her pleasure freely, but not her heart. She’d much sooner have fucked me than allowed herself to be vulnerable with me. I may have been a deceptive monster, but it was always for her.

“And why exactly does someone want her dead?”

Shit.

I may be an evil son of a bitch, but I am loyal to my brother. I can’t betray him.

“I’m sorry, Flower. Anything I am and have ever been, I will gladly tell you. I will give you anything and tell you anything you could ever want. But that is not my question to answer.”

Her face morphs into cold fury as she spins away from me again. I know what’s coming now and I desperately fight against the fabric tied around my wrists, pinning them behind my back. It feels soft and stretchy, maybe some type of T-shirt or something. But it’s no use, before I’m able to squirm my hands completely from their confines, she brings the needle back up to the underside of my member. Holding the needle in one black-gloved hand, she uses the other to pull my aching skin tightly. It’s so fucking painful that bile begins to rise in my throat. My entire body jerks as she slides the sharp instrument through my skin. The pain is blindingly sharp and the growl that leaves my lips is animalistic. My muscles flex to an unbearable level as I pull against the knots holding me in place. She quickly andefficiently removes the needle then secures the bar between the two holes in my skin. As she twists the ball closed on the end, the binds keeping me trapped finally release enough to let my wrist slip loose. My left hand falls to my side, free from the restraints. Liv’s eyes go wide as saucers and she scrambles backwards on her ass as I rise to my full height.

“Uh-oh,” I singsong as I cock my head. I assess the cowering creature crouched beneath me. Her terror is absolutely intoxicating. “Looks like you’re no longer in control, Flower.”

She screams before jumping to her feet. She backs up, taking quick but careful steps away from me. I match each of her steps, closing the distance between us and letting her feel the waves of heated fury radiating off of me.

“Get the fuck away from me,” Liv demands but the slight tremor in her voice tells me that she’s not really as confident as she’d like me to believe. She’s afraid, and that knowledge has my cock jerking, painfully, to attention. Even after everything this little nightmare just put me through, she still has my body desperate for her. I’m completely and utterly addicted to this girl, and no matter what happens, it seems I will never be free from the spell she has me under.

Her back hits the window behind her with a deafening thud. The sky outside is a deep and dark shade of late night. Rivulets of rain streak down the clear glass. The only light streaming in is the pale glow of moonlight which bathes my beauty in an eerie glow. She’s an otherworldly apparition. If I weren’t so mad at her I’d be in awe of her vulnerable beauty in this moment. I’d gladly drop to my knees and feast upon her flesh until she had no choice but to give herself over to me if she hadn’t just been such a bad girl. But bad girls don’t get their cunts eaten; bad girls get reminded who they belong to.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, Flower.” I take a tentative step toward her trembling form, savoring the anticipation of herterror. “And bad girls get punished.”

Her hand snakes behind her back. “I’m warning you, Luke, stay away from me.”

I see her slip her hand beneath her dress behind her back in the reflection of the window. It appears that there’s something wrapped around her thigh. Before I have time to process what’s happening, she pulls the gun from behind her back. Pointing the barrel straight at my face, she cocks the gun.

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