Page 57 of The Devil Within

She looks so peaceful when she sleeps. Her soft breathing and the steady rise and fall of her chest is so comforting. I like to be in control and be able to anticipate every possible outcome for every scenario. And her little stunt was the opposite of control. She’s wild, impulsive, and maddeningly difficult to understand. She drives me fucking insane. And yet, it’s the complete unpredictable chaos she brings to my life that has me addicted. My cock is still throbbing from the lack of my release mixed with the pain from the many, many fucking holes she just put in it. I’m curious how the piercings will make my girls feel while they ride and writhe on my lap. Shit, the thought has my tenderized dick twitching painfully again.

This fucking girl.

She crashed after I fucked her with her gun. And I can’t blame her, she must be exhausted after everything I’ve put her through lately. I’m fully aware that I’ve been a possessive and deceptive asshole, but I will do anything, be anything, and go to any lengths for my girls. The intense need I feel to claim them both is absolutely maddening. The obsession of us all being together has snaked beneath my skin, slithered its way into my soul, and firmly implanted itself within the dark recesses of my mind. One is not enough—I need them both.

The thought of having them together makes my cock jump again, the pain hitting me immediately as my tender new piercings throb. Fucking Liv and her chaos. I have a feeling that I’ll be spending the rest of my eternity chasing her through impulsive decision after impulsive decision. Isn’t that what they say about soulmates though—they’re the other half of you, the part you need in order to be complete. Opposites attract or whatever the fuck they say. We’re definitely opposites. Liv is loud, colorful, and impulsive, which I am most certainly not. Celeste is a walking contradiction—soft yet cold, sensitive yet tough. She feels so strongly but is extremely cautious. She comes off like a bitch at times but is also desperate to be loved. Her desire for love and commitment is something Liv and I both lack. We all need each other—pieces all meant to fit together.

I didn’t really have a plan fully formed when I took Celeste from Garett, all I knew was that I couldn’t let her go. But over the last few months, it’s become clearer and clearer that we’re all meant to be. I’m not a monogamous man anyway, one partner would never be enough. I might not want to share them with an outsider, but between each other, hell yeah I’m happy to let them have their relationship too.

Now I will bring my girl home to where she belongs; I’m aware it’ll be a transition for us all—learning how to be in a relationshipwith each other. As I continue to drive further out of town, to where the street lamps grow fewer and the trees grow more dense, the anticipation of bringing them together again has my stomach rolling. I slide my phone from my pocket, the intense need to check on my girl gnawing at me. She no doubt is worried. I’m home promptly most nights unless I’ve informed her that I would be out late. I’ve never gone this long without checking in on her. I pull up the cameras and find her in a little strappy number, anxiously pacing in our room. Something pulls at my heart as I watch her anxiety. I’m supposed to be the source of her strength and comfort, not her pain. I gun the gas, willing us to get back to her sooner.

When we finally pull into the long driveway, the headlights throw cascading beams of light across the ancient mansion. The tall dormers and the gothic-style home cast long shadows across the ground thanks to the large moon hanging above. I was hesitant about this house at first. I needed a place outside of town, somewhere private, and this totally fit the bill. I bought it under an LLC, a subsidiary of a foreign corporation that Garett set up. Technically, no one owns this house should anyone look into it. When I first saw it, it was a damn mess. It had been built by some eccentric business owner in the late 1800s and had stayed in the family until they all eventually died or moved away, leaving the house to sit and decay. The bones were there when I toured it, but I had to put a lot of fucking work into it to make it what it is now. It still needs some improvements, but slowly Celeste has been working to turn it back into a family home. I think she’s even been doing research on the family who originally owned it. She’s convinced there was a murder and ghosts live in the attic or some shit. I’m sure Liv will jump right into the ghost stories and decorating. Together, the three of us will make this our home.

I bring the car to a stop in front of the steps leading to the largeand ornate double doors. My Flower doesn’t wake. I reach out a tentative finger and brush it against her cheek, reveling in the fact that she’s here, with me,mine. Her skin is soft and supple, tan and flawless. A vibrant curl has fallen across her forehead during the ride and I gently push it behind her ear. She stirs slightly, mumbling something incoherent. I slip from my seat, closing the door softly behind me, before rounding the car to her side; I open her door and lean in to unbuckle her. The jolt causes her to stir again, but not wake completely.

“Flower, we’re home,” I whisper into her ear, urging her back to consciousness.

Her long, dark eyelashes softly flutter open as she wakes. Her hand shoots out in her groggy state to grab mine, her fingers interlacing between my own. The intimacy of the gesture makes my insides warm with possessive pride. I’ve never seen her this soft before, almost innocent looking. It’s a new side of her that I very much enjoy. Putting one hand on her back, I slide the other behind her knees and lift her from the car. I use my hip to close the door as I carry her toward our front steps. The sudden movement throws her into full consciousness and she jumps in my arms.

“Luke.” she breathes out on a surprised exhale. Her pink, plump lips look so fucking biteable right now. The string of bite marks and hickies I left along her neck and collarbone are now visible in the moonlight, and I can’t help the swell of approval I feel when I see my marks on my woman. It’s intoxicating.

“Welcome home, love.”

I place her on her feet, keeping my palm splayed across her back as I let her take in the home in front of us. I watch nervously as her eyes take in the gothic mansion surrounded by dark woods. She appraises every inch of the structure before turning back to me.

“This is for me?” she asks, a small tear glimmering in her eye.

“No, Flower, this is forus. All of us. I saw this home and it seemed like the perfect place for all three of us to make our home. Do you like it?”

She’s hesitant for a moment, clearly warring with herself before a small smile pulls across her face and she lets her fingers slide in mine. “I love it.” she states softly and gives my hand a gentle squeeze.

Turning toward me, she hesitantly wraps her arms around my core before laying her head against my chest. It’s off-putting to have this fragile little thing embracing me so tenderly. I’m not usually the type of guy women smother with soft affection. I’ve had Celeste wrapped around me many times in the last few weeks, but this is different. This isn’t carnal desire, nor is it comfort, this is something more loving. Her joy is apparently contagious as my mouth breaks into a silly grin.

She pulls away but grabs my hand in hers. “Can we go inside?” she asks, already dragging me up the front steps and toward the door.

The thought occurs to me that maybe I should carry her over the threshold of our home, but I want her to walk in on her own volition. So when we reach the front, I type the passcode into the pad by the door; the locks disengage with an audible noise, and Liv pulls on the matte black ornate handle. The twin doors are antique wooden pieces with animals and gargoyles carved in oak. Matte black steel is used for the hinges and pulls to complete the gothic design. They were a fucking fortune to restore, but I have to admit, they do look pretty fucking cool.

We step past the threshold and she sucks in a sharp breath. Her hot pink hair bounces as she whips her head from side to side, taking in the tall foyer with ornate details throughout.

“It’s gorgeous,” she nearly whispers.

I weave my fingers back through hers and tug her further into the house. “Come on in. I’ll give you the full tour in the morning,but right now there’s someone who needs your attention.”

Her head whips toward me, her bright eyes finding mine. “Celeste?”

I nod, leading her to the elaborate staircase in the center of the home. “She’s upstairs, waiting for us.”

Liv damn near shoots up the stairs as she hurries toward our girl. Her anticipation and excitement makes my insides burn with pleasure. For the first time in a very, very long time, someone else’s happiness matters to me as much as my own. I’d slice open my own damn wrists and waste away if it’d make these two happy. I’d do anything for them. When my need to possess them grew into this intense obsession, I’m not really sure, but I do know that I’d burn the world to the fucking ground if these two desired to dance in the ashes.

I lead her down the right hallway upstairs to the primary bedroom. It was originally two rooms but I had them combine it into one giant suite, big enough to accommodate the three of us. The heavy door is shut tightly. I remove my hand from Liv’s tight grip, beckoning her forward. She takes a deep breath, wipes her hands on her short skirt, and opens the door.

I watch from the doorway and casually lean my shoulder against the frame as Liv tentatively walks into the room. My good girl Celeste is on her knees, head bowed in submission with a curtain of raven hair covering her face. Her pale skin glows in the low light of the room. Black straps barely cover any of her pristine flesh. Fuck, she looks good. My cock twitches in my pants at the sight of my submissive little pet waiting for her master. But tonight is for them. I’ll gladly hang back and watch.

“Celeste?” Liv’s voice comes out as a whisper. Her steps falter as she approaches our pet.

I can see Celeste tense. I know her body so well at this point that I can read even her slightest movements. She wants to react but I’ve trained her well. My sweet sub won’t move unless she’sallowed to. Such a good fucking girl.

Liv hesitantly steps closer. “Celeste?” She tries again.

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