Page 68 of The Devil Within

“Oh Flower, I am utterly obsessed with you,” Luke growls in my ear as he plants sweet kisses along my shoulder. “But I told you that you weren’t allowed to come again tonight and you just came all over those fingers, didn’t you?”

My pussy clenches at his hushed and harsh tone.

“Are you ready to take your punishment, Flower?” he growls and my stomach flips with anticipation.

I will never tire of this, of them, of us.

“Do your worst, Demon.”

“Grab me another slice of cheese!” Celeste hollers from the other room as I turn the corner and enter the kitchen.

I smile to myself, completely content with our life in thismoment. Dirty sex before pizza, beer, and a movie with my girlfriend and our boyfriend, what more could a girl ask for? After forcing Celeste to lay in place for at least twenty minutes, during which time Luke made sure my ass would remember tomorrow what a bad girl I was tonight, she convinced us that it was time to refuel. Luke had brought home pizzas that he picked up on his way home and I had brought back beer after my shift. The ideal Friday night. I can’t help the smile curving at my lips as I reach into the fridge to retrieve another three bottles.

As I straighten back up, I feel my phone buzz in my back pocket. It’s probably Paul with an appointment request for this weekend. I try not to work too much on the weekends, preferring to spend the time with my loves, but weekends are the money makers for a piercer. I slide the phone from my back pocket as I walk to the kitchen counter where the pizza boxes are spread out and gently place the bottles down. I stare at the screen and I’m surprised at what I see.

My phone shows a new media message from Erika. I haven’t talked to her in weeks. Luke wired Will all of the money my father owed without me having to be involved at all. He told me all about Will and the shit that he’s done to Luke as well as countless others. He told me that he doesn’t want me anywhere near Will, Erika, or any of their people ever again. I don’t disagree with him. Having them out of my life and the weight of that past pain off my shoulders has made me feel considerably lighter. I will alway have the scars of my past, but thanks to my demon, I can see a brighter future for the first time in my life.

I flit my eyes to the doorway, making sure no one has followed me in here. I know that Luke would tell me to delete the message and block her number. That would be the smart thing to do, and yet…

The message contains several pictures. Most of them show Celeste in bondage type situations—tied up, blindfolded,restrained. She’s nude in all of them. Luke is also in all of them. Some of them show him fucking her. In others he’s punishing her. Out of context they look …bad. Like really fucking bad. I was there during several of these but I’ve been cropped out of the pictures. If someone were to see just these photos they’d think something evil and depraved was going on here. I know that our relationship is unconventional, but it’s also healthy, consensual, and full of love. If someone were to judge us based solely on these pictures, they’d see something very different.

Along with the pictures is a link to an article about Celeste’s disappearance. It shows her smiling school photo and gives a brief overview of the events leading up to her being ‘reported missing by a close friend.’ Guilt twists in my gut when I realize that I am that friend. Without my pushing for the police to get off their asses, they may not have published this article about her that led Erika to connect all the pieces. The end of the article discusses a reward being offered for anyone with any information on Celeste’s whereabouts. A sizable reward.Fuck.

There’s one final message that comes in after the photos and article.

Erika: Monday. The casino. 4 PM. Come alone.

My breath catches in my throat and my dinner threatens to rise back up. My first thought is to run to Luke, but I can’t. If I tell Luke, he might do something rash and then Erika could give the cops these photos.How the fuck did she even get these photos?They look like they were taken from inside our house. I pull the pictures back up and study them. They’re all from the playroom. I know Luke has a security system installed with cameras all over the house and grounds. Could they have hacked into those cameras somehow? Whatever the hell is going on, I know thatI can’t tell Luke. He’ll want to handle this himself, but I can’t let him. If these pictures get out, he’ll go to prison. He will be disbarred. Their plan for revenge will be ruined. He will lose everything. I can’t let that happen.

“Need help with the beers?” Luke asks from the doorway.

I jump in surprise, almost dropping my phone in the process. I catch the device before it falls and swiftly slid it into my back pocket. Luke cuddles up next to me, placing a soft kiss against my temple as he grabs the three beer bottles I abandoned.

“Who was that?” he asks, indicating my phone.

My palms sweat and my insides churn. I don’t want to lie to him but I don’t see any way around it.

“Just Paul.” I shrug and grab two pieces of cheese from the box before slipping away from him and crossing back into the living room.

Celeste plants a sweet kiss on my cheek as I settle back into the couch next to her and hand her the slice of pizza. Luke places our beers down on the coffee table and turns back on the movie we were watching. They both laugh and flirt as we watch the movie but my mind is miles away.

Sliding my phone back out from my pocket, I pull up the message from Erika and respond before I can change my mind again.

Me: I’ll be there.

THIRTY-SEVEN

Luke

Bad Blood by Alisxn Gray

“You were a real shark in there today,” Richard, one of the partners at our firm, directs toward me with a friendly knock on my shoulder.

His beer sloshes from his frosted mug, dripping onto the wool of my jacket. My annoyance grows exponentially. I don’t like people touching me or my things. His other arm is slung around our assistant as she sips some fruity martini and snuggles up to her very married boss.

I plaster on the fakest smile I can muster. “Thanks Richard.” I lift my own mug in mock cheers.

“The way you went after that cop on the stand.” David, one of the other lawyers at the firm, lets out a long, low whistle.

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