Page 41 of The Devil Within

“I’d like that,” she replies as she willingly takes my hand.

Maybe this night isn’t a bust after all.

With a hand placed possessively on her lower back, I lead her from the restaurant. If I have anything to say about it, soon there won’t be a time when she’s without me or my marks. Ineedthe entire world to know that she’s mine. Her body, her fear, her lust, her goddamn soul are all mine. And there’s only one person I’d consider sharing her with.

I guide her into the car again, but now I’m feeling excessively protective over my girl. So I lean across her and this time her perfume is less overpowering. She smells like her.

“I can manage myself,” she giggles as I buckle her into the car.

Fuck, the way she giggles is so delicious. I want to bottle that fucking sound and keep it.

I lean one arm across the open door of the car and look down at my girl. “I know. But I want to take care of you, Flower. I get the sense that you don’t really have anyone taking care of you, maybe that needs to change.”

I give her a winning grin before rounding the car. Once I’m in the back and certain I’m out of sight, I pull out my phone.

Me: Hey man, can you do me a favor? In about ten minutes forward this text to this number from our burner number.

I quickly finish off my text to Garett by giving him Liv’s number. He has access to our burner phone through his computer and will send it for me. I hate to cut this night short, but I have a naughty little pet at home that needs me to teach her a lesson about following the rules. My Flower will have to wait for another night for me to fuck her. But I will be fucking her. Not as a masked monster, not as a demon, and not as a stalker. No, when I sink my cock into her tight cunt, I want her looking me in the eye. It’s my name I want her screaming while she creams all over herself in intense pleasure.

We cruise back through town at an easy pace as I blast pop punk through my sound system. It’s a little pop for my taste but I think she’ll enjoy it. At least, I hope she’ll enjoy it. I’ve never cared this much about what someone thinks of me, and the feeling is unsettling. My need to feel as though I’m pleasing her in more ways than just through sex is not something I’m usedto with women. But I can’t seem to stop myself from worrying about her and her well-being. It’s fucking exhausting.

I come to an abrupt halt outside her house. She hasn’t checked her phone the entire ride home. That motherfucker better have sent the message. As much as I’d very much love to go into her house and make her come until the point of delirium, I need to make sure that Celeste is secured. If she freaks out and runs, then the entire plan comes crumbling down. Not just for me, but for Garett too. We’ve worked too hard and too long for this revenge; I can’t let it slip through our fingers.

Just as she’s about to turn to me while pushing a lock of her pretty pink hair behind her ear, her phone buzzes.

About fucking time.

Liv looks down and reads the message that has appeared on her screen before blanching. She turns white as a fucking ghost. She may have suspected me before this, but as far as she knows, there’s no way I could be driving the car right in front of her while also sending her text messages as her masked stalker. Good. This should keep her guessing and keep her on her toes a bit longer while we play this fucking game. If she refuses to submit to me completely, then I will play her stupid game of cat and mouse. And when I play a game, I never fucking loose.

“I have to go. Emergency. Sorry,” she mumbles before throwing herself from the car and running back up her walkway.

She doesn’t bother to even turn and look back before she slams the door shut and disappears from my view.

Slipping my phone from my pocket, I pull back up my security app. I watch for a minute before Celeste’s slender form slips through the doorway and she gently closes the door behind her. Her black hair whips across her face as she swiftly scans up and down the hall, making sure she wasn’t caught. Satisfied that her nosey little behavior will remain a secret, she skitters down the hallway into our room.

Oh my sweet little captive, you have no idea how much trouble you’re in.

TWENTY-FOUR

Luke

Devil Eyes by Luke Muzzic

Dropping my keys on the entry table, I call out into the dark expanse of the house beyond, “Oh Sweetness, I’m home.”

I try to mask the displeasure in my voice, luring her into a false sense of safety. She’s probably already skittish after whatever she saw in the control room. Liv and I were gone from the homes that are covered by security cameras. But I’m sure she recognized her own house and her best friend’s house on my wall of monitors that my tech guru best friend insisted on setting up in my new house. He said my simple plan of hiding a nanny cam in her room was absolutely unacceptable. I guess having a best friend that’s a cyber security genius has its perks when it comesto stalking.

Savory smells of delicious food waft from the kitchen as I pad through the dark rooms of the house. This house is entirely too large for the two of us, but soon it’ll be three. Then once I fill my girls with children, the house will be full of love and laughter. The thought sends pleasurable warmth crawling down my spine. I never thought of myself as a family man, not after the shit I went through. But the thought of my girls round and ripe, carrying my fucking children in their wombs … yeah just that daydream has my cock hardening to the point of tenting my slacks. This home is large, secluded, and the style is obscure enough to peak Liv’s interest.

I call her Flower to her face but really she’s a siren, a temptress who has thrown my entire life off course. She came into my world with her vibrance, and strong vulnerability, and turned my entire life upside down. It’s because of her that I couldn’t let Celeste go and it’s because of my intenseneedfor them both that all of my plans have changed. The need for revenge is no longer as important to me as they are. I would burn this fucking world to the ground if it meant I could dance on the ashes with the women who have stolen my entire blackened heart. I am not a good man, but for them, I will be the man they need me to be.

As I enter the kitchen, I loosen the top button of my black shirt and allow myself to soak in the sight in front of me. Celeste is wearing the skimpiest little dress. It’s all frills, and lace, and barely covers her luscious ass. The curve where her backside meets her thighs is visible to me while she reaches forward to grab a pinch of salt and I can’t stop the animalistic growl that leaves my chest as I observe her delicious figure. Fuck, I want to sink inside her and live in her warmth, but first she needs to be taught a lesson.

Maybe I should just be happy she’s still fucking here and didn’t run screaming.

Moving behind her, I wrap my arms around her torso. “It smells good.”

“Thanks,” she mumbles, refusing to lift her head and make eye contact with me. “I wasn’t sure when you’d be back, but I figured I’d have tacos ready just in case.”

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