Page 17 of Unbinding the Demon
“Um, no,” I replied a little too quickly.
“Oh, and why not? I think we’d be very well-suited for each other.”
“Very well suited? How can you claim that when you don’t even know me? You don’t know my favorite color, or anything else about me for that matter!” I waved my hand in exasperation.
He tilted his head to the side as if inspecting my face. “Is your favorite color red?”
I squished my lips into an annoyed straight line. “That was just a lucky guess. Plus, judging by the way you dress, I could easily guess that yours is black.” I pointed up and down at his physique, emphasizing its godlike qualities in a mocking manner.
Another wide grin stretched across his face. “You’re correct. You see, we are well-suited for each other after all. And maybe I’d like the chance to get to know you better.” His gaze lingered on my body, and then he leaned closer, his face mere inches from the side of mine. “Listen, Buttercup, I find you very beautiful, and I know the attraction is mutual.”
“No, it’s not,” I lied.
“Don’t lie. I can see it burning within your eyes and by the way your body reacts around mine.I can smell it even.” My eyes bugged out as he boldly sniffed my hair...What the hell?“With this level of attraction between us, just imagine all the hot, passionate sex we could have. Who knows, I might even tie you up in that secret sex dungeon you spoke of,” he murmured with a shrug.
“Yeah, well, I don’t date blackmailing, murderous kidnappers. So please, just take me home already,” I demanded while leaning away from his lecherous advances, ignoring the way my loins roared to life like a wildfire after a drought. The memory of my erotic dreams flooded my mind as though my brain had turned against me.
“Alright, as you wish.” He stood up and grabbed the plates, bringing them over to the already crammed sink. “I’ll go put a shirt on, then we’ll leave. But don’t think I’m going to drop this matter so easily.”
I looked down at myself, remembering that I was still wearing his shirt—and only his shirt. “Um, where are my clothes?” I made my gentle inquiry before he could slip out of the room.
“They’re on the table next to the front door. Unfortunately, they didn’t dry very well and they’re still filthy. Feel free to keep the shirt you have on, though.”
“Okay, thanks. But I have nothing on under this?” A helpless expression found its way onto my face as I glanced down at the shirt.
“Yes, I’m very aware of that. I’ll get you something to put on under it.” He winked and walked away, his demeanor suggestive.
The sound of his heavy footsteps ascending the stairs echoed through the old house. I stood up and awkwardly waited for his return. A small spider crawling around a dusty cobweb in the corner caught my eye. It really seemed like this was some random old abandoned house he had whooshed me away to in order to murder me. Once he reappeared, he handed me a pair of large, black boxer briefs with an amused smile. I swiped them out of his hand with a scowl.
“These better be clean,” I grumbled and slipped them on. They were rather big, so I had to roll them up at the base a few times, and even so, they were loose.
The entire ride home was filled with never-ending flirtatious advances, all of which I shot down despite how hot and bothered he was making me. I didn’t understand how a simple car ride with the guy could have me feeling like I’d just endured hours of foreplay; yet there I was, with rock-hard nipples and a throbbing pussy. Relief bloomed in my heart when we finally pulled into my driveway. I tried to give him the slip by jumping out of the car as quickly as I could, but he grabbed my arm just in time.
“Remember, we’re partners in crime now, so I’m here for you if you ever need anything,” he said while looking into my eyes with his mesmerizing gaze.
Right.”I drawled while shifting my eyes away from his.
“Really, I mean it. You can trust me with anything. I want you to trust me.” He leaned over, lightly kissed my forehead, and then let go of my arm. “I’ll see you soon, Buttercup.” He smiled with the type of smile that one would expect from a loving husband.
“Well, uh, goodbye.” I waved and then darted straight for the house, not once looking back.
8. Something Sinister
I struggled to keep the oversized boxers from falling off my ass while I rushed up the damp stone path. One hand awkwardly held the undergarments up, using the other to swing the screen door and then the regular door open. I jumped inside, ducked down, and peered out the bottom of the window next to the door. Red brake lights glowed while the black car rolled down the driveway, splashing through the puddles as it turned to disappear down the road. A relieved breath escaped through my nose, and I slid down against the wall to sit on the floor.
I’m alive!
Pepper Paws pranced over with a friendly little meow, and I swooped him up in a big hug. His whiskers tickled my cheeks while he nuzzled my face, purring with a volume that suggested he missed me alot. I couldn’t believe that I had made it out of that precarious situation unharmed. It felt like I’d awoken from a nightmare, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to handle the burden of knowing what had happened to James. I didn’t even want to know what he did with the body. All I could do was hope that Ashton hid all the evidence well enough so that nothing got traced back to us.
“Well, well, well, look who finally decided to show up.” William stood before me with a scowl, hands on his hips, tapping his foot.
“Oh, um, I—uh, well...” I stared up at him with a mixture of nervousness and guilt.
“You crazy fucking bitch! You sure had a wild time at that party last night, didn’t ya?” His false angry demeanor dropped and was replaced by an amused grin and loud laughter.
“You have no idea,” I replied with a blank expression.
“Oh, you can’t even deny it! I totally saw you getting dicked down by that super sexy beast of a man out in the rain. And the way he passionately whooshed you away...Woo! Girl, you animal!You even lost your dress!” He gestured to the shirt I was wearing.
