Page 28 of Devious Delusions

With his free hand, he taps the middle of my back and pushes deeper into me. “Arms.”

Stretching my arms behind me, I lay my forearms together. He doesn’t hold them in place and pushes my thighs furtherapart. I watch him move, his muscles rippling, the crazed look in his eyes as he watches his fingers and dick.

Asher pushes his other hand under me, and I clench as he circles my clit. The thrusts get harder. His hips slam against my ass and the back of my thighs. The gentle circles are at odds to the violent way he fucks me.

My cheek scrapes against the floor and he adds a third finger, making me scream. The pressure is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before and there are no taunts or reprimands. He just fucks me and looks up, locking his eyes with mine in the glass.

There are three pairs of eyes staring back at me. All of them are familiar and new, but it builds me higher. Asher’s are harder than his thrusts, almost enraged, and my knees slide against the floor as he pushes his fingers down to feel his dick while slapping against my clit.

I scream louder and my arms slip from my back. He grabs one to pull me up and then drops it to hook his arm around my neck. His dick is even deeper in this position, so are his fingers, but he chokes me with the inside of his elbow as he thrusts up with a demand.

“Play with your clit,” his lips are right by my ear, “and come until you’re running down both of our thighs.”

My hand shakes as I weakly lift it between my thighs. It’s partly due to the freak watching and hearing Asher’s harsh breathing. The other part is fear. He’s angry and he has control of my air. So, why the fuck do I want him to cut it off?

Thankfully, he has more control than I do and doesn’t increase the pressure as I lift up on my knees to watch him fuck me. He doesn’t remove his fingers from my ass. His knuckles are cushioned between my ass cheeks, and he thrusts up, biting into the point my neck and shoulder meet. My head rolls, giving him more space as my eyes move in a line between the mask to Asher.

Each pass between them speeds my fingers up until I’m an even bigger mess. His jaw locks, sending shockwaves of pain through my body that mix with the euphoria. We both tense and my mouth opens on a silent scream as it all explodes.

Lights burst behind my eyes, fragmenting the mask, Asher’s eyes, and my own features in front of me. Each particle is like dust floating in front of me and he falls forward, trapping me under him as he thrusts three more times.

14

GHOST

Oh, Delilah. Beautiful Delilah, you fucking ruin everything.

All you had to do was keep your promise. But you’re a whore seeking out any attention you’ll be given.

I resist the temptation of her beautiful body as she shifts in her sleep, causing the sheet to slip down. The red marks on her ass are a warning, a warning to me that she will always be the delusional little thing that causes me misery.

She’s forgotten about me entirely after being fucked hard by her fucking husband. She didn’t tell him to wrap his nasty fucking dick. She let him fuck her raw on the floor like she’s a secret and they weren’t going to crawl into bed together.

That was always our fucking thing.

It was always the two of us who had to sneak around and steal moments. Who got lost in each other and we’d become a mess on the floor, battling each other. She’s moved on too easily. Forgotten me too easily.

Now, it’s time she remembered.

I lift the sheet with the tip of my gloved finger and expose more of her sinful body. This woman… She has everyone in thepalm of her hand at any time. One look from Delilah and she steals souls. She keeps them captive in her mind that twists everything, morphs things from fact to fiction.

The low light from the moon streaming through the windows shows her thighs are still slick. The devious thing hasn’t even put her panties back on. I trace her inner thigh, collecting the evidence of her betrayal on the leather glove, hoping she wakes up.

Will she scream?

For me?

I miss those screams. How hard she’d try to keep them back and her face would turn red. Those screams have kept me company for years when she pushed me away and now, now we’re back together again. But I crave a different type of scream. I don’t want her pleasure—I want her pain.

She stretches her arm, reaching for her fucking husband, and my fingers tighten around the knife in my hand. I’ve already removed him from her reach and her fingers brush the back of his gray t-shirt. Always gray. The weird cunt never sleeps in anything other than a gray t-shirt and his boxers.

Their routine is etched into stone, and she forgets I know her husband as much as she does with how often she’d complain about him. I know their secrets, their dreams, and most importantly, koukla mou’s fears.

Slowly bringing the tainted glove to her lips, I wait for her to move and leave my finger in front of her. It doesn’t take long for her to become uncomfortable, and she turns on her side, facing me. The movement pushes her mouth into my finger. She doesn’t startle. She hasn’t since she started taking those drugs.

I pull my hand back before I end up waking her up by pushing it further into her mouth, so she knows I’m the only one who owns every part of her.

I love you. You know I do, but Asher is…

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