Page 29 of Devious Delusions

It’s complicated, and I can’t leave him.

Her lies repeat in my head.

Lie.

Lie.

Fucking. Lie.

She forced me to become her ghost, to haunt her, because she haunts me every fucking minute of every fucking day since the moment she walked into my life. Every moment, every conversation, every goddamn fucking look Delilah has given me is there like a movie reel replaying my mistakes. The last mistake was trusting her, the first was wanting her.

I can’t get rid of the life she infused into my veins, so now I’m left with no choice but to remind her of all the broken promises.

Flirting with satiating my contempt, I trace the side of her throat with the tip of the knife. It would be so easy to drive it through her neck, to watch her choke and splutter, to look up at me confused why I’m doing this to her. But she deserves a worse punishment. And I deserve release.

I keep the blade kissing her pulse point as I unzip and take out my dick. A soft moan parts her lips and she fidgets her legs like she knows what I’m doing for her. She always loved watching me lose control because of her.

Delilah isn’t sweet. She is sin, and infuriating. Her need for control surpasses her own life and I press the tip of the knife harder against her skin to force her to wake up.

Having her life in my hands is intoxicating and I remove the leather glove, revealing the latex one underneath. Taking the lube they so carelessly left out, I squeeze three drops on my shaft. Her eyes snap open at the same as I wrap my fingers around my hard dick.

They’re wide and filled with alarm. It soon leaves when she sees the mask. It got her attention while she was waiting for the police to cart me out of the disused building beside her house.

“It’s you,” she whispers. “You’re real.”

She can’t see my face, but I smile and nod. The respirator distorts my voice as I say, “Turn on your back, koukla mou.”

Doing as she’s told for once, she slowly turns. She freezes when she sees the body sleeping beside her and the manipulative cunt opens her mouth to scream. I cut her off with the flat of the knife against her lips. I’ve made sure he won’t disturb us, but her eyes ping from the back of his fucking head to me. Just like when she was being fucked, she couldn’t choose which one of us to remain attached to.

“Try to wake him up, or touch him, and I’ll cut him the fuck open and stuffyouinside of him.” I press the cold carbon blade deeper against her plush lips, making sure she knows I would love nothing more than to turn her into my very own nesting doll.

She nods stiffly and I groan as her fear taints the air. Now that she’s awake, I don’t need to fuck my fist. Hers will be better. I pour a generous amount of lube on her palm. The cool liquid makes her squeak, like a little mouse all terrified about the trap in front of it. A rat is a more fitting descriptor for someone like Delilah though.

Her fight is weak and pitiful as I hold her wrist, bringing her hand to my dick. My fingers tighten around the joint as I tilt my head to the side, absorbing that potent fear.

“What’s wrong, koukla mou?” I ask darkly. “Have you forgotten me already?”

Those wide eyes narrow and a small crease forms between her brows.

“Have you forgotten me now thathehas fucked you?” I can’t contain the venom from her betrayal.

She tries to curl her fingers in, but they quickly loosen as I drag the knife down and press the tip of the blade between herteeth. Using my knee, I push her leg closest to me off the edge of the bed, so her cunt is on full display for me.

“I told you I’d erase every part of his touch,” I remind her. “This time you’re going to do the work.”

Gone are the days that I’d allow her release before mine. Delilah is going to see what it’s like to have everything taken from her.

She doesn’t even breathe as I push the knife further into her mouth against the flat of her tongue. I can feel her tremble against the blade and my head falls back on a groan. I’m only holding her wrist, but she tightens her hand around my dick. There’s a slight tremor that only adds to my euphoria.

I copy her rhythm as I gently slide the knife in and out of her mouth, careful not to cut the lying tongue in her pretty fucking head. There’s too much temptation in front of me to keep my eyes fixed in one place. The shadowed room highlights how wet she’s getting.

“You love this don’t you, koukla mou?” I ask despite seeing the evidence glistening between her thighs.

For the first time, she attempts to close them, but I increase the pressure against her tongue as her hand pauses on my dick. The filthy lens of the mask turns the image of her grainy like there’s static between us. But it doesn’t mute the way she pales or the lump growing in her throat.

“Be careful, Delilah,” I say lightly, almost playful, as I twist the knife so she can feel the sharp edge. “One wrong move and you’ll end up with a mouth full of blood rather than my cum.”

Her thighs tense when I finish my warning. She wants it. To be bloody and dirtied. She always has. Her stomach constricts and I know what’s leaving her isn’t just because of how turned on she is. That motherfucker’s cum is still inside her.

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