Page 63 of Demons and Debts
But not the new girl. She hasn't even looked at me since the forest unless I’ve made her. I scratch my head, wondering if I should stay in the room but decide against it. She has nothing left in her now. She won't be running again. Not tonight.
I go back to my room and lay on my bed sated in a way I haven't been before. It's like eating a turkey dinner with all the trimmings but stopping before you make yourself feel sick, knowing that you’ve eaten something that tastes delicious and is made with only the finest ingredients. That's what she's like; the finest Swiss chocolates or vintage wine. Quality.
I take out the little red thong that's still in my pocket and then my dick out of my pants. I wrap it around the base of my hard shaft tightly as I jack off to thoughts of her underneath me in those woods, the sounds she made, the feel of her. I jerk myself fast and rough. I make it hurt and come hard thinking of her swallowing it down.
I lie back and put her underwear back in my pocket. That little scrap of satin comes with me everywhere now like a perverted little talisman.
I wonder if I should tell Vic what went on tonight, but I decide not to just yet. He'll only worry that she's not contracted officially. Even though I can theoretically do whatever I like with her now that I suspect her of crimes against the Club, the supe authorities and those fucking fae assholes have us by the nuts. They’ll make us jump through all kinds of hoops to prove it just so it looks to the humans like they give a shit, so I'm gonna keep her to myself for the moment.
Maybe I'll tell Sie. I know he could use a pick-me-up. Maybe we'll take her together.
I like that idea. It would be fun to play with her, watch her and Sie. I bet he can make her scream just as well as I can.
I lay back in my bed with a sigh, wondering how my interrogation of her is gonna go tomorrow because that's what it'll be even though I’m going to lull her so good she’s not going to know what she’s saying while I ask her what I want to know. I'll get the information I need out of her one way or the other and then we’ll see how Vic wants to punish the little human infiltrator.
13
JANE
Ispend the rest of the night huddled in Theo’s closet, feeling numb and overwhelmed, my ribs throbbing from Korban’s tackle. I can't believe what happened out in the woods. I can't believe Iletthat happen. Logically, I know I couldn't do anything to stop it. Korban is huge and strong and … But the scariest thing is that I didn'twanthim to stop.
When I finally venture out, the room is deserted and the door to the hall is closed.
I take a hot shower to help with my bodily aches and scrub my hair with my own shampoo and conditioner that I brought from my apartment while I’m at it, as Korban was so generous as to leave my backpack by my door after he rifled through it and accused me of spying.
For who?Why?
I notice a new bodywash next to Theo’s and I smell it tentatively. It smells like heaven and I breath it into my nose as deep as I can get it, washing my body with it and then, because I hate feeling prickly, shaving with what I’m guessing is Theo’s razor.
When I can tear myself away from the amazing aroma of the new soap, I come out of the bathroom and get dressed in some clean jeans and another black tank.
Eyeing the clothes from last night that are soiled and dirty, I put them in the hamper, not sure what I’m feeling as I look at the reminders of being on the damp ground, Korban’s hands on me, around my throat. I wouldn’t ever have dreamed I’d like something like that. Usually any kind of discomfort makes my brain go crazy, but … I touch my neck gently and it feels a little bruised, but I didn’t notice any marks in the mirror. My lower muscles contract and I frown. How can my body know what it wants when the rest of me hasn’t got a clue?
I put it out of my mind for now. It’ll take time to mull over everything and figure it out and there are more important things to worry about than Korban’s fingers in my pussy. After last night, and my third unsuccessful escape attempt, it’s looking like I’m going to have to go with Plan C. Every time I try to get out of this house, things seem to go worse for me.
I need to help Shar and her kids, and I think I know what will provide the best outcome. When I haven’t been reliving what Korban did in the woods, I’ve been thinking about Plan C, and I think I’ve covered every angle, but there’s only one real way to find out.
I leave the room, going downstairs via the main stairs this time because I’m not about to hide when I need to be strong for my new plan. Putting on my big girl panties, but still second guessing myself the entire way, I finally make it to Vic’s study door.
I take a deep breath. As long as Shar and the kids are safe, what happens to me doesn’t really matter. My hand still shakes as I raise it to the door though and I hesitate one final time.
I steel myself against the uncertainty. I don't want those kids to lose their mom, and I sure as hell don't want Shar to lose her life because she decided, one fateful shift, to talk to the odd new girl at the diner.
I’m frozen like an unexalted statue, a piece of very shit modern art, standing in the grand foyer while I go through it again in my head, wondering if I've missed something, if something else will work, but I don’t think so. These men and my situation are a rock and a hard place. There's no getting out of it. At least, not anytime soon.
It’s true that I still have no idea what Vic's true motivations for wanting me as a fixture in his house are, but it doesn't matter anymore. A part of me is just glad he'll take me because the truth is if I can make this work, at least Shar and the kids will be ok.
Hopefully I can undo some of the damage I’ve caused to their lives, and my actions won’t weigh as heavily on me as they do now. I’m drowning in guilt, and I hate it.
Another deep breath and I’m bringing my knuckles up to rap on the door, but it opens right at that moment before I even touch it. I fall back a step in surprise, staring into the golden-brown eyes of Paris.
At least he doesn’t seem mad at me still, going by his hands which are not in fists, and the fact that his teeth aren’t still grinding together.
‘What are you doing out here?’ he asks.
Is that suspicion I hear? Has he been talking to Korban? I need to get this done before Vic changes his mind and won’t have me.
‘I need to speak with your boss,’ I say, strolling into the study without waiting for an invitation.
