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“That’s it.Be a good girl and come for your demon,” I purred.She clenched herself around my tongue and I forced it deeper, wanting to pierce the depths of her innards until she was a part of me.
If this was the master’s punishment, I was a glutton for it.Kimmy didn’t disappoint as her little hands clawed into her sheets while she tried to squirm away from me.I grabbed her hips and pulled her back, making sure to get every last taste of her into my mouth before she cried out against her pillow in pleasure while I feasted on her sacrifice, impaling her pussy again and again with my tongue until her shaking stopped.
Running one last lick up her back side, I pulled her elastic waistband back up and groaned against her lower back as the moonlight made her tears gleam in the corner of her eye.
It was despicable of me to want to see her in tears.She shouldn’t look as beautiful as she did when she was crying, so the fault lied solely in her hands.She drove me to this madness and now I was left with nothing but abominable longing until I saw her again.
Reluctantly removing myself from her side, I could feel the spikes along my skin pulsing with need as well as my cock.But I preferred to hear her consciously scream while I impaled her.Therefore, I would have to suffer a little longer.
“Dammit, Kimmy.You’ve bewitched me, you little fool,” I grumbled before pulling her blanket over her resting form.
Who was I kidding?The only fool in the room was me.
Loathing myself, I left her apartment, making sure to secure the lock.The sound of a muffled cry caught my attention and I snapped my head to see the man across the hall re-enter his room once more.Why was this human operating against the saccadic rhythm typical for his kind?
There was something about him that was out of place.I stared at his closed door, rubbing my chin.The lingering taste of Kimmy, stole my attention and I cursed beneath my breath as I stomped down the stairs toward my Camaro.
I needed a ride to clear my mind.I couldn’t go to work discombobulated like this.The little female would latch onto my weakness and I would be irrecoverable.
The last thing I needed were for the other demons to pity me for finding myself shackled to the one thing we lived to torture and devour.
Chapter25
KIMMY
I losttrack of how long I’d been working at The Good Char.They say time flies when you’re having fun.
“Kimmy!”came his low tenor, the one that made me want to obey immediately.“Get into the back room.”
“Yes, sir!”I squeaked, my heart palpitating.
Was it wrong of me to react in excitement and anticipation?I had been having weird dreams about my boss.It was so wrong of me.So naughty.I shouldn’t be thinking of him this way, not when he commanded the very air around me while we were at work.But gosh, I wanted it to be true.These dreams were becoming more and more vivid.I found myself waking up soaked with sweat, too embarrassed to visit my parents until I washed myself twice after work.
I had visited them once, after I had a landline installed in my apartment.I bought some pastries and came over with the news that I was fully out on my own but I wasn’t without means of reach.
My mother bawled while my father ranted about the bad influences of western culture.No matter how they tried to berate or guilt trip me, what was done was already done.I had my own place and everything was set up.
I slowly made my way to the back of The Good Char.
My boss… Dzik—these dreams would never allow me to look at him the same.I wanted to be more than friends.I bit my lip, knowing I had been giving him extra smiles and touching his arm when we talked.I was warring inside of myself because I knew he once mentioned that we needed to keep it strictly business.I had to respect that.Didn’t I?
Though the lines had blurred more and more the longer we were around each other.And maybe I was wrong, but it didn’t feel like it was solely me toeing on the other side of the forbidden.
Stop it, Kimmy.You’re letting your attraction cloud your judgment.I sighed.I should be thinking about other things besides having my head up in the clouds.
They still hadn’t found Cindy or the guys she was with.I had put up some missing person flyers around the area but no one had called my landline with any news yet.
Both Nicole and I hoped she would turn up soon.I could use my best friend to talk about my feelings.It was different with Nicole.We didn’t have that kind of relationship yet.And with us both silently grieving, it was hard to try to establish anything.The last time I saw her, she came by The Good Char to ask if I had heard anything.We both left a bit dejected that day.
I listened as Mr.Dzik turned off the neon sign and followed me into the backroom.He was always strange that way, preventing anyone from lining up when he wanted me to give him time.I secretly found it attractive, the way he did what he wanted, when he wanted.He was so bad, and it made me squirm with need.Sitting on the stack of flour, I thought back to the day he took care of me and flushed.
I liked the attention he gave, even if he was growling in my face.A mean man would have left me to tend to myself.Not Mr.Dzik.He swooped in without a word and made sure I was taken care of.Just thinking about it made me swoon again.
I saw through his exterior whether he realized it or not—and I continued to desire him more than an employee should.
I couldn’t stop watching the way his stubbled jaw would flex when he was around me, or the way his shoulders would tense up when I caught him looking at me too.
Like now.
