Page 50 of De Vil

Turning on the water, I wait for it to get warm and step inside the shower. The feeling that someone is watching me makes me shiver under the water. Peering over my shoulder, I look at the camera I had set up here for the one scene I did a few months ago. It's red light isn't on. My paranoia is getting ridiculous.

Finishing up in the shower, I step out and grab a towel, wrapping it around my hair. Taking my robe off the back of the door, I put it on and decide to go to bed. Rest. I need rest and maybe things will go back to normal. My give a damn will find its way back to me.

As I pull back the covers, a shiver runs down my spine as my bedroom door opens. "Hello, princess."

My hands shake as I hear her footsteps coming up behind me. "What are you doing here?"

I can't even face her. It hurts too much to think about how she played me. "I've come to talk to you." She stands right behind me and the heat radiating off her is confusing. She was so cold to me. Hateful and cruel.

"There's nothing left to say," I whisper and turn around to face her. She crowds me and I bump into the bed.

Keeping my balance, I put my arms around my stomach. I don't feel like I'm going to be able to stop myself from throwing my arms around her and hugging her. That can't happen. Obviously, she doesn't want that.

"There's plenty to say, little girl." She growls the last two words, and I feel my legs wobbling. She knows how to control me and I hate it. Especially knowing that she doesn't or well, didn't do it out of love.

"Get out of my house, Coach. You made it abundantly clear you didn't want me."

She smiles at me and makes a move to touch me. I step around her and walk toward the door. Coach grabs my arm and yanks me around. "You don't walk away from me, Tia."

A hysterical laugh leaves me. "Walk away from you? Me? That's rich coming from you. Get out of my house before I call the police."

I won't. It's an empty threat, but I need her to know she can't walk all over me anymore. My brain laughs at me.Did she ever really walk all over me?Hell, I let her have me in more ways than one. The bigger question is, did she ever care for me? My heart aches at the thought of her truly believing I’m a whore.

"You aren't going to call the police, little one. You know how I know? That pussy is so wet for me right now, you can't even stand to be in the same room. The thoughts running through your head aren't fearful. Hell no. Urging me to leave is so you don't have to face the way you want me."

"No. We aren't doing this. Get out." She may have a hold on me and I may love her, but she doesn't love me. She immediately went for something sexual. I shake with the war of emotions going through me.

"I don't think I will." She pulls me toward the door and out into the living room. "You will hear me out."

She's beautiful in a deranged sort of way. Her hair is down, wild, like she hasn't brushed it. Those lips that I love to kiss so much are turned down in a fierce frown. God, I do want her. Not just sexually, but to have her hold me every night and day. To wake up next to her and know I'm wanted.

The voice in my head laughs at my stupidity. There is no us, and I should remember that. "There's nothing to hear. You said everything loud and clear yesterday."

"Tia, I swear if you don't sit down on this couch and do as I ask, I will spank you."

Coach points toward the couch and I look at her. "I'm not going to sit down."

Knowing that Tia is putting up a fight turns me on. I knew my little girl wouldn't make this easy. However, I came prepared. We stare at one another, breathing hard. Emotions are running high and the surrounding air is charged.

"Very well," I tell her in the most calm voice I can muster. Am I going insane? Yes. Have I become deranged about getting my little princess back? Fuck yes, I have. Nothing will stand in my way, dammit.

I practically throw her on the couch and she yelps. "What..." I don't let her finish her words. Moving on top of her, I push my body against hers.

"Listen to me, princess. Stop fighting and listen." Of course, she doesn't do that. Hell no, she tries to bash my head in and throw me off her body.

Lying on top of her, I pin her arms above her head and cage her legs in with mine. Kissing her lips, I force her to calm down. When I feel her body relax, I push my tongue into her mouth. The taste of her toothpaste hits me and I moan.

"Now, will you listen?" I look at her, breathing hard, and on the verge of a break. There's nothing to lose here. I've already lost it. Only gain. Or so I hope I can gain her trust back.

"What?" she snarls at me and I smile. My little princess is going to get herself a spanking for her tone.

"I'm sorry for everything."

This must not have been what she was expecting because her head rears back deep into the couch cushion. Tia blinks and looks at me like I've lost my damn mind. "I don't believe you."

Her words are soft, and I hear the crack of emotion in them. "Let me show you," I whisper in her ear as I kiss the pulse behind it. A shiver runs through her and I feel her flex her hips. Kissing a wet trail down her neck, I push her legs with mine until I'm between her thighs.

"No. You..." Her words cut off as my knee hitches right against her hot core. "You only want sex. I'm..." I bite down on her collarbone and she moans. "I'm more than sex."

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