Page 12 of Lust

She flutters her eyelashes at me seductively. I’ve seen girls do this a million times, but somehow on Noémi, it’s so much hotter.

She leans so close to me that I wouldn’t be surprised if she tries fucking me here on the couch. She smells sweet, lickable like sugar and I already know that’s what she’ll taste like too. My hand is so close to her pussy that it’s fucking indecent. I’ve never been so horny in all my goddamned life.

“Felix,” she purrs, and I swear I might come with just her voice alone. “Colin and Maggie are my friends and eef you ever refer to them as losers again, I weel ‘ave to remove you from ze games.” She clamps her hand down on my wrist and licks her lips. “Fraternizing weeth the contestants is not allowed I’m afraid, but Felix?”

Fucking bitch! Behind me, I can hear the two freaks laughing. “What?” I snap.

She narrows her eyes and blows me a slow kiss. When she talks, her voice is almost a whisper. “Eef it wasn’t for ze games, I would definitely take you up on zat offer. I bet you are an amazing lover.”

Her hand squeezes my wrist and pulls it from her thigh. She kisses my wrist. A shock of electricity shoots up my arm then right through my body down to my cock, which it’s now taking everything I have not to come right there and then despite the roaring anger pulsing through me.

“She brushed you off, buddy. Might wanna leave before you make a fool of yourself.”

I turn to see the female weirdo nodding toward the very obvious tent-like bulge in my pants.

“I’ll suck you off if you don’t mind Colin watching,” she offers. “We both like that.” She winks at me and I feel my stomach curdling. Behind her, Juliette and the freak are watching, enjoying the show.

“Fuck off!” I stand, shielding the front of my pants, and slam through the pair of them. I can still hear the fuckers laughing as I slam the door to the stairwell behind me.

SUCCUBI AND INCUBI

QUINN

Every time I close my eyes, the image of Michael’s gaping dead eyes terrorizes me, and I’m forced to open my own. I wish Remy hadn’t shown me the video. Having my worst nightmare confirmed is worse than the delusion that Dade might be innocent. At least believing in his innocence, I might have been able to get through the first round. The doubt that Dade murdered Michael and Lucia might have been enough to help me survive, but now… now I don’t know how I’m going to be able to do it. I never thought I’d be praying for a trial in these games where we fight, but I’d rather that than any of the things that are going through my mind. Juliette’s words about fucking like rabbits has my stomach heaving. Not that I’d win in a fight, but at least I’d be relieved of the misery.

Someone knocking on my door takes my mind away from my own self-pity and agonizing fear for a second, but then I think about who might be behind it and decide there’s literally no one I want to see, so I ignore it.

Unfortunately, the knocker is persistent, and the noise feels like a drill hammering into my skull. It’s like I’ve got an almighty hangover without the joy of getting drunk first.

It’s bound to be Remy, coming back for another round of apologies for choosing Candice. Or maybe he’s got more bloodthirsty terror for me to watch. I pull open the door, ready to rip him a new one.

“What the fu…”

Twila grins at me shyly. When she sees my expression, her face falls.

“I was expecting more of a welcome.”

“Twila!” Tears sting the corner of my eyes as I take my beautiful friend in. I pull her into a hug and blink a few times.

“It’s been less than a day and they’ve already got to you, huh?”

I step back and keeping my hands on her shoulders, take her all in. She looks like a gothic fairytale. As beautiful as ever, with her long black hair coiled in ringlets over her shoulders. Her cheeks are slightly pinker than usual on her pale skin and her lips are a deep pink. Her black corset and flowing skirt is embroidered with accents of pink and in her hair she’s wearing a black crown with pink jewels encrusted in it.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” I say, ushering her in and closing the door behind her. “You look…”

“Like a fucking Barbie goddess?”

I snort out a laugh. She looks nothing like any Barbie I’ve ever seen, but then again, I wasn’t the type to play with dolls as a kid. Maybe they do make goth Barbies nowadays.

“I was going to say slightly more colorful than usual, but we can go with Goddess.” I feel better already. “Did you just get here?” I ask as we sit on the bed.

She nods her head animatedly. “Yep. Isn’t this place weird? You know I’ve spent my whole life wondering what the circles of Hell would look like, but nowhere I my imagination did I think any of them would be so pink!”

I grin at her exuberance. Literally no one loves Hell like Twila does. “Did you come down with Hades?”

“I did! He's downstairs having a chat with some French chick with bubblegum pink hair.”

“Oh, that's Noémi,” I explain. “She comes across as super friendly, but whenever I'm around her, I get this weird urge to... well, lick her.” I shake my head, bemused. “She gives off these strange, sort of seductive vibes. Her aura is screwed.”

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