Juliana
Our game was over. He no longer answered any of my questions, and he barely spoke to me at all. I missed talking to him. The days were longer and nights tedious without his words to go over.
I tried refusing to eat, but every time I refused to eat, he would feed on me instead. It came to a point when I didn’t know if I was hungrier for the food or the attention he gave my body.
In the following days, he took me with his hands and mouth, viciously forcing my orgasms from me. He destroyed everything I’d believed about my life and where it was going. My sex life with Nicholas seemed trivial compared to the all-consuming mastery he held over my body. He didn’t need verbal or emotional consent. My body was a slave to his manipulations and I loved it.
Hated him… but loved it.
Hate him.
Love the feelings.
Devlin
It was after midnight. I walked through the desolate streets that led to the only place I had as a home. Damien Ward was a paranoid man, with good reason. He had the kind of funds that could land us in an opulent neighborhood, but he liked to stay hidden in plain sight.
Most of the houses on our street were abandoned, boarded up, and left to become a spray painter’s canvas. Our house was the last on a dead end, almost unnoticeable by the blind eye. It was tucked behind a quarter acre of trees and brush. A small dirt pathway curved through the brush to lead to the back door.
I avoided Damien as much as possible. Doors were rarely my entrance into the house. I dragged a plastic crate under my bedroom window and easily hitched myself through it. As soon as my feet hit the squeaky wooden plank, I knew something was off.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and my senses went on high alert. I rushed to the room where I’d left Juliana. The room was pitch-black, but the smell of my dad’s cigar lingered. I quietly moved through the darkness and hesitantly flicked on the small lamp on my desk.
I’d fully expected to find my dad in the room—drunk and disoriented. I’d mentally begun to prepare myself for the beating that would come next, the battering of a fist to my head and the heavy footfall of a steel-toe boot to my gut.
What I found when I flicked the light on was far more terrifying. In the midst of the devil’s lair was my angel and the devil had his eye on the prize. My heart began pounding. Damien’s twisted games never ceased to amaze me. He got off on fucking with people’s lives, but I couldn’t see the purpose of dragging this girl deeper into our shit.
We’d agreed on the phone earlier that I was to get rid of the girl. It was no small feat to get Damien’s acceptance. It’s the only reason I’d left her here alone. I’d made arrangements to drop her off somewhere that couldn’t be traced back to us.
I knew Damien wouldn’t be happy when he found out she made it back home, but that had been a risk I was willing to take. Once she was back under her father’s wing, he’d put so much security on her that Damien wouldn’t be able to touch her.
Damien hovered over her. He touched her skin, and my vision blurred. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Robert Callahan fucked us on that deal. He has no idea who he’s dealing with. He handed over the land to the wrong family and refuses to make things right.”
“We agreed I’d get rid of her.”
“And you will, but when Robert finds his precious little angel, he’ll know I fucked her as hard as he tried to fuck me.”
I stepped forward and put a hand against his chest. “I’m not going to let you do that.”
Damien paused in his admiration of her body and turned to me with a bemused look on his face. “You won’t let me?”
He climbed off the bed and faced me. I clenched my fist and waited for the first hit. Once I let him get a hit in, he’d think I’d give in, and let down his guard, allowing me to make my move. But the hit never came.
He grabbed me by my shirt, balling the fabric in his fist. “You think because I let you in on this job that you have a say here?”
“Exactly. If you trusted me to do this job, then let me finish it.”
He eyed me suspiciously but seemed to be considering it. Then he snorted, a somewhat proud smile appearing on his face. “You think you have the balls to rape her? You think you’re man enough to fuck her and then dump her in the woods?”
“It’s my job.” I raised my chin up and met his stare.
I was afraid for her. Wondered how I’d let her get so deeply entangled in Damien’s web. I should’ve never brought her here. But worse, I felt guilty as hell as my cock hardened, and I cursed myself for reacting so swiftly and severely. Maybe this was Damien’s intention. Maybe this was another one of his tests.