In Love with the Devil

by Sky Blu

This is for all my fellow girls who have always been attracted to the dark, evil boys and melt every time he says, “You can take it… Aw, that’s my good little whore.” Now… Be a good, little filthy slut and read on.

It was the most luscious night of my entire life. The sensation of her body breaking under my will, her tears, her cries, screaming at the excruciating pain, her pleas, her weak attempts at escape … Those are the only memories that bring out my full genuine smile.

Pretending to be the good guy is slowly pushing me to a psychotic break.

Despite my psychotic hunger for her, I pace myself.

Now I’m her first, even if she doesn’t remember it. Anyone can take a girl’s virginity, but making her come while raping her? That’s the truly special part.

“If you love a bird, cage it, then let it fly. If it returns, then it knows where home is,” he professes while staring at my lips as if he’s been hungering for them for the last decade.

I am his. My mind is his. I’m in love with Asher.

I keep staring at his eyes, wanting to tell him the truth. I love you. I missed you. You took too long to come back to me.

my need for him is so blatant I almost feel ashamed, but there’s no room in me for any emotion except my addiction to him

I only have tears to offer him. He has broken me.

“Because of you, I’m in love with my rapist. Because of you, I’m addicted to him abusing and raping me.”

“I love you, so set yourself free by killing me.” He nods. “It’s okay.”

I sit up and stare at the sheets, ashamed that my stalker, kidnapper, torturer, rapist had to save me from the man I thought to be the good guy, the man I married.

“You’re right. Without—” Julian clears his throat. “I might have never really seen you … and that’s not your fault. It’s all on me. I might have never woken up, but I love you. I see you now. I was willing to let you kill me so that you could be happy. Do you understand?”

I swallow my tears and stare at the white sheets, but I can feel the tension in his body and a sadness he’d never shown me before. He actually cared; he hadn’t been pretending.

Astoria, the way I feel about you … The things that go through my mind … at the thought of not having you. It scares me. This can’t happen again. I’ll always kill anyone who touches you. It can only be me. Are you going to run, pretty bird?”

“Then from here on, I’ll treat you like my goddess. I’m going to worship you to death, Astoria.”

“What do you want from me, Asher?” “I just want you to remember where your home is … with me inside you. I want you to breathe only for me.”

“There are some things not even God can forgive, Tory. Hence why the devil is in hell.” I smile. “No. He’s right here in my arms, inside my pussy.” “I like the sound of that.” He smiles and kisses my lips, but I break the kiss soon after.