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He is a Leader, believes in Order, knows when to Rule, and is a Deity.
They are challenged just to see how far their loyalty will go. They are pushed to their limits in order to prove their devotion. They are willing to show their commitment.
A Lord can be a judge, jury, and executioner. He holds power that is unmatched by anyone other than his brother.
I’m so fucking hard that it hurts. I dream about her when I’m asleep and awake. She consumes me to the point I’m suffocating.
My little demon. She’s always been the one. She doesn’t know it, but I'll let her know when the time is right.
Soon, you’ll worship me like the devil worships his hell.
I’d never kill her, but I sure as fuck would make her regret being alive.
I want him to know she’ll be my filthy little slut one day, and I’m going to do things to her that will make her disgusted with herself.
“What turned you on the most? Your daddy lying dead on the floor? Or my gun pressed into your side?”
The only thing she can see are my eyes, and I’m wearing contacts. They’re as red as the blood pouring out of the guy I killed in the room down the hall.
“One with no voice can’t say no,” I say simply.
“You’re my heaven, and I’m your hell,” I whisper, making sure she understands her current situation.
You serve regardless of whether you have a dick or a pussy. A dick just has more power in this scenario.
And the way she’s getting off on fucking my gun shows me just how fucking twisted she’ll be in bed when I finally make her mine.
She didn’t run to get help immediately after I killed James. I know my secret is safe with her. And I know why.
“What’s done is done. By my oath, you are a brother. But you betrayed us. Therefore, you must be terminated.”
Pity. A part of me would like to see her bleed for me. I’d lick it clean off her body like an offering.
She’s what I imagine heaven is like. If I thought it existed. Men like me only know hell. Kill, take, bleed. It’s a system branded into our brains.
I’ll fuck her until she forgets who she is, leaving a tally of her orgasms on her chest as a reminder that only I can give her what she needs.
But then he told me that my eyes were so beautiful that he wanted to cut them out and place them in a jar in his room so he could look at them every day.
It made me wet. It also made me realize that I’m more fucked up than any patient my mother had ever seen.
Who wants to be choked, slapped, and treated like a piece of meat? We’re supposed to be treated like queens, not cheap whores. Maybe that’s what I am. What I’ll always be.
“You know what they call a devoted demon?”
“The devil’s pet,” another voice answers.
I count at least six barbells and one ring.
“You’ll love it. My cock in your ass while I fuck your throat with a dildo covered in your cum.” I
“You will beg me. You will cry for me.” His tongue runs along my cheeks, licking my tears. “You will crawl on your hands and knees for me.”
I’ll show her just how fucked up a head can be. How dark a mind can go. She’ll bleed for me, come for me, and beg. She will crave to please me.
If I make her bleed, then so be it. And I couldn’t care less about her making a mess on my dick.
She has no idea just how far I’m willing to go to keep her now that I have her. A collar, a leash, a cage. She won’t be able to breathe without asking me first. And I’ll take even that away from her.
It’s tender and would seem loving if I wasn’t duct-taped in a bathtub while the water level rises.
“Do you trust me?” he asks just as soft as his kiss was. I swallow the lump in my throat and lick my swollen lips. “Yes.”
I whimper at the tenderness of his touch. Then he stands to his full height, leaning over the tub, and shoves my face under the water with his hand around my throat.
I’m fucking pissed. Jealous of myself that she didn’t call Sin. Was I not enough yesterday and last night? Did she think I was fucking around? That she doesn’t belong to me?
I knew letting him touch me was wrong, but it felt so good. Being wanted felt good. I had felt lost and ignored for so long. I was lonely until I wasn’t.
It’s been two hours since she got in my face and practically told me that the other guy she’s been fucking was better than me. Me? Funny, considering the other guy is me.
“Sin?” His name trembles on my lips, and my knees threaten to buckle. “Surprise.” Then he grabs my waist and throws me over the front of the boat.
“I…fucking… hate you.”
“You didn’t last night. You told me I was your savior,” I remind her. “Oh, wait. That was the other man you thought you were fucking.”
“Speaking of last night—I hope your ass isn’t still bleeding. I’d hate for you to attract a shark,”
“Wanna play games with the devil? Let's see what you’ve got, little demon.” He yanks me over to the back of the boat and out of the water by the chain.
“Fuck, I love you,” he whispers, his hand wrapped around my neck, crushing the chain into my already sensitive skin. “Remember that when I rip you apart.”
My sinful, sinful little demon In my dreams, you will see That you are what I want you to be You’re my demon I’m your devil And I will keep you chained in hell forever
“Because I will always find you, pet. No matter how far you try to run, how hard you fight me, or how long you live for me. You will never escape me.”
“You always wanted someone to make you feel worthy, Elli. I’ll make sure you know your place. You’ll be my personal little pet. I’ll tie you up and play with you whenever I want. However I want.”
When I burn the world down, and they ask me why, I’ll tell them the devil asked me to do it. And I wanted to make him proud.
She has let me have my way with her. But then again, it’s hard to stop me when her hands are tied. Or tell me no when she’s gagged.
“I will always win, Elli. No matter how low I have to go, you will not beat me at this game.”
“I’ll never set you free, little demon. It’s best you understand that now.” She licks her wet lips. “Because I’d hate to have to kill us both.”
If I can’t have her, no one will. But I also would never want to survive in a world where she doesn’t exist. Death would be heaven compared to a life without her being mine.
