Page 8 of The Devil After Dark

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LIANA

I tugged at my comforter as I tried to pull it back up.

When it did not comply, I let out a huff and rolled over to try from a different angle.

A small deep chuckle from near my closet made me completely freeze.

I could not move. I could not even look to see where the sound had come from.

Was someone in my condo? In my bedroom? Finally, I summoned enough courage to glance over at my closet door.

Only a small whimper left my mouth as I saw a shadowy figure sitting on the chair outside my closet and across from my bed.

Someone was in my room. “Don’t scream,” a deep voice said.

I yanked my covers up to my chest as I tried to make myself as small as possible against my headboard.

I was definitely going to scream, but nothing would come out.

“Do as I say and I will leave,” he said to me, his voice was eerily calm.

There was silence between us. I was still searching for my voice to scream and the man was just silently sitting there.

“Who are you?” I finally blurted out.

The man chuckled and stood up slowly. As he crossed the room towards my bed, I saw he wore a mask and gloves.

The mask completely covered his face—even his eyes were hidden behind black mesh.

White and red paint covered the mask in crude markings.

This was how I died—Murdered by a masked man in my very own bedroom. “Do as I say. Do you understand?”

I swallowed and nodded, yes. My body was already shaking and I could not control my breathing.

“What do you want?” I whispered. Surely if he was here to kill me I would be dead already—unless he liked playing with victims first. I imagined that if whoever had done the shooting was trying to get rid of witnesses, they would do it quickly … not leave room for error.

The masked man held up a small card between his gloved fingers.

“You do not call him, you do not message him,” he said and slowly tore the card into four small pieces before tossing them on the bed.

Him? “Do not call the emergency line either,” he continued.

Oh gods he had just shredded Rome’s card.

He was talking about the police. “Not everyone at the police is trustworthy.” What the fuck was happening?

Of course there were dirty cops, but to tell me to not call the emergency line and to follow it up with that?

“Are you going to kill me?” I asked, my voice breathy.

He only chuckled before he responded, “No. Don’t call him.

Don’t message him. Don’t call the emergency line.

Can you follow those instructions?” I slowly nodded my head yes and to my horror watched his masked face tilt to the side like he was looking over me.

I clenched the covers more tightly over my body.

Thank the gods I had worn pajamas tonight.

I hate pajamas, but I personally did not want to die naked.

“That’s my good girl. Now take off your covers and let me see you.

” A pathetic cry spilled from my lips as uncontrollable tears started to fall down my face.

The masked man raised his gloved hand to my cheek, wiping away one of the tears.

“Shh, baby. I am not going to do anything you don’t want me to. ”

“What?” I gasped. How was this stranger who broke into my house not going to do something I didn't want? He had just told me not to call the emergency line. Wasn’t that code for I am going to kill you?

“Mmm,” he groaned as his head tilted to the other side. “I play and you cum for me. That’s all there is to it. Can you do that for me?”

“No,” I breathed. “No. What the fuck?”

His hand closed around my jaw and forced my head up a little. “You dream about being completely dominated and wake up wholly unsatisfied by your own hand. This is your chance, baby. Do what I say. I know you are going to like it.”

“No,” I whimpered as my hands grabbed his forearm, trying to move him.

I cried out as he ripped the covers off me and he had my back pressed against his body a moment later. His hand on my jaw and the other on my waist held me tightly against him. I thrashed and he gave me a firm shake back. “Stop fighting,” he growled.

I could feel his warm breath against my neck. Warm breath that made my entire body light with arousal. I was about to die, to be murdered, and was so sexually deprived that warm breath on my skin turned me on? “Why should I let you do this?”

He chuckled again and it sent heat straight between my legs. “How about this, baby? You give it a try. If you don’t like it, you’ll never see me again. If you do like it, well, I will come back for you.”

Okay. So I had to let him play with me one time and he would never come back.

I clearly was dead if I continued to try and fight him off.

At least maybe I would live another day and could go to the police.

Wait, he told me not to go to the police.

I would still go to the police once he was gone.

I could not believe I was rationalizing this. “Okay,” I breathed.

He flicked open a switchblade. I choked on my own scream.

He was going to cut me. Stab me. Then he hooked it into the thin fabric of my top and sliced through it.

The fabric fell open, exposing me, and in two quick movements he had cut the straps.

My shredded shirt fell to the bed. I was trembling as he gently slid the flat of the blade along my skin and into the top of my sleep shorts.

His thumb stroked along my jaw and he twisted the knife, catching the material with the blade and slicing the shorts from my body.

“I play and you cum for me. That’s all that needs to happen.” Gods damn his voice and the way his breath heated my skin. He expertly closed the knife and slid it into his pocket before his hand wrapped around my waist again.

“Okay,” I stammered.

“Relax,” he coaxed. Then he lifted me effortlessly and sat on my bed, leaning back against the headboard with me in his lap and between his legs.

He still had a firm hold on my jaw and around my waist. “Open your legs for me,” he whispered against my ear.

I stifled my small sob as I slowly let my knees fall open.

“That’s my good girl.” Those four words would ruin me.

Instantly I wanted him to say it again. I had read those words over and over in books, but no man had ever said them to me. I needed him to say it again.

His gloved hand slid from my waist down between my legs.

I flinched when he touched me and he paused.

Then his fingers started slowly and gently teasing my pussy, eventually finding their home on my clit.

My body arched and my legs snapped closed.

His hand stopped moving. “Uh uh. Open your legs,” he commanded.

I couldn’t. Instead my hands grabbed at his forearm again.

“Open your legs or I will do it for you,” he repeated sternly.

“Do it for me,” I whispered. I felt his breath shudder under me at my words and his knees came up. Then his hand guided each of my legs over his. I wrapped my feet behind his calves and he slowly opened our legs. Why was there some dark hole inside of me that felt this was incredibly hot?

“Ask me to touch you again,” he said gently.

My grasp on his forearm loosened and his hand guided my face up so my neck was open to him.

The vulnerability he made me feel was laced with my own sick and twisted fantasy of sex just like this.

It had been way too long since I had anyone in my bed and never anyone like this—even though I had fantasized about it.

The books I was reading these days portrayed demanding men just like this and gods damn it really turned me on.

“Ask me to touch you,” he commanded through his mask and against my neck.

My entire body opened for him as his command caused a small whimper to bubble up and out of my lips.

I was so completely touch deprived. I had only cum from my own hand and my vibrating dildo in the last four years.

He had promised he was going to make me cum and the way he held and touched me was intoxicating. “Touch me,” I whispered.

His gloved hand slid between my legs again and I closed my eyes. I would just pretend this wasn’t a masked stranger who was probably about to kill me. At least maybe I would get off before my death. Not a terrible way to go.

My muscles flexed as his fingers found the perfect rhythm on my clit and I let myself breathe into it.

“Yes, baby, that’s it,” he encouraged me.

“Let go. You’re so sexy. Let go.” One of my hands slid down from his arm and to my inner thigh, pulling my legs further open for him.

My other hand found my breast and kneaded it.

Fuck, I was really going to do this, wasn’t I?

Moments later my body was on the verge of shaking with pleasure and moans were escaping my mouth.

I let out a small cry as his hand slapped my pussy.

“You are going to cum so hard for me baby, but not until I tell you to,” I whimpered and ground my body against his in my pathetic need for his hand to return to playing with me.

He waited for my body’s trembling to calm before his hand resumed its work.

I bit back my own desire to beg him to touch me again.

His fingers had me back to my edge in an instant.

“Not yet,” he growled and turned my face to his masked face.

“Not fucking yet,” he repeated. My mouth opened as I tried to hold back.

“That’s it. I will let you cum soon, baby, I promise. ”