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Luke

The Devil Within by Digital Daggers

L iv took us both so well. After the situation with the drugging me and torturing me, I have to admit, I was a bit nervous about how this would go. But she slid into our dynamic like she was made for us. There were no awkward pauses or discomfort, everything just flowed. I think the throne helped. When I realized my siren had a mirror kink, I immediately custom ordered the set-up. I’m so glad she enjoyed it. Watching her demand her pleasure like the fucking queen she is was the most intoxicating poison I’ve ever been tempted with. I know that it was a terrible fucking idea to fuck her face after just receiving four cock piercings, but I couldn’t hold back any longer. I’d rather waste away with their lips on my skin than be without them for another moment. After getting both my girls cleaned up, we all crawled into bed.

I fell asleep to the soft snores of both my girls. The comfort of them surrounding me is the closest thing a demon like me will ever know of Heaven. With both of their warm bodies wrapped around mine, the soothing sound of their even breaths fills me with a calmness that’s very rare in my life. I drifted off into a peaceful nothingness quicker than I ever have before.

But now I’m awake and the empty expanse of the bed to the left of me has my heart thundering in my chest. On my right, Celeste sleeps peacefully. She’s such a good girl for me, always by my side, always loyal. But Liv is noticeably gone.

Slipping from between the silk sheets, being careful not to wake my sleeping girl, I disentangle myself from the bed and pull on a pair of thin sweatpants. Wandering through the room, I see that Liv’s dress is still flung over a chair where we left it and her purse is on the dresser. It’s the middle of the night in a house she’s unfamiliar with.

Where the fuck did she wander off to?

I silently stalk out the door and into the hallway, scanning the shadowed corridor for any sign of hot pink hair. All the doors are closed and the lights are off. She’s not upstairs. My pulse skyrockets as what if’s fly through my mind. The part of me that needs control is spiraling at the lack of knowledge as to where my girl could be and who she could be with. Will immediately pops into my mind. If that motherfucker got anywhere near her, I will rip him limb from limb.

A clink that sounds suspiciously like glass sounds from downstairs. I whip my head in that direction, barely daring to breathe.

“Shit,” a sharp whisper sounds from the darkness below.

Creeping down the stairs, I try desperately not to hit a creaking floorboard or squeaky step. Light filters in from the kitchen, casting eerie shadows across the wood flooring as I descend the steps. More glass clinking pricks my ears. Someone is absolutely in my fucking kitchen in the middle of the night. As swiftly and quietly as possible, I round the corner and slink into the opening to the kitchen.

Standing opposite of me, her plump ass swaying to a silent song, is my Flower. The expanse of her tanned legs are fully exposed beneath the T-shirt of mine that seems to be the only thing she’s wearing. I swallow down the groan of delight that vibrates my chest when I see her wearing my clothes. My woman, in my house, wearing my fucking shirt. Fuck yes . She is busying herself with something on the counter.

“What are you doing out of bed?” I growl as I lean my shoulder against the door frame.

She shrieks, nearly dropping the glass in her hand as she spins. Her eyes flit across my face. Fear wraps itself around her in the most delightful way before she realizes it’s me and lets out a long sigh.

“What the hell, Luke?” Her hand goes to her chest, no doubt attempting to calm her racing heart. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“And you scared the shit out of me when I woke up and you weren’t there.” I counter, earning a sassy ‘humphf’ from between her pink lips.

Her eyes roam over the muscles of my bare chest and core. I work out every day, sometimes multiple times per day. I am very aware that my muscles are clearly defined and appealing. The low cut, very lightweight gray sweatpants that I’m wearing also leave little to the imagination. Clearly my girl is impressed with what she sees based on the way her thighs clench as she devours me with her eyes.

“And if I had run from you?” she quips like a little brat. Her tongue runs along her lower lip as she continues to fuck me with her stare.

“Then I would have chased you down, caught you, and helped you remember who you belong to,” I growl with my fists clenching at my sides.

Her eyes flit back to mine and I can’t help but smirk at the clear effect I have on my girl. She gives me her back again. Pouring a healthy splash of vodka into the tumbler she was holding then slices and squeezes a lime, the sour juice running into the clear liquor.

“How long did it take you to figure out it was me?” I ask the question that’s been nagging at me since I woke up drugged and tied to a chair by the woman I thought I’d been stalking.

“Not long,” she replies noncommittally.

“And you let it go on without saying anything?” I almost growl the words in displeasure.

She simply shrugs her shoulder and takes a sip of her drink. Her bratty attitude is grating against my nerves. Maybe she needs to be taught a lesson.

“The night you were barely conscious and I snuck into your house?”

She turns her head and gives me a sly smirk but doesn’t answer my question. This fucking woman . I hate to admit it but she played me. I absolutely underestimated her. I won’t let it happen again.

“Why are you drinking?” I ask as she throws back a healthy swig of the drink. Her body shivers as soon as the alcohol hits her system. “Are you trying to drown out the memories of tonight?”

She turns slowly, leaning her hips back against the counter behind her. Her eyes assess me as she chews on my words. I try to remain calm outwardly but inside I’m freaking the fuck out, terrified that she’s getting ready to tell me she wants to leave. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to force her hand, but there’s absolutely no way I’m letting her go. She’s dug herself into my fucking chest; the roots of my obsession for her constricting like a vice around my heart so tightly that we’ll never be free from one another. She’s mine and I’m hers.

“No,” she finally states before taking another sip of her drink. “It was a lot and I’m still trying to process everything that’s happened. But I definitely don’t want to forget tonight. I just wanted a little something to take the edge off.”

I grunt in agreement, urging her to continue. I’ve learned that if I give her silence, she’ll fill it.

“I don’t regret anything. I’m just not really a relationship type, and now I’m here with seemingly two partners.” She heaves a heavy sigh. “It’s just a lot. You thought you were playing me, I thought I was playing you, and somewhere along the way we ended up here.” Her face pinches tightly as she takes another large gulp of her drink. “It’s just a lot,” she repeats as she shrugs her shoulder slightly before dropping her eyes to the swirling liquor in the glass she’s holding.

It only takes me four large steps to close the distance between us. My hands land against the edge of the white marble countertop, bracketing her in. She sucks in a small gasp as I crowd her, getting right into her face. Our breaths mingle in the small space between us. I can taste the burning liquor on her breath. Her pupils expand as her nervous system kicks into high gear.

“You can be a bit overwhelmed by your feelings. You can be scared of how intense this is. You can take a moment to catch your breath. But…” I lean down so that our lips are almost touching. Her fearful, tiny pants tickle the skin of my lips as I whisper against her mouth, “Don’t you ever doubt my devotion to you. You’ve been mine since the moment I met you.”

“You barely know me,” her voice is just a whisper. “And you called me your girl, and Celeste’s girlfriend.”

“So?” I growl as I lean my forehead against hers, unable to stop myself from touching her in this moment.

“I don’t do relationships.”

Her insistence on fighting me is starting to piss me off. After everything we’ve been through, everything I’ve done for her, she must know how intensely obsessed I am with her. Our broken pieces fit together like we’re fucking made for one another.

“Why?” I grit out as I grab the back of her neck in one of my palms, pulling her even closer against my body.

“You know my baggage. Who wants a girlfriend that has to leave to go fuck the woman that’s blackmailing her while others watch or film it? I’m too damaged to be anyone’s anything.”

A tear slips from the corner of her eye. It traces a small path down the expanse of her cheek. I have the urge to lick the salty release from her skin and taste her sadness. I want all of her—her pleasure as well as her pain.

“Call this whatever the fuck you want. You can call yourself my girlfriend, my partner, my soulmate, whatever the fuck you want. The label doesn’t mean shit to me. You are mine . That bitch isn’t getting anywhere near you ever again or it will be the last thing she ever does. Whether you’re willing to admit it to yourself or not, I am yours and you are mine. And when our flesh has long since rotted from our bones, you will still be mine. I will stalk your soul through every eternity if I have to, making sure you both are always mine.”

I crash my lips against hers. Her taste is soft and smooth but covered in the salt of her tears. I pull her plump bottom lip between my teeth, biting down until the metallic taste of her blood fills my mouth. She shrieks into me, and I take the opportunity to slip my tongue between her lips. She’s so warm and sweet. I can’t get enough as my tongue grinds against hers.

Pulling back, I look down with a satisfied smirk on my lips. Her beautiful pout is swollen and bloodied. Her pupils are completely blown with a potent combination of fear and lust. But her body is pressed flush against mine. Her mind may still be catching up to the situation, but her body knows exactly who she belongs to. I pull the glass from her hand and down the remainder of her drink, relishing the burn of the smooth liquor. Placing the glass on the counter, I slip both hands around her full ass and lift her. She squeals before her legs wrap around my waist and her hands wrap around my neck. I kiss, lick, and nip at her skin as I carry her across the kitchen and into the dining room. When we reach the giant table, I lay her down on the wooden surface. She whimpers in delight as I grind my growing erection against her heated core.

“What about Celeste?” she moans as my hands and lips roam over every inch of her body that I can reach.

Pulling back, I stare at her with complete seriousness. “I couldn’t choose between the two of you if I had a fucking gun to my head. I need you both. I’m equally obsessed with you both. I am completely consumed with desire for you both. And as much as I want you, I want you to want her. She needs you just as badly as I do and I think deep down, you know you need her too. She’s the light to our darkness, love. I want you to be with each other, as well as with me. Is that something you could want?”

She takes a minute to think, her emerald eyes flitting back and forth between mine. Her long nails run up and down the skin of my back in slow, hypnotic circles.

“What about Will and Erika?” she finally asks. The look in her eyes is almost desperate as she searches for a light in the darkness. I might be a demon to most, but for her, I will be whatever she needs.

“How much does your father owe?”

She looks away, too embarrassed to answer my question. That won’t do. I use my fingers to tilt her chin back toward me, demanding her answer.

“Flower, we just established that you are mine. Everything, including the demons you want to keep hidden in the back of your closet, are mine now. How much fucking money does your father owe?”

Her voice is broken, barely audible as she chokes out, “Fifteen grand.”

“I’ll get the money wired to Will tomorrow, but we will have to discuss a plan to stop your father from racking up more debt.”

“Luke!” she gripes as she tries to pull away from me. I lean deeper against her, rolling my hardened length against the apex of her thighs as she tries to squirm away. “I can’t let you do that.”

“You’re not letting me do anything.” I rip the shirt up and over her, exposing her beautiful breasts to me. The piercings glint in the low light. She’s replaced the gems with serpentine rings. How fitting . I bring my mouth down, letting my tongue flick and roll over the metal. She groans in response and her hips rise up off the table. “I’m offering to take care of you so you can be happy. Let me help you; let me take this burden off your plate. Please?” I suck her entire nipple into my mouth and suck while I continue to flick the piercing with my tongue.

“Oh god, yes,” she moans.

“I knew you’d agree.” I smirk before moving to her second breast and giving it the same attention.

“That’s not—” she begins before I bite down on her breast, silencing her denial as she shrieks.

She writhes beneath me. She’s a panting needy mess. I can’t hold back any longer. Pulling back, I reach between us and pull down my pants; my cock immediately springs over the waistband. The tip is dripping with precum, so ready for her.

“Luke, you can’t,” she tries to argue as I line myself up at her opening. “The piercings aren’t healed.”

“I know, my love. But I can’t wait another second to be inside you,” I state before shoving myself inside.

We both groan loudly in unison as I sheath myself fully inside her warmth. She’s so fucking tight. Each inch I drive into her is tighter and warmer. Her hips roll against me, desperate to take all of me.

“Such a desperate fucking slut for my cock, aren’t you?” I pant into the crook of her neck and shoulder once I’m full seated inside her.

“Yes,” she mewls and whimpers as I settle inside her, letting her warmth wrap around me. “Please, fuck me already.”

I tsk as I pull my hips back. “Such a bratty little thing. I might have to teach you a lesson.”

I thrust my hips forward and am rewarded by a shriek of pleasure from the beautiful creature beneath me. Her pussy pulses around me, begging for more. The piercings are tender as her walls constrict around me but I can’t hold back. I need her. I pick up my pace, driving into her. The piercings rub against her walls, massaging her as I rut into her like a wild beast.

“But,” she pants between her sounds of ecstasy. “I am your brat.”

Her admittance drives my hips to jerk quicker. Each punishing thrust beating to the drum in my head. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine .

“Please, Luke, don’t stop. I’m gonna come.”

I need her pleasure. I want to feel her fully submit with my cock buried in her tight cunt.

“Come for me, Flower. Let me feel just how desperate this cunt is for my cum.”

Reaching between us, I rub her clit. The stimulation sends her over the edge. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream and her body jerks wildly as her orgasm crashes into her like a tidal wave. I follow her over the edge, spraying her walls with ropes of release as I groan loudly.

I collapse on top of her. My body completely sated. I turn my head, laying a soft kiss against her forehead. She snuggles her face into my chest and lays soft kisses along my skin. We hold each other for what feels like an eternity as we both come back down from our high.

“I’m ready,” she states after what feels like an eternity. “I am ready to be yours. Ready to admit what I feel for Celeste. Ready to be done with Erika once and for all. It’s time for me to move forward. I’m done feeling trapped.”

“Good girl,” I praise as I lift her in my arms, carrying us back to our bed.

I fall back asleep surrounded by both my girls.