Chapter 1
Chapter One
Sophomore Year – Fall
I was looking at a piece of heaven.
My eyes couldn’t look away from her spread legs. She was bent at the waist and all I could imagine was all the ways I wanted to fuck her pretty little ass.
I leaned against the wall in the shadows of the hallway to watch her. She was following along with a yoga instructor on the TV, shaking her hips side to side as her red hair swung across her back. Her mysterious allure sparked an insatiable desire within me. It was as if an invisible force pulled me toward her, urging me to touch, taste, and feel her in ways I had never experienced before.
The intensity of my longing surprised even me. I yearned to understand more about her. The craving defied reason, one I couldn't suppress. Not an ounce of guilt seeped into my skin. I never claimed to be a good man, and these were not good thoughts to be having about whoever this was.
"Fuck," I mumbled as this mysterious woman contorted herself into another position. I needed to remind my girlfriend, Cagen, she needed to lock her doors because anyone lurking could come in—myself included.
My cock twitched as the strange girl continued to move her body in ways I didn't think were humanly possible. Staring at the ground, I reminded myself I was very much in a relationship and did not need this, then walked into the apartment.
Speaking of my relationship, my girlfriend’s room to the right was empty, which meant it was only me and whoever this redhead was. She seemed comfortable in the living room as if she lived here. She must be the roommate Cagen was always complaining about. Her fake-ass roommate who was constantly trying to join her on their nights out, but Cagen hated her because she was annoying and "too much."
She hated the way the redhead seemed too eager to go to the parties she was always invited to, or how she wanted to party too much, getting drunk often. Cagen told me she felt as though her roommate was always a tryhard, which annoyed her.
Maybe that was part of the intrigue? The girl—er, no woman—in front of me seemed perfect in every way. Could Cagen just be jealous of her? What could she hate in this angel?
I cocked my head to the side to try and get the smallest glimpse of her face as she moved down to the floor on her hands and knees, sticking her ass up into the air into the downward dog. I must have been turned on. There was no other explanation for how I felt, because the person standing in front of me was stunning and I was hard as fuck.
Cagen was who I was destined to be with. She was the most popular girl on campus with no affiliation to any family that my own was dueling with, and was president of the biggest sorority. She was gorgeous, blonde, and obsessed with me. Every single man on campus, and maybe even some women, envied the fact she was wholly committed to me.
I couldn’t say the same about her. I was with Cagen for the aesthetic. Being together was what I needed to maintain the demon brewing inside of me. But I would bend whoever this girl was over the fucking counter and fill her with my seed, branding her as mine.
I couldn't help but stare as she dipped low, her petite backside putting on a show with every sway. Yet that fiery red mane of hers was what truly captivated me, cascading down to the floor as she twisted herself into a human pretzel.
Leaning against the wall, I watched as she listened to some middle-aged workout instructor on the TV in front of her telling her how to contort herself into another very fuckable position.
Who the fuck was this woman?
My cock twitched again when she got up and threw her hair over her shoulders, a smirk lifting her lips as she stretched her arms behind her.
"Are you going to walk into the room or continue standing in the shadows like a stalker?"
Her voice wasn't some sweet melody; it was raspy. There was some devilish charm about it. Her question struck me as blunt and honest, which was refreshing. It wasn’t something I often experienced. I paused, getting a prime view of her rocking those tight black leggings, a matching sports bra, and the most dainty toes I'd ever laid eyes on. Never figured myself as having a foot fetish, but I wanted to suck her toes right after I licked her cun?—
"Cagen’s boyfriend?" she asked, whipping around to face me, and I was close to coming in my fucking pants like a horny teenager.
She had a small nose, thick lips, and bright-green eyes I could get lost in. I trailed down to her curvy tits, then her exaggerated hips meant for grabbing…
Something struck me as odd, though, when my eyes landed on her hands. Scars marred her fingers up the backside of her arms before stopping at her elbows.
"Eyes up here, buddy. Wouldn’t wanna tell the roomie that her boyfriend’s already starting to eye-fuck me," she said with a smirk.
Her eyes sparkled with a defiance that contradicted the supposed fear of the situation. Instead of adopting the usual protective stance people tended to when they found a stranger in their apartment, she didn't bother crossing her arms over her chest or unleashing a terrified scream. No, this girl took a bold step forward, inching closer to me. At that moment, it clicked—this one was different.
In general, people either wanted to be me or ran away from me. My presence in and of itself was powerful and commanding. I had carefully curated it for the world to see. Women and men fell to their knees for me, giving themselves up freely. No person in my entire life had ever approached me with ease, aside from my sister.
"You don't want to come too close," I said.
"Why not?" she asked, taking another full step toward me. As her defiance met my certainty, I couldn't help but relish the impending collision.
"You’re still staring," she said as she shook her hair behind her.
"I can stare all I want, love." The words flew out without thought, which was so unlike me and the carefully calculated life I lived.
The corners of her lips twisted into a smile, alluding to a more jovial tone. "You couldn’t have a taste even if you wanted one."
I refused to smile back, as I used the same jokes to cover up the fact there was something very dark that lived inside of me.
After crossing the room in three large steps, I grabbed her neck and brought her sweet, delicate face up toward mine. Her eyes didn't grow in surprise. My little muse was filled with the same icy veins which flowed through my body. The one who would bring me life—no, bring me back to life. The Persephone to my Hades.
"You’d like that," I spat out, but there was nothing but apathy on her face. "Nothing to say now?"
"Fuck. You." She didn’t dare move as my hands tightened against her neck.
I leaned forward, my mouth hovering inches from hers. Slowly, deliberately, I parted my lips, letting my tongue slip out to glide along her lush bottom lip. A delicate layer of salt on her lips from the sweat heightened the experience, reminding me to savor the moment. As I tightened my grip on her neck, I sought a reaction—a gasp, a struggle for breath, a sign I was stealing the very air she needed. She didn't yield, not even when the pressure intensified to where I knew my fingers would leave a mark. Each moment fueled my appetite for control, reveling in that power.
"I don’t need your permission to taste something that will be mine one day," I growled before letting her go, and she flew back a few feet before steadying herself.
She straightened as her eyes locked with mine, staring through me. Not a tick of emotion. I’d crafted a world where people dropped to their knees and begged me for mercy, and I’d need a strong woman to keep up with me.
I had found her.
"You’re fucking sick," she said, straightening her hair.
"And you like it," I quipped. "Now that we’ve established you like sickos, tell me something truthful."
She narrowed her eyes at me, as if thinking on what she was going to say next. Her hips swayed as she walked away from me.
"Horses are my favorite animal. I’ve kinda always wished I had one," she said, shrugging as she bumped into my shoulder while heading toward her room.
"What?" I grabbed her wrist, stopping her from going in.
"You asked for a truth, so I gave you one." She shook me off like a pesky fly.
That devilish little?—
"Hey, baby."
Cagen.
That honey-laced voice filled the small apartment as a crackle of thunder hit outside. "I am so sorry I’m late. There was so much rain…"
There was always rain in Isles, but I wasn’t going to point out the obvious while I continued the stare-off with the redheaded vixen standing in her room, hands crossed over her chest.
"Oh, good. I am so glad you guys were able to get acquainted while I was gone." Cagen’s kiss to my cheek slapped my mask back on, so I turned into her, pressing my lips against hers.
Cagen wore a one-piece black workout outfit with a cropped hoodie. Her long, straight, blonde hair was pulled up into a tight ponytail. She had thick full lips, bright-blue eyes, and a petite frame.
Pulling her against me, I plunged my tongue into her mouth, but peered over her shoulder at her roommate. I stared as my tongue fucked her roommate’s mouth. Cagen even let out the mousiest little moan possible. My muse didn’t move.
No. She stayed frozen, watching her roommate lose herself in me.
"Oh, wow. Feeling frisky?" Cagen said breathlessly, and pulled away
"Come on, Cagen." I grabbed her wrists and tugged her to the other side of the apartment toward her room.
"It was nice to meet you…" I hadn’t gotten my muse’s name.
"Maddy. Her name is Madison Ryan, but everyone calls her Maddy," Cagen said, blissfully unaware of the stare-down that had been unfolding in front of her.
Maddy stood unmoving in her room, and as if snapping out of her thoughts, she looked between Cagen and me.
"Right, yes. Maddy," she said, smiling at us before shutting the door in our faces. The moment she thought Cagen was out of sight, her expression changed, eyes wide and filled with sorrow, but only for a brief moment before her smile returned.
Ah, well, if that was the game she wanted to play, then game fucking on.
I spent the entire night fucking Cagen, making her scream my name louder than she ever had, knowing all too well her roommate could hear everything in the snug apartment.
How does it feel, Muse?
How does it feel to have finally met the devil?