Chapter 14
KILLA
She left the door open. I knew it; my little demon wants this as much as me.
Sometimes, I think she wants this more than me. Is that even possible?
She craves me, the enemy, even though she knows she shouldn’t.
We’re two fucked-up souls, no wonder this thing between us feels so brutal, so completely savage.
Her soft breaths fill the air; her bare legs are exposed, thanks to the twisted sheets caught between them; and my entire body is alight with need.
A hunger for her so strong it’s taken control of me, making me feel and act irrationally.
Why the fuck does my body call to hers?
My enemy?
My beautiful little demon.
Her bedroom smells of her peach scent, the same scent that lingers on the tips of my fingers after touching her, caressing and punishing her skin simultaneously.
She whimpers in her sleep, and my cock jerks. But my mind is torn between wanting to soothe her and wanting her to whimper again, to endure her night terrors just a little longer. So she can receive some form of punishment.
On her bedside dresser are natural sleeping tablets housed in a childproof bottle.
My calloused hand toys with the lacy fabric of her panties, the ones I picked out of her linen basket on the way in here.
When another whimper leaves her, I tighten my hold on them. I’m hanging on by a thread. Part of me wants to wake her, demand she tells me what torments her in sleep, and the other part of me wants to force her head against the pillow and fuck her ruthlessly while she cries against the sheets.
The barbell at the tip of my cock rubs against my belt, and I can’t help myself.
I shove her panties into the back of my jeans pocket and step toward the bed, watching her with a deadly intent and an intoxicating need to relieve myself.
Next, with my gaze fixed on her, I pop open my jeans and lower my zipper, allowing my cock to spring free.
I wrap my fist around my cock and slowly work it up and down, determined not to encourage the orgasm too quickly. I can already feel it gathering in my balls, and I want to last longer than a two-pump chump.
Unable to resist, I move the sheets off her and delight in the way she rolls onto her stomach as if following the warmth.
Her ass cheeks hang out of her sleep shorts, and a long string of pre-cum releases from me. “Jesus.”
Careful not to wake her, I climb onto the bed and position myself between her legs. I hook my fingers into her sleep shorts and push them aside. Slickness coats my fingers, and I delight in the feel. “Do you dream about me too, Little Demon?” I whisper into the room.
She shuffles and lets out a low moan, and I use this moment to spit on my fingers, then glide them over her slick folds.
“Fuckin’ beautiful.”
I inch closer to her, angling my cock toward her entrance, where I glide it up and down.
With the tip in my hand, I slowly push inside.
“I’m goin’ to take you, Little Demon. I’m goin’ to come deep inside your pussy while you sleep.
” A guttural groan leaves me with my promises to her, and I drop forward to lean over her back while my fists rest above her head to keep the majority of my weight off her.
She’s pinned beneath me and unaware of it, allowing me the time to breathe her in.
The silence and steady breathing settle me in a way I’ve never felt before, making me feel more connected to anyone than I ever have before.
Her warm pussy flutters around me, and I nip at her earlobe when the thought of her being unaware it’s me fucking her hits me.
“I want to destroy you, Little Demon,” I admit in her ear. “But I want to keep you too.” She shudders, and I wonder if she is truly asleep.
Moving forward, I lift my T-shirt, loving the soft feel of her skin rubbing against mine.
Each steady pump of my hips is carrying me closer to the brink and the bliss she provides me.
“Are you goin’ to make me a baby, Little Demon?
” Pump. “Are you goin’ to swell nice and round for me?
” When her pussy clenches around me, my eyes roll, my body tenses, and a low, feral groan is ripped from my chest as my orgasm takes over.
I push deeper, hoping my cum coats her womb, and the prospect of a future with her tied to me adds to the euphoria.
Warm jets of my cum flood her, and I surge my hips forward one final time to milk my pleasure.
After I slip out of her wet heat, I place her shorts back into place and crawl off the bed. The thought of her sleeping with my cum deep inside her is exhilarating, and a new obsession I could get used to.
She immediately finds the sheets again, tucking herself up into a small ball, and a part of me wants to climb back into bed and hold her close, which is odd, considering she’s my enemy.
Besides, I need answers.
And the thought of retrieving some of those answers makes me feel better. I took pleasure from someone I really shouldn’t have.
I spin around in her room, trying to decide where to search first.
If I were a woman, where the fuck would I hide something?
I try the dresser first, pulling open one drawer after the other, but there are barely any items in there at all. It’s sparse, the very essential items, like two pairs of panties, three pairs of socks. One camisole.
Aren’t women obsessed with clothes? The club whores are, at least.
The room is compact, to say the least. I mean, the whole goddamn apartment is small, and while that should make it easier to search, it’s surprisingly difficult.
I head into the bathroom and throw open the cabinet beneath the sink.
One lone bottle of peach lotion sits on the top shelf, and I flick the cap to bring it to my nose, breathing in her scent.
Then I pull my phone from my cut and take a photo of the brand. I’ll be needing that fucker as lube.
As I glance around the bathroom, something occurs to me.
It’s clean, really fucking clean. Come to think of it; the entire apartment is immaculate. No wonder we didn’t realize a kid lived here; there are no toys here at all. Not a damn thing, unless they’re all in his bedroom.
The singular towel is folded neatly and sits on a rail alongside a bathmat. Each of them appears to be the same length on the rail, as if placed this way purposely.
Does she have some kind of OCD?
That’s another question added to my ever-growing list, and I’m not a damn bit closer to getting answers to any of them.
One thing’s for sure, when I’ve finally had enough of her silent bullshit, it’ll be her hating me.