Chapter 18 #2
I was immediately hit with the fragrance she was wearing.
Lavender, with a hint of sandalwood… As if she’d spent a considerable amount of time in a witch shop herself…
As if she’d been wearing one of the blends the little witch wore…
It was a real mind fuck when she pressed herself up against me, gazing through her dark lashes with a deceptively innocent smile.
“I’ve been making creative use of the time you so graciously freed up for me… You said I couldn’t follow you … You made no mention of her ,” she’d said slyly… And I’m not quite sure how I initially felt about the crafty little vixen making a study of Vanna.
“Hello, Legion…” she giggled playfully and took my hand. “ I’m Vanna…” She brought my fingers to her lips. They were painted in that same deep shade of crimson Vanna wears on special occasions. She pressed a kiss to the pad of my finger, then she whispered in a sultry tone, “ Wanna play?”
To my astonishment, I’d found it difficult to fuck Puppet the way I had always fucked these common whores.
And though Puppet could suck a cock like no other, whenever I have been tempted fuck her, it was always from the back, like the rest of them.
Faceless. Meaningless. Just a hole to pound, expel a little stress and poison into…
I couldn’t help but wonder how often Puppet stalked Vanna. Though it must have been a frequent occurrence.
She’d gleefully answered every inquiry I’d had about the little witch, and over time, seemed to have a genuine answer for everything.
Vanna’s favorite beverages, food, music, movies…
Some of which we’d even watched together during our many games.
She gave me all of the mundane information a lover should be privy to when in an intimate relationship.
Puppet made herself the next best thing…
And at first, I enjoyed it. I was eager to indulge in what I had mistakenly believed was an innocuous illusion.
I’d even been tempted to fully live out the fantasy of making true love to Vanna, an experience I’ve never fully emersed myself in before.
I’ve always needed the crutch of kink in the form of ropes and knives…
that imperative wall of pain between me and them.
Our games began with such elements…darker fantasies of abduction and Stockholm …
Then there were our rituals where she allowed my blade to draw blood from her porcelain flesh, actively participating in my baneful workings and rituals to bring about the demise of Vanna’s beloved Keegan… She even allowed me to brand her body.
Though as my feelings for Vanna evolved into something far beyond the primal simplicities of lust and a thirst for vengeance through her, so too did our games.
My emotions for Vanna grew fonder, and the roleplaying became wishful acts of a true romance.
I no longer harbored a desire to take and ruin Vanna… I wanted to win her.
Puppet had unlocked something within me…
Something which also made me feel the pangs of jealousy and possessiveness I hadn’t experienced in a long while, if ever to this degree.
And although I knew instinctively this entire situation was bound to blow up in my face, the temptation was too great not to carry on.
I became aggressively unwilling to share my perfect little plaything with anyone else.
After one of our sexual escapades, we’d been lying together in a hotel with an oceanfront view. One of our more romantic games had been roleplaying an affair, and I always sprang for the best as if I had been truly wooing Vanna.
“ You are not to be with another, ever again .” The words fell haphazardly from my mouth that fateful night while I leisurely stroked the curvature of Puppet’s naked lower back. She’d twisted her face to peek up at me from the crook of my arm, puzzled.
“How will I earn my keep?” she asked.
“I’ll sponsor you while we’re in this wretched state. But you are mine. Exclusively. Nobody fucking touches you , or Hell will be paid.”
I expected a look of triumph to eclipse her expression at successfully manipulating me into granting what she’d wanted all along.
Instead, her eyes had gone starry, a gaze of sheer bliss.
I should have clarified in that fucking moment; this wasn’t about love .
It would never be about love between us.
This wasn’t me establishing some sort of meaningful relationship with her .
This was simply about keeping my favorite toy to myself.
Now that she had so closely embodied Vanna, I couldn’t stand the thought of other men having their way with her, soiling her image, faux as it was.
“ No one but you ,” Puppet whispered, shifting to drape her leg across my waist, moving cautiously to straddle me.
I allowed her placement of soft kisses against my chest, which moved up my neck, something I had never permitted before.
If a whore rode my cock, she did so with her arms pinned behind her back or in a reverse position.
And they never kissed me, nor I, them. My cock was the only part of my being that their lips ever touched.
It had been years since I’d kissed a woman. A lifetime ago…
“I belong to you, Legion, my Demon King… Only you,” she purred in that sultry, deeper tone, mimicking the sound of Vanna’s voice as she ground her slick heat along my shaft, hardening me beneath her.
Eager for another round of our twisted games, I gripped the back of her long black hair and forced her face to mine.
Staring into those false, dark brown eyes, I’d wished they were Vanna’s , and as my gaze fell to her mouth, her lips were still stained in that Dior Rouge red…
Closing my eyes, I forced those lips to mine and kissed her. A deep, passionate kiss that sealed our fates, setting into motion a chain of events I admittedly did not foresee…
“ D amien?” Puppet’s familiar voice drifts softly from within my river dwelling now, ripping me back to the present. “Is it you out there?”
I come to stand before the open sliding doors and holster my piece. The curvature of her form, evident in the darkness only by way of the glowing moon, is lying draped across my bed.
Like a loyal, yet unwanted dog , Puppet has always had a knack for tracking me down. I step inside and make my way to the fridge for a much-needed beer after tonight’s events. “What do you want?”
“You found me first this time around,” she says, her dark figure sitting up on the bed. “Why?”
I shrug and crack the top off the beer. Taking a swig, I move to lean against the small counter. “Figured I had a fifty-fifty shot as to whether Keegan and his crew would kill me. Wanted to get my dick wet one last time. You know, go out with a bang!”
“Could have paid any whore for that.” She saunters up to me and takes the beer from my hand. “Why me?”
“Old times’ sake.”
“Really?” She takes a sip, then hands the beer back to me.
Standing face to face in the tight quarters of this shared space, she leans against the kitchen table behind her.
The leather stretched across her ass rubs against the wood.
Although we’re conversing in the darkness, I have a sneaky suspicion she’s wearing Vanna’s leather leggings, and that corset top beneath what smells like a new leather jacket.
I grin inwardly at her attempt to play on our past.
“You can suck the nails out of a board, darling. Reason enough for you?” Only a soft sigh laced with disappointment emanates from her. “ Quid pro quo , Puppet… Why are you here? Last we spoke, you were rather adamant about a profound hatred for me.”
She snatches the beer again, right as I was about to take another swig, and downs a few gulps herself before asking, “Do you have anything harder than this?”
“I may be able to come up with something.”
“I’m still debating whether or not we’ll get to that . Might just be you and your hand tonight.”
I shrug as if indifferent. Hell, I may be, at least as far as fucking goes.
I am curious, however, if she’s still in touch with the man who has stolen my name and hijacked my reputation.
If she is, I must tread carefully… I don’t trust her enough to reveal my theories and suspicions.
If I’m correct, and they are in touch, interrogating her will only put this other Legion on high alert.
He might even be the reason behind her visit tonight.
The thought of her attempting to play me stokes the fires of hate within, but I play it cool.
“Thought you’d have hightailed it back to the desert when I took off.
” I study her expression as best I can in the insufficient lighting.
“You know there’s nothing left for me in Arizona… Besides… I knew if I stuck around, if you were still alive , you’d be back eventually.” She takes one last swig, then shoves the bottle back to me, muttering with discernible resentment, “ For her .”
I polish off the rest of the beer, letting her words linger between us without comment while I ponder over just who is waiting for whom. After placing the empty bottle on the counter behind me, I attempt to move past her, but she grabs my arm, halting me.
“Why did you throw me out? We were so happy for a time… You even told me I was yours.”
“ Promises, promises … Turns out, neither one of us is very good at keeping those. At least, not to each other ,” I practically growl as her words grate against the memories rushing back to me of that night…