Chapter 71 Cecilia
Cecilia
“I’m fucked. This is a deal with the devil."
She’s funny, even in her own head. Even when that pretty head always seems to be running a mile a minute, I’m shocked that she’s able to get anything done at all. “I’m not the devil, but I do work closely with her—she’s a lovely gal.”
Her eyes widen and she looks thoroughly confused. “I didn’t say that out loud?” Her brows are practically touching when she adds, “H—how did you know what I was thinking?”
I’m in her space, wrapping around her as much as I can, worshiping her.
Bringing my human form to light is usually a task, but she’s so heavily lusting after me already, it was no problem showing myself.
“You’ve done some research, Eliza… you tell me.
How do I know what’s going through this pretty head of yours?
” I yearn for her and the knowledge she already holds.
It’s not something I’m rewarded with every day, if any day, getting to be exactly who I am from the moment someone enters my room.
Being able to do so has brought all new feelings to the forefront of my own mind, too.
“There’s no way that random blog was right…”
“What’d that random blog say? If I were a betting woman, I’d bet my life’s savings on it being correct.” I chuckle, adding, “Which is nothing because I’m dead, and I’ll take your response as a yes to the cunt feasting.” I shoot her a wink from my position on my knees.
She starts thinking to herself. “You fucked up, bitch, wanting to fuck the hot ghost. You’ve truly got a reserved spot in hell.”
She shocks me with the crackle of her laughter, not just a chuckle, but a full belly laugh. Her voice isn’t anywhere as deep as mine, but her laugh is something special, one that I’ll never forget.
It’s rich.
Rich in love, and light. Real light, the kind fighting to escape from behind the dark cloud that is the man she brought with her.
Rich enough to live in your mind, replaying over and over, hoping like hell that you’ll hear it again.
Her laugh is quickly cut off when we hear heavy footsteps coming down the hall.
I conceal my body in preparation, but I didn’t even have to.
Eliza’s lust for me is gone. Dried up. Evaporated right as this sorry excuse for a man steps close to her.
If he’s in her space, her whole demeanor changes, and I don’t like it one bit.
My pretty little bird.
Mine.
He’s had her caged for too long.
It’s my turn to keep her.
I’ll cherish every moment my Eliza is in my presence.
Not even both of his feet make it through the door before he’s barking out, “What the fuck could you possibly be laughing at? And that loud, Eliza—you’re embarrassing.”
I’m going to kill him.
Whether that was her thought or mine, I know we’re on the same page when she looks up to where I am again, behind the curtains, causing them to move.
Immediately, I can feel her relax, sighing with relief, and a fucked up part of me wants it to be because of me.
Because I’m still here for her, and she knows I am.
Her finding comfort in that is enough to have me smiling to myself.
They’re lying in bed together, and I know this is my time to shine. It’s dark, the snow is still falling outside, and I know I’ll have even longer with Eliza because of it. I’m hovering abovethem when I start to step on his chest.
I have to take care of this problem. The dark cloud that dares to share air with my Pretty Bird.
I regretfully let my mind drift into his, forcing him to hear me.
“No one’s saving you here, Banjo. It was so sweet of you to offer your soul up for the machine.
” He startles awake, his brows pulling together from what I know he just heard.
He sure as hell has no clue what I’m talking about, but he will.
He’ll learn soon enough.
“Who said that?” he blurts out.
I see Eliza’s lips pull up, silently smiling, knowing how deeply I’ve already planted myself.
“Who said what, Banjo?” she questions like the good girl she is. Though we won’t play with him long, driving him crazy, forcing him to think he’s hearing things she’s not, it’s all part of the process to break him. “You always say I’m the crazy one, and look who’s hearing shit now…”
“There’s a machine here, right?”
“Yeah, I think… Why?” Oh, she’s playing along beautifully.
“I swear I just heard someone say I was so nice to offer up my soul…” He sounds genuinely scared, and I haven’t felt happiness like this in way too long.
“The word about the machines is that it has all the souls it wants already. There’s no offering up”—she puts her fingers up to air quote her words—“new souls for the taking…” A wicked smile is on her lips when she adds, “That would be fun though, wouldn’t it?”
We’re both laughing now, and Banjo’s heart is beating triple time. The lust pours off Eliza’s body like honey, and I’m unable to fight it. I didn’t want to show myself to him just yet, but it looks like my Pretty Bird can’t help herself.
I’m between them on the bed, facing Eliza, when I feel myself let go and pull into her lust. “Who the fuck are you?!”
“Your wife’s new girlfriend.”
She’s soon to be a widow if I have my way with him.