“Mm. I knew my good girl was lurking beneath those stupid little ideas Allison puts in your head.”
She gasps at the mention of her friend, turning in my arms as they had gone too lax to hold her steady.
Her eyes take in my mask, my black eyes being the only thing staring down at her.
My mother always said they were the Devil’s eyes. Perhaps that’s why she did the things she did to me.
Perhaps if I didn’t have the Devil’s eyes, I wouldn’t be the Devil incarnate today.
That’s neither here nor there. The past is what it is, and we can only move forward.
“You can’t hurt her. Please, leave her out of this.”
I scoff. “Haven’t you done enough for her? Where does your protection end?”
Her eyes speckle with fear, and its coloring is so perfect against the gray of her irises.
“You know nothing about me,” she says, her voice soft and careful.
“I know everything.” I tug her to me, clutching her throat in my hand. “I even know what you feel like when you flutter around my fingers.”
She gasps, ripping her nails into my gloves as if to break through and steal my very DNA. “No, you don’t!” she grunts, trying to breathe as I cock my head preternaturally, watching her fight.
She’s so fierce.
I inhale her strength like a drug, shivering when it laces through me. “The real question is, why are you pretending you don’t know me, Greer? Do you realize that when you rouse, thinking you’ve come in your sleep, that it wasmecommanding your orgasm? Your body knows me.”
Her tears are back, and this time, they seem to have shame floating on their surface before they roll down over the leather of my gloves. They never sink into the naturally waterproof surface; they move on quickly, finding somewhere to hide.
“Please, don’t hurt me,” she whispers, choked by emotion as I toss her back onto the bed in one smooth thrust.
“I came here to warn you. You get the police off my fucking trail, or your blood will be the next on my gloves.”
She shakes, backing up as I lean over where she’s fallen, her legs dangling over the edge.
“You’re mine. Everything to do with you belongs to me. You don’t speak about me outside of this house. Our business is nottheirbusiness. Do you understand me, pretty poison?”
Her entire body is shaking, her gaze latching onto the only part of me uncovered: my eyes.
My hands slink up her thighs, spreading them wide. “If you scream, you die. Got me?”
She nods violently, her tears now falling like Niagara Falls.
Sliding her panties to the side, my action makes her realize what’s about to happen to her.
She forced me to slink through the shadows tonight to avoid detection from the prying eyes of Oakland’s finest. She’ll be punished for it.
“Please, don’t…” she whimpers, sobs choking her words as I flip her over on the bed, tossing her nightgown over her supple ass and thronging the butt of her panties up her crack, exposing her beautiful flesh.
My hand rubs over each globe. “Begging is futile. I know your body better than you do. Besides, I take what’s mine.”
“No, please. Anything else. I’ll do anything,” she begs.
A dark chuckle rumbles out of me as I remove my glove, rear back, and slap her ass cheek.
The shock of it ripples up my arm, leaving behind a delicious sting.
Her cry of surprise only feeds the looming darkness. “Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep, Greer.”
