Lilith returns to her seat beside me. Instinctively, my eyes fall on her. I am utterly enamored. A tickle in the back of my mind says it has nothing to do with how pretty she is.
I’ve never been one to care for looks. She has them, of course. A soft gentle face, with hair that frames it in rivers of gold. Her striking blue eyes command my attention, no matter my wish to turn away. She is small in stature, with curves that are amplified by her fit physique.
It’s almost as if she had been engineered in some lab, to have the perfect proportions any man would give his life to possess. Or, at the very least, kill to spend a night with.
But as much as I tell myself that having her here is a terrible mistake, I know it’s a lie. My mind and my body have different needs for her.
Where I’m going crazy with thoughts of the trouble she may cause for the Veil, my hands fidget uneasily. My internal parts disagree on so many things about Lilith; however, they are in full and absolute agreement about one thing.
They want a night with her, even if it means killing to get it…
“Did I make you uncomfortable?”
I hadn’t noticed my throbbing erection below the table, until she returned to it. It’s all I can think about now. Delusional fears that if it grows any thicker, my cock’s going to knock on the wooden underside to say hello.
“No,” she says flatly, uninterested in furthering our conversation.
Visions of all the terrible things I want to do to her flood my mind, and I have no way of distracting myself. Had we toppled over the threshold, it would not be for gentle lovemaking. Or as simple as having sex.
I want to destroy her. Devour her. Taste every inch of her skin and use her tight little cunt as my personal fucking toy. I want to hear her gagged moans and see the mascara running down her face while I fuck it into obedience. I long to bathe in the orgasmic euphoria of her screaming my name, begging for more.
“Scared you?” I continue.
She should be scared. If not of the Head and his plans never ending in happy endings, then of me and all the fun little things I’d do to her.
“I’m fine,” she says curtly, leaning into the newfound confidence her break brought.
“Maybe we got off on the wrong foot. Should we start over?” I ask, turning away from her, however difficult it isto do. It shouldn’t be hard to look away and I sure as fuck shouldn’t feel a hollowness in my gut when I do. I’m far from falling apart, but a thread’s unraveling.
And it’s her fucking fault.
“What’s the point?” She rolls her eyes. Two deep blue oceans that threaten to drown me. “You’ve made your judgment, and I know where we stand. So, this is me returning the favor. Let’s just sit here quietly until the night is over.”
Hmm. Probably for the best, yet I find the notion displeasing.
“The night’s still young.” A boiling mixture of anxious discomfort burns through my body, igniting every fibrous tissue inside me.
Come. Play with me, Lilith.
She ignores me and, instead, she shoves her slender hand into her purse. It returns with her cellphone in it, a message running across the screen:
Tell me if he’s hot. Mama needs a new man.
“There’s still time for you to change your mind,” I add.
“Don’t count on it,” Lilith snaps. Then her fingers dart across the screen with incredible and intense proficiency.
Yes, she intrigues me.
More than I care to admit. More than I should allow.
In some ways, I understand it. She was my first, so to speak. She fell across my path on the night of my ascension. Hers was the first face I saw, sleepy and dazed, when I became the man I was born to be.
Now she’s in my home.
She is also a liability, who should have died on that rock but didn’t.
And now, she’s crawling under my skin in all the wrong ways.
