Someone moving around has adrenaline forming insideme, expanding with each breath. Steadily, I sidestep into the shadows of the wall, using them like a cloak of darkness, and when another light switches on and the door opens, it illuminates the small apartment space.
My cock throbs at the realization she’s unaware of my intrusion as she heads toward the kitchen sink.
On her tiptoes, she reaches into the cupboard, and I watch in awe as her ass cheeks hang out of the scrap of fabric she wears as pajamas.
Unable to help myself, I move toward her, using the time she takes to fill a glass with water to creep up behind her.
Before she can open her mouth to speak, I clasp my thick hand over her mouth and pull her back against my chest. She struggles, but only briefly. It’s almost as if she knew I was there the entire time, and the notion delights me in ways it shouldn’t.
“Little Demon,” I rasp in her ear, and she shivers as she places the cup on the counter. “Are you going to play with me?” I must sound maniacal, and a sick part of me loves it. “I want answers.”
She freezes.
“Only you can give them to me.” I nuzzle into her neck and breathe in her familiar scent, the very same scent I’m becoming increasingly obsessed with.
This fixation with her, it’s not sane. Then again, everyone in the MC is certifiable one way or another.
I lick over the bite mark on her neck, and power infiltrates my bloodstream. Mine. She’s mine, however much I want to deny it.
My free hand travels over her taut stomach and up toward her heavy tits.
Jesus, she has a body for sinning, and I just so happen to be completely unholy.
At least until I’m finished with her.
It’s becoming harder and harder to remember why I’m here, especially when my cock aches to be inside her and my hands tighten to hold her in my embrace.
“I want answers, Little Demon,” I growl. “Tell me where my sister is.”
She attempts to shake her head, but the hold I have over her face makes it impossible. The muffled sound of her voice against my hand sends a surge of anger through me, and I spin her around so fast she stumbles against the corner of the counter.
“On your fuckin’ knees, Little Demon.”
Her mouth opens to protest, but after a quick scan of her surroundings, she drops to the floor.
My boots squeak on the linoleum as I step toward her and unbuckle my belt. “I should whip your ass,” I say, and her bottom lip wobbles. “Make it red, bloody, mark it with my brand.”
Her green eyes plead with me, and I like it—probably too much.
I snap my hand out and yank her head back by her hair, causing her to yelp. “I want to see my cum on your tongue. Do you understand me?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Don’t swallow a fuckin’ drop.”
Then I pull my cock from my jeans and pump it, delighting in the way her eyes fill with lust at each stroke. “Yeah, you want this, don’t you?” She rests her hands on her lap in a submissive position that has possession building inside me. “Kiss my tip, Little Demon, lick it nice and clean.”
I guide my thick length to her open mouth, and just as I commanded, her tongue darts out and swipes over my piercing, causing me to hiss through my teeth to remain in control. Strings of pre-cum slide down her chin, and I push the tip of my cock into her mouth, allowing her to suck the engorged head.
“Fuck, that’s good.”
I continue pumping, my hips driving forward of their own accord.
Sweat coats my forehead. Pump after pump. Lick after lick.
“That’s it.”
My balls draw up.
