Page 17 of Demons & Damnation

Chapter 9

Kyla woke the next morning feeling deliciously sore, exhausted, but oh so satisfied. Dylan had taken off in the middle of the night, as per his usual M.O.

The two of them had had a fling going for years but it had never been anything more than sex, a mutual recognition of being attracted to each other and trying to wear it out with red hot sex. So far, all that had happened was their sex had become nothing but a game, a constant clash of control of who could better the other.

Kyla had had her fair share of others, but none of them quite understood her like Dylan did. He knew exactly what to say and when to say it. He also knew exactly what to do and when to do it. The problem was, he was hardly ever around to satiate Kyla’s borderline nymphomaniac tendencies.

He would stick around for a month or so and then disappear for three months or more. The longest he’d ever been gone was a year. Even then, he’d strolled back into her life and fucked her brains out like he’d never been away at all. Their dynamic was odd, but it worked for them.

As she looked over at the empty space next to her, smiling at the rumpled sheets, she realised she wouldn’t have things any other way. She had the best of both worlds—singledom and a drop-dead gorgeous fuck buddy.

Kyla’s phone sprang to life, pulling her from her daydreams of Dylan. Grabbing it from her bedside table, she turned it over to see Sam calling her.

“S’up, homie?” she said, answering the call.

“Are you up for some breakfast at the café?”

“Sure. What time?”

“I’ll meet you there in thirty?”

Kyla held the phone away from her ear to see the time on the top right of her phone screen. Nine thirty-two. “Sure, I can do that.”

“Cool. See you then.” Sam paused and then said, “Oh. My shithead brother is back so he might join us, he’s still deciding. That ok?”

Kyla’s heart skipped a beat. “Yeah, no worries at all.”

“Great. See you in a bit.”

Kyla hung up the phone and tried to ignore the gnawing feelings of guilt biting at her conscience. Throwing back the duvet and heading for the shower, Kyla stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the carnage from last night laid out all over the landing and bathroom floor.

Her phone pinged with a text message. Looking down at her hand, she turned her phone over to see a message.

Dylan: I mean it, I’m not paying for it. That’s what you get for being a brat.

Kyla couldn’t help but grin. She loved being a brat to him. The way it set off his dom side turned her legs to jelly every time.

Kyla: I don’t need a bathroom door anyway *shrug shoulders emoji* I live alone and even if I didn’t, I’ve got a hot enough body to walk around naked *grinning face emoji*

She hit the send button and grinned to herself. Dylan knew she had sex with other people, but he didn’t like it. The thought of her walking around naked and the implication of not living alone would have him seething for the rest of the day. Which, of course, would only make for a good fucking tonight.

He replied almost instantly.

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