Page 5 of Love in the Dark

"Question one," Cherrie starts, her voice low and throaty. "What is your greatest fear?"

There was a brief pause. “Living.” Azazel quickly jumps in with his question, "What’s the one thing that keeps you up at night?"

“Accepting who I really am,” Cherrie answers

“And who are you?”

Cherrie giggles. “That’s two questions, Mr. Reachable. My turn. If someone you loved committed a gruesome murder, would you help them cover it up?”

“Who says I'm not the loved one that committed the gruesome murder?” Azazel questions.

“Do you know how this game goes? You can’t answer a question with a question.” Cherrie laughs.

“Fine, okay. Yes. I would help them cover it up. Alright, have you ever had a dream about killing someone for sexual arousal?”

Cherrie lets out a small gasp. “Maybe.”

“Ms. Unavailable, can you promise me that you will finish this game with me tomorrow? I have to get to work.”

“Ah yes, this very important job of yours that only you can handle… goodnight, Mr. Reachable.”

Two years later Cherrie and Azazel have been an inseparable team since. Their chemistry builds a safe space for them to be a tornado of beautiful chaos.

Chapter Two

Deadly Passion

Azazel stands over his latest victim, a man who has crossed one of his many criminal associates. The man is tied to a chair, a gag in his mouth, and fear in his eyes as he watches the intimidating figure of Azazel approach with a knife in hand.

The room is dark and secluded, an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town.Cherrie stands nearby, watching with a mix of excitement and arousal playing across her face. As Azazel towers over the helpless man, Cherrie licks her lips, feeling her heart race and her pussy begins to throb with anticipation. She knows what’s about to happen, and the forbidden nature of it all only adds to her excitement.

Azazel smirks, noticing the hungry look in Cherrie's eyes. He knew the effect these situations have on her, and he loves using it to his advantage. Without breaking eye contact with Cherrie, he slowly reaches down and grabs the man by the hair, yanking his head back to expose his throat. The victim whimpers behind the gag, his eyes wide and pleading.

"Watch me, baby," Azazel growls, his voice deep and laced with desire. "You know how much I love it when you see me like this."

Cherrie takes a step forward, her heart pounding as she approaches Azazel and the bound man. She reaches out and traces a finger along Azazel's muscular arm, her breath quickening as she speaks.

"I love watching you take what you want, Az. It makes me so fucking wet."

Azazel's eyes glitter with a dangerous light as he brings the knife closer to the man's throat, slowly drawing it across his pale skin, causing a thin line of blood to appear. The man whines in pain and terror, his body squirming in his restraints.

"That's right, baby," Azazel purrs, his attention still focused on Cherrie. "You like seeing me mark them, don't you? Knowing that they're mine, and only mine?"

Cherrie's lips curve into a mischievous smile as she undoes the top button of her blouse, revealing the swell of her full breasts. "I do, but I want more. I want to feel you inside me while he watches. I want him to know that I'm yours, and that his life is in your hands. I want playtime, Daddy. Please?"

Azazel's breath quickens at her words, and he presses the knife harder against the man's throat, drawing a thin line of blood that trickles down his neck. "Fuck, Cherrie. You're so dirty. I love it." Azazel runs the blade down Cherrie’s arm “We can have play time, my little cherry blossom.”

He presses his body against Cherrie's, reaching down to cup her breasts, squeezing them roughly through her blouse. Cherrie moans, her head falling back as she enjoys the intense sensation.

"Take me, Az. I want him to see me cum all over your dick."

Without another word, Azazel spins Cherrie around, pressing her against the wall. He lifts her skirt, revealing the lace tops of her stockings and the bare skin of her thighs. Azazel hookshis fingers into the waistband of her panties, and rips them off in one swift motion, baring her pussy for both him and the frightened man to see.

Cherrie gasps at the sudden exposure, the cool air on her wet folds sending shivers up her spine. Azazel growls as he lowers his zipper, his hard dick springing free. He positions himself at Cherrie's entrance, teasing her by rubbing the tip of his dick against her sensitive clit.

The man in the chair struggles against his bonds, his eyes wild as he watches the intimate display. Azazel chuckles, a dark and sinister sound.

"Look at him, baby. He's desperate to get a good view. Let's give him a good show."

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