Page 5 of Demon's Angel

“Could be you want to know for yourself, too,” he observes, sagely.

“Nah,” I shut him down fast. “Sure, she’s an attractive bitch, but she’s Nathan’s little sister, for fuck’s sake. And a woman like that, alone with a kid in tow, would be looking for a meal ticket.”

“Looking for a life-partner,” he corrects. He and Mo have been married thirty-six years. A few ups and downs along the way, but they’re pretty well matched. Neither tries to hide that they think I should be looking to settle down. He stares at me. “She used to follow you around like a lovesick puppy. She still carryin’ a torch for you?”

It’s so far from the truth, I laugh. “Not so you’d notice.”

“Kid used to think the sun shone out of your ass.”

“Not anymore.” I recall the dismissive way she’d treated me.

“So, you don’t want her, she’s not going to give you more than the time of day, but you want to make sure she’s not needin’ anything because you feel you owe it to Nathan.”

“’Bout sums it up.” One thing’s for certain; my old man’s not stupid.

“You’re the prez now,” he reminds me. “Put a prospect on her. No one gonna question you.” He nods toward the bar. “Dan’s pretty good.”

He’s right. Dan is. He’s got the knack of fading into the background. When he isn’t wearing his cut, of course.

“At least he might find out shit to settle your mind on how she’s doing. You could have come across her on a bad day. Havin’ a kid isn’t easy. ’Specially if she’s on her own. Could just have had a sleepless night.”

He’s right. There could be any number of reasons why Violet didn’t resemble the girl I used to know. A few minutes later, when Hell rises to go home to Moira, my mind is a lot lighter. I hadn’t liked the idea I’d let Nathan down, that something was going on with his sister that I should have, but hadn’t been able to prevent, as I hadn’t fucking given her a thought in years. Hell’s suggestion of siccing a prospect on her is a good one. At least this way, I could respect her wishes not to interfere but satisfy myself she was happy enough. If something needs fixing, armed with the knowledge of what, I could step up and help.

Not wasting a moment, I give Dan instructions and a description, together with what information I know, such as her family’s old address on the assumption that’s where they still live. I’m finally free to make my way over to Tulia.

“Prez,” she breathes at my approach, her eyes shining with anticipation.

“Doll, you intend on fuckin’ the man or the title?” I smirk.

“Does it matter?”

Her husky voice goes straight to my groin. My eyes feast on the tits which are only just hidden beneath her cropped top, and catch the sparkle from Liz’s handiwork, her belly-button jewel. Her crotch will be wet and easily accessible under her very short skirt. The fresh scent of shampoo and shower gel are all I can smell, letting me know mine will be the first cock inside her tonight. I don’t care how many come after, but I prefer to be the one filling her cunt first.

Or, rather, the condom. Don’t want to take any chances.

My hands find her shoulders, turn her around, then walk her across the room and into the prez’s, my,office. I admit to there still being a sense of satisfaction being able to bend a slut over the big desk and fuck her there. The girls find it novel, too. The last prez had never made himself available; Hellfire has always been faithful to Moira.

Without pausing more than to raise her skirt to her waist, confirming my suspicions she’s foregone panties tonight, and sliding a condom over my cock, I place my hands either side her head, raising it a fraction so she’s looking straight at the large Satan’s Devils flag hanging on the wall behind the desk, depicting the Grim Reaper and three little demons.

“Watch the devil and feel the demon,” I rasp softly into her ear. Now I’ve positioned her where I want her, her shiver of excitement confirms that my blatant display of power has aroused her. I’m not surprised to find her cunt dripping.

“Demon,” she pleads, “fuck me.”

Never let it be said I make a woman ask twice. I slam into her again and again until I feel her clench around me. Still holding myself back, I pull out when she’s finished her orgasm, lifting her up, seating her, then pushing her back until she’s lying flat on the desk, and hammer into her again. I take my time, drawing two more orgasms out of her before finally letting go myself.

My cock’s been well worked, my self-imposed discipline having heightened my arousal. When I eventually allow my balls to draw up and release my cum up through my cock and out to flood the condom, I see stars. And a face. Violet’s.

What the fuck?

Chapter Three

Demon

There is nothing about Tulia that reminds me of Violet. The sweet butt is auburn with freckles and grey-green eyes; Nathan’s baby sister is blonde, her skin fair and like porcelain, her eyes a startling blue. Tulia is slim, Violet curvy, with hips a man could hang onto while fucking.This is Vi I’m thinking about, Nathan’s sister.Not a random woman who might be up for a good time. My outrageous carnal thoughts are disrespecting both her and my friend’s memory.

So disgusted with myself for conjuring up Violet’s image at such an inappropriate time, I’m determined to stop thinking about her and our out-of-the-blue meeting. Making a conscious effort, I force her right to the back of my mind.

In that, I’m mostly successful. By Friday, I’ve barely thought of her once, even forgetting that I’d given Dan the instruction to watch her until I needed to remind the prospect to restock the bar, only to find he wasn’t around.

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