Page 83 of Bound By Lust

I fucking hate this!

I run my hand over the screen, watching her sleep as I work out this anger boiling in my blood. I look at our room and see a heavy red haze floating in the air… I don’t know what it is, but apparently it’s the reason Jessica has been saying I smell so good lately. The killer part is the moment any of the maids get a whiff of it, they start clawing at each other, fucking, and sometimes they even keel over, bleeding, moaning, and dying…

What the fuck…?

I’ve had to replace over twenty-five maid and butlers from having a sudden, sex-crazed addiction that leaves them fucking so long they don’t care about sleep or eating. They just die…this shit is getting annoying…but I don’t want this shit to come in contact with my wife until I have it under control…

Closing my eyes, I sigh and do the only thing I can. I saw it in one of her anime… what was it… Black Clover!That guy Asta has a mini devil at his side…I lift up my shirt and shift my hand, using my claw to dig into my body, grunting, biting back the pain.FUCK!I pant and bite down on my lip, damn near cutting through the bitch as I yank out a rib.

I grunt, slowing my breathing, taking the bloody rib and cupping my hands over it.I only need to put a little of my power in it… just enough for it to watch over it… it doesn’t need to much I’ll be back in three days…Just like I’ve been doing, I just think about what I want… visualize a mini me… literally. I infuse it with my lust, power, and protectiveness.

With a burst of red heat and black smoke sizzling in my fingers, I open my hands to see a mini replica of me…literally!The damn thinghas everything down to my relative dick size in mini form.Damn… this power is crazy…but I feel myself getting sleepy as I bleed out and knock on the door. Randolf rushes in in his demon form, seemingly the only one not too afflicted by the thick haze.

Before I pass out, I whisper to it with ragged breath.

“Stick to her like skin,” I command. “If anything gets too close… rip out its fucking throat.”

Tiny Frank salutes with his toy-sized middle finger before he his wings flap out just like mine and it zips past Randolph. It vanishes, and I see it on the camera screen floating above Jessica who sleeps naked with her legs spear wide open because she said her pussy needed to cool off from all the fucking.

However, I grunt jealously when it turns to the camera, knowing I’m watching, and holds up two middle fingers and stick its tongue at me out with a sinister grin. Then I see it zip right up her pussy, making her shudder and moan in her sleep.

That fucking son of a bitch!I fist my hands coughing up blood.

“Milord, the inhaler,” Randolf calls and hands it to me. The second I press the tool, my eyes roll to the back of my head and I hum out a deep growl that shakes the room as my lungs breath in the miasma. Slowly, the open wound starts to heal, but my rib never grows back.

But I don’t give a fuck about none of that… I fist my hands, glaring because now I’m jealous of my own mini me.Damn, I got to get better so I can learn how to shrink… I want to live in her pussy too.That’s my last thought before I pass out…

jessica

I square my shoulders, smoothing down my press badge lanyard. The room is all glass and chrome, with bright lights, bottled water, and nerves bouncing off every polished surface.

I smooth my palms down the front of my skirt, heart thudding harder than it does before kickoff. Everyone keeps saying this isn’t a big deal, that it’s just press and questions.But I know better.

This isn’t just media.

This is the moment people decide who I am before they even hear me speak. I pace the floor, wishing Frank was here, but I shake the thought away. That will just make me sad, and I don’t want to cry on camera. I turn on my heel and go still when the door swings open, and a woman walks in like she owns every inch of the floor. Shit, from the confidence in her step, she might as well.Damn, get it biiigg!

When she struts over to me, I take the moment to look her over. She’s small, barely past my shoulder in heels, but there’s nothing small about her presence. Her hair is sleek and wrapped into aperfect low bun, her suit tailored like armor, her makeup is light but laid for the Gods, and her smile is big and bright with pearly white teeth. But it’s her eyes that are the draw. They’re sharp, calculating, and focused.

There’s no doubt this woman deserves to be where she is, and I know she’s at the top.

A beautiful weapon disguised as grace.

“Jessica Hurts?” she says, offering her hand, and I take it.

“Y-yes,” I answer with a smile.

“I’m Amara Blanchard. I’ll be coaching you through today’s media blitz.” Her grip is firm and steady. Shit, she’s so on point that suddenly I want to sit up straighter.

“It’s good to meet you,” I say honestly.

She smiles before giving me a slow once over, not judgmental, just thorough. Like she’s checking for any cracks to lay cement over because she rooting for me to pass.

“Likewise. Would you like to have a seat while we discuss what this weekend is about?” she questions and I nod, going over to the nice wooden table in the far corner of the room near the window with fresh flowers and snacks, all my favorites.They really spared no expense.“Great.” She takes a seat, then looks at her clipboard. “Then lets gets to work.”

“Let’s,” I nod ready as she lays the groundwork.

“Okay first, let’s keep it clean, confident, and concise. They’re going to ask about your stats, your game style, and a few willpush for commentary on recent rumors.Ignore the noise.Speak to your strength.

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