Page 62 of Demons and Debts
I dig my knuckles into her just shy of painful and watch her mouth open on a whimper. I want to go further. Right now. Damned if I can stop myself.
I make sure she can take in air because for once I don’t want to kill the bitch I’m going to fuck. This one’s special somehow, at least for right now, and I wonder if this was what I’ve been feeling every time I’ve watched her, smelled her, since she got here.
I move her underwear to the side, noting with amusement that her panties are massive as I slip a finger into her. The sound that comes from her is something between a whine, a moan, and a whimper, and I fucking love it. There's fear in her eyes, but she wants it too. I can feel how much as I thumb her clit, as I move my lone finger in and out. She's tight and I'm filled with the urge to bury my face between those thighs.
She comes fast and suddenly, fingers clawing at the dirt beside her as a cry is ripped from her throat.
It echoes through the trees.
‘That's right, human, let Korban make you feel good,’ I murmur, glad that Paris isn’t here for this one.
I don’t need him tonight. I realize in surprise I've never actually been with a woman without Paris, not since I got out of that place.
I frown, pulling my finger from her and, unable to stop myself, I suck it clean, holding back a deep, possessive growl of pleasure.
‘Fuck,’ I breathe, glancing down at her.
She's panting, eyes staring at the sky. She's not moving though I’ve let her throat go and she could if she wanted. That delicious lust that was coming from her before is completely gone now, as if it was never there at all.
She's blinking hurriedly and sniffling. I stand up and tower over her.
‘Get up,’ I say.
She gets to her feet slowly, her clothes in disarray, avoiding looking at me altogether.
‘Fix your clothes,’ I growl, and she flinches as she does what I say, pulling at them, rebuttoning and zipping her jeans.
I push her in front of me.
‘Move,’ I say, taking her back to the house and inside through the pool door.
I pull her straight into the gym, wanting somewhere that I can contain her and that's one of the only rooms in the house without a window.
I push her down to sit on the mats in the middle of the room where I can keep an eye on her while I empty her backpack out on the table. Rifling through the contents, I find nothing that’s from the house, nothing about who she really is. There are some clothes and other necessities and that’s about it. My eyes widen at what I find hidden at the bottom of the bag. Is that a dildo? It’s so pink …and sparkly.
I glance at her, wondering if she’s playing with me, but she gives nothing away. She's just sitting cross-legged, staring at the floor. I throw everything back in including her little toy.
‘Who are you working for?’ I ask again.
Nothing. She doesn't show that she's heard anything I've said. I stand over her and her eyes don’t move from a single spot on the mats in front of her.
‘Look at me,’ I order, and she slowly lifts her head.
Her expression is as blank as it was out in the woods. She's wrapped her arms around herself like she's cold.
‘Get up,’ I order her again, pulling her to her feet.
I take her through the hidden passage behind the mirror that comes out in the pantry, and we go through the kitchen and up the back stairs back to Theo’s room.
Thankfully, it looks like the party is over and there doesn’t seem to be anyone in the house. They probably went to the bar or something, but I check my phone just in case. I have messages on the group chat asking if I’ve seen the new girl and I let everyone know I just saw her wandering the house and brought her back to her room. I don’t want them knowing anything else just yet.
As we go into Theo’s room, my guiding hand comes off her. Not looking back, she kicks off her shoes and goes straight into Theo's closet, not even turning on the light.
I stare after her, wondering what the fuck she's doing.
Weird human.
She doesn't act like a spy. She doesn't even act like an on-call girl, always brushing up against the guys, always wanting the high. I can’t fucking stand being around them most days.
