Page 61 of Nemesync
“You’re losing control and your pussy is begging me for more. Should I give you more?”
His voice is so low, it feels like a dream, or a nightmare, I don’t even know anymore. It feels surreal, but nothing ever felt this real at the same time.
My eyes roll back as I feel waves of pleasure running through my body, my knees let go and my body tenses, contractions everywhere on the lower part, and then, finally,relief.
Stars everywhere around me and inside me, illuminating every inch of my body. I’m gone.
A small whimper comes out of my lips, and I bite it down. My breath cuts, I’m suffocating, burning, intoxicated by him.
I was going to fall but he caught me and turned me over.
He pulls his hand out of my shorts and licks his fingers clean in front of my face, one by one, without ever looking away from my eyes.
“You taste like my own fucking inferno, Zanae.”
I felt no more energy in me, my face warm, my mind blank.
I can’t believe what just happened.
He raises me in his arms and takes me to my room. Not a single word came out of his mouth, but the silence was comfortable in his arms. My face pressed against his bare chest, leaving me to focus only on the rapid beat of his heart.
When we arrive, he leaves me on the bed, leaning on his arms on both sides of me, imprisoning me. “This is only the beginning,Milaya, I can’t wait to find out how to make your body react in every conceivable and dirty way possible.”
His mouth travels down my stomach, as he lifts my shirt, and stops at its edge. He plants a kiss there, sucks the skin, and leaves a purplish mark on the zone.A hickey.
He looks up at me before adding. “And don’t forget, I tasted it, so it’s fucking mine now.”
And then he goes away, leaving me lost, not understanding what happened. I fall asleep asking myself if I dreamed of it, or if it really happened.
The next morning came, and Nikolai was already there, “Look at that, the little sleeping beauty is finally awake.”
I looked at him dizzy from my sleep. “Nikolai I’m really in a bad mood today.”
“Oh, why would you be?” The Devil asked, sitting on the sofa.
Maybe because you finger-fucked me when I was just going to take some fresh air this night and left me in my room to sleep with no fucking explanation or whatsoever?
I didn’t even respond to him and looked at Nikolai again who’s about to say something.
“Tonight, we have a party at the club. You’re going to come with us, Elijah and I will be there. It’s just a party not a mission. But it’s better for your safety to be with us and not just here alone.”
I smiled at him playfully, “Didn’t know I could have fun during work but okay, is there any dress code for tonight?”
Elijah met my gaze, and asked, “Do you have anything to wear there or?”
“No but I’m going to go shopping today, just give me the dress code.”
Nikolai rose, handing me a cup of coffee. “Black. Elijah’s a bit grumpy lately, so he figured black might improve his mood.”
Of course.
I grinned into my mug, meeting the psycho’s gaze. “Not surprised. I’ll grab my car and find something.”
I left them hanging and went to do some shopping.
Of course, there is a guard following me, secretly, as if I didn’t know. It’s just ridiculous at this point. I knew very well that it was the Devil who had sent him to make sure I was safe.
But I couldn’t stop thinking about him even after browsing so many shops.
