She’s not going anywhere. And this girl is going to pay for making her yell.
Only my demon brothers and I get that honour.
Oh. She’s going to pay.
‘I was here first,’ the girl snarls in my Little Soul’s face. ‘This ismyparty! And he isminetonight!’ She grabs Willow’s bunny mask and rips it off. Disgust fills her features when she recognises who Willow is. When she realises whose mouth she has been sharing a dick with. ‘You?’ She looks her up and down with a repulsed sneer, and I hate the look on Willow’s face. The hurt. The anger. The child-like fear.
She’s hurt my Little Soul before. Sometime. Some place long ago.
‘Dirty little orphan,’ she bites out at her. ‘Why are you even here? You frigid, ugly little-’
I rest my hand on her cheek. When her eyes meet mine, I see her soul. Her rotten, festering soul. I see all the evil things she has done. All her sins lay before me, and I judge her worthy of my gifts.
Her pupils widen and shrink over and over before her expression becomes sweet and compliant.
I don’t say anything. I don’t need to. I know her greatest fears and the source of her pain.
I guide her head back down into my lap, and she sucks me in.
Then I look up at my Little Soul. She watches the whore suck my dick, so I pull her focus back to mine, guiding her face to mine.
‘Take them off,’ I order.
‘Take what off?’ she asks, her voice quiet and tinged with the hurt the spiteful human speared her with.
I lean in close and whisper in her ear, ‘Your underwear. Take them off. Then turn around and sit on me.’
Her eyes widen, a beautiful shimmer of uncertainty reflecting in her hazel pools.
‘People are watching.’
‘If I need to tell you again, Little Soul, you will be crawling out of here instead of walking. Do you hear me?’
She stands, takes a shaky little breath and glances around her. But she does as I tell her and hooks her thumbs around the waistband of her silk underwear. Nervously, she shimmies them down her legs.
I hold out my hand expectantly.
She gives them to me.
I did consider leaving her bare underneath when we dressed her in the dead girl’s costume. But I do so enjoy taking clothes off.
She looks down at the girl still unskilfully bobbing up and down on my cock, and I know she’s filled with jealousy. But she’ll soon see that this is for her. For my Little Soul.
I nod for her to sit.
She turns and places a leg on each side of my hips. I guide her down until her bare backside is on my lower stomach and her back is against my chest. I lift her legs, placing her stilettoed feet on my knees. They dig in, and it is a beautiful kind of pain I would only ever tolerate from her.
Then I widen them, spreading her legs with mine. Her body trembles as she grips the edges of the chair, and I expose her sweet cunt for all to see.
For this bitch of a human to see. I already know the jealousy in her eyes.
‘Let’s play, Little Soul,’ I whisper in her ear. ‘Your enemy is mine. I want to make her squirm for you.’
I take the whore’s wrist and pull myself free of her mouth, then use her hand to stroke me back and forth. She grins, thinking she’s won.
She’s not won a damn thing.
Using her hand, I guide the tip of my cock to my Little Soul’s sweet pussy. The whore’s eye twitches, but she doesn’t stop. She doesn’t give in. If this is what I want, she will give it to me.