Page 24 of Monster's Naughty List
I actually thought my mother and Doris would get along splendidly. They could have a joint session telling me all the shit I’d done wrong in their eyes.
Cocking my head to the side, I narrowed my eyes, and Doris took two steps back as if finally understanding that I was not fucking around. “I’m going to say this one time, Doris. So make sure your hearing aids are turned all the way up.”
Before she could scold me for my tone, I continued. “I have been the most considerate and needlessly apologetic neighbor for the entirety of my residence here. Any time I so much as breathed too loudly and you complained, I apologized. I’m not doing that anymore.”
A lightbulb went off in my head, and I knew the best way to fluster her into leaving me alone was to tell her a version of the truth.
“And Doris, I am working out. I’m getting fucked by three massive monster cocks, so if you don’t mind going back down to your apartment, I’d like to get back to that.”
She reacted exactly as I’d expected, her cheeks flushing bright red as she blinked furiously, stunned by my crass words. The icing on the cake was when I backed up enough to grab the edge of my door to close it and added, “Maybe that’s exactly what you’re missing from your life. Go get some dick, and maybe you won’t be so miserable.”
And then I slammed the door shut in her face.
A giddy feeling flowed through me at having finally told Doris off after years of mistreatment. It was a natural high, and I knew it wouldn’t have happened without the influence of Del’s powers, pulling these suppressed emotions to the surface.
I held my chin high as I prowled through the apartment on my way to the bedroom and winked at the two monsters in my living room, both of whom looked stunned at what had just occurred. I was just as stunned as them, and was giving myself a mental pat on the back.
Damn, that felt good.
Going back to my bedroom, I scoffed lightly when I saw Del had made himself comfortable in the middle of my bed. He was half lying and using my pillows to prop himself against the wall. His curling horns looked like they were dangerously close to scratching the wall.
“Comfortable?” I asked, sarcasm dripping as I crossed my arms across my chest.
His brows rose as if to say, ‘Yeah, and?” The fucking balls on this dude.
It hit me then that maybe this was his way of closing back up after I had called him out, showing him he couldn’t hide from me.
Crossing the distance to him, I asked, “You think I’m going to let it go that you just flayed me open like a fucking emotional butcher and move the hell on?”
Moving to the bed, I did exactly what my body wanted and quickly moved to straddle him. I was pleased when he hastily recalled his hard armor seconds before I landed on him. His green eyes narrowed in suspicion, like he didn’t trust my motive, and he was right—he definitely shouldn’t.
Regardless, his hands quickly snaked down to grab my hips firmly. With his half slouched position and me sitting, we were eye level--exactly the way I wanted it. However, when I felt the way his cock pressed against my throbbing center, I realized this part of my plan had backfired.
It flustered me, making me momentarily lose sight of my plan.
Inhaling sharply, I focused back on the monster who riled me like no other. As I took in his face, I knew instantly his defenses had slammed into place, firm as the Great Wall of China.
It was evident in the way his jaw clenched, the tick betraying how tightly wound he was. The way his throat bobbed as he swallowed nervously, unsure of what I was going to do. And also in the way I felt his heart thud against my palm where it rested on his chest.
“Tell me, Del,” I purred, trailing my finger up to his throat. Pressing my nail into the soft flesh of his neck, I asked, “Did I not just see on your face earlier how much you wanted me? And the way you softened towards me, so close to exposing all those racing thoughts I can tell you bottle up in your head?”
His cock twitched under me when I pressed my nail into his throat, and it clicked into place. It was the opposite of my time with Oz. Del liked when I took control, and well…that worked out perfectly because he pulled out a side of me that wanted to do exactly that.
He wasn’t giving in completely, though. His eyes sparked as his fingers tightened on my hips, “What do you want me to say, Vixen? Do you want me to admit that I’ve never wanted to expose my own repressed issues to anyone else before? That I’m fucking happy someone cares enough to see past the mask of indifference I keep in place?”
Fuck, that was exactly what I wanted to hear, but the heat in his words made my hips rock against him. The crackling tension and energy between us was intoxicating.
He shoved off the wall, encircling my waist and taking my ass into his hands, pulling me to him tightly. “What the fuck would you do then, Vixen, if all that was true?”
It was a challenge and a plea, rolled into one. He wanted me to rise up and prove that he was right—that I wasn’t scared of his vulnerable admission.
But before I could answer, his face softened and his voice dipped to a whisper. “Or do you want me to admit that I feel like you’d choose my brothers over me? All I can give you is anger and fear, when what they provide is something you’d want: lust and calming. All I’d add to your life is negative emotions. Who the fuck wants to be angry?”
The way Del worried he wasn't enough was like hearing an echo of my own heart. But he was wrong, and I wouldn’t let him stew in his self-loathing. He had taken a big leap of faith, exposing himself deeply, and I owed him the same in return.
My hands trailed up his chest once more, twining around his neck and locking together as I pressed my chest into his, my nipples hard pebbles brushing against him through my thin shirt.
No going back now.
