Page 54 of Scent of Desire
“It’s Lily,” she said, out of breath. “She’s here.”
My eyes opened, alert. “What?”
“Yeah, she’s gone crazy. She asked everyone to leave at the entrance, yelling crazy things! She thinks you’re up to some evil plan and—”
“Where is she?” I commanded, my brain unable to function properly from the moment I heard her name.
“I locked her inside of room one. I didn’t know what to do with her. She was unstoppable!”
I rushed to the security cameras and watched the first room. Lily was here. Inside, in the dark and curling on herself in a corner. No. No. No.
“What the fuck did you do!” I roared. She was scared of the dark, and she was surrounded by it. This was a nightmare for her. “Let’s go.”
Like a madman, I bolted down the stairs, not thinking twice. Lily was locked inside. Even if she wanted to tear apart my business or, for what it’s worth, kill me, it wouldn’t matter. I’d gladly give her the torch or the knife to do so if it meant I’d get to see her again. She needed me. I couldn’t fail her.
Melissa ran behind me, not fast enough, as I arrived in front of the room.
“Open it!” I ordered her.
Melissa scanned her card, and I rushed inside the soundproof room, finally able to call my flower goddess out. “Lily!”
All black.
There was no sign of her.
“What did you—”
The door locked behind me. In a flash, the bitter taste of betrayal angered me. Melissa must have switched the cameras.
Lily was still stuck in one of those rooms, and I was—
“Fuck!” I hit the metallic—and impenetrable—door like a maniac. Blood spread on my knuckles, but I continued, even if I knew I wouldn’t be able to break it. I’d had them built. The only escape was with the badge.
Stopping momentarily, my demons on the prowl, I heard a whistle.
Fuck.
The aphrodisiac was getting poured inside those rooms.
Awild storm rushed through my core.
An evil plague took hold of my limbs.
Bolts of fire blazed over my corpse.
I was a bloodred monster, like a vampire awakening from his tomb in a thirst for blood.
Damn it. This wasn’t good. I was about to become my worst self. The aphrodisiac infused like venom, hungering the monster inside of me. I had spent all my living time managing my impulses, and now they’d get freed without any turning back.
I grunted, falling to the ground, my whole body aching for a release, submitting to my human flesh. My vision reddened, calling out for blood, to take each of their pitiful lives. My cock was as hard as a rock, and I gripped onto whatever I could, resisting the addiction—no, the need—to touch myself and end my torment.
“Lily!” I screamed my whole guts out.
Initially, I was yelling to warn her. Save her. But now, I was calling her name so I could take her and use her savagely to pleasure myself. I’d enslave her to me, tighten her in the ropes at my mercy so I’d kiss, slap, lick her until I was satiated. I’d devour her until our last breaths, so we’d die in a flood of pleasure.
My hand stroked my length through my pants, having a mind of its own, and I was getting off on this idea. Gasping and moaning, the waves of pleasure hit me the hardest. I needed to find Lily. To fuck her.Yes. Oh fucking—
“Fuck!” I was reduced to a slave. And worse, I wouldn’t save her. I would destroy her until none of her remained if she came here. I’d even be capable of killing Lily by breaking her—I wanted to have her in my arms, gripping her with all my strength to feel her heart beating for me. I was her nemesis in that battle, and she needed to be away from me.
