by K L Rymer
Fuck, she needs to take it down a notch.
So I roll her around, pinning her to the bed, and place my teeth around her nipple. Sophia groans, thrashing her hips, and I picture that she’s Crystal for a moment.
Those soft virgin thighs writhing as I slip my teeth over her perky breasts and bite down hard. And then she comes all over my sheets, filling the room with her sweet scent...
I bet one nip of her breasts would be enough to undo her, and my dick throbs red and sore at the mere thought.
That pure little angel would be easy to succumb. And I need her beneath me. Now. Not this slut of a model.
I move away from Sophia and she sits up, confused.
“Why did you stop?” she asks, her breasts heaving.
I sit at the edge of the bed, raking my fingers through my hair, and release a breath. Rebel strands fall over my eyes.
I don’t think I’ll ever be hard for another woman again.
“Eli?”
Over one thousand women I’ve slept with since the tender age of twelve (yeah, you heard that right), but that sweet virgin was the first one to subdue me.
And I used to think that all men who were only hard for one woman were pussies.
But I’m hard for an angel. My natural enemy.
Not good.
“Eli, what the fuck?!” Sophia snaps next. “I came here to get wet. So make me fucking wet!”
I whip my head around and glare into her chocolate brown eyes.
Sophia’s face turns absolutely white. I bet she finally sees the monster I truly am deep down. My eyes go pitch black when in full demonic mode. My irises turn bloodshot red, creating crawling veins, and it’s not pretty.
In fact, I actually feel bad for her, and my wings and horns haven’t even sprouted yet.
“Get out,” I growl, my voice deep and demonic.
Just like that kid off the Exorcist.
The girl stumbles from the bed, grabs her cocktail dress and heels, then runs out the room buck-naked.
Now that’s what you call a walk of shame.
The door slams downstairs, and I throw my head back on the sheets, my dick still hard.
I’m fucking screwed.
...
I head down the next morning, late for my Sunday breakfast with Misaki.
She sits at her usual place, her hands folded patiently on her lap. The food waits untouched on the table.
Today she wears a white-collared, black lace dress with a big bow on her head, making her look like an innocent doll, but I’m no fool. She’s still twisted, and men would do good to stay well away from her.
When I enter, she turns slowly in her seat, shooting me daggers. “You look like shit.”
She’s not wrong. Normally, I would make an effort, but today I couldn’t care less. My hair falls over my eyes, and my cravat looks as if it had been fastened by a child.
The word ‘sloppy’ comes to mind. I may as well get a cardboard sign that says “will dance for money” and stand at street corners.
It took me hours to unstiffen my dick in the end. Fuck that Crystal. I bet she’s smiling all smug now, knowing I’m only hard for her.
Perhaps it’s another one of her ‘special’ gifts. Except angels don’t normally have powers of seduction. That’s demons.
I sigh, rubbing my eyes. I need coffee. Black and bitter, like my soul.
I slump down in a chair and Misaki rolls her eyes. “Really. You could at least try to act dignified.”
“Then leave. You know where the door is.”
She narrows her eyes. “You almost had sex last night. I say almost because of that ugly, unsatisfied mug of yours. Who was it?”
I massage my eyes and groan. “Sophia.”
She shakes her head. “What did I tell you, Eli? No more fun on the side. You have to remain exclusive to Crystal. If she catches you, the whole plan will be foiled.”
A growl escapes my throat, and then I grip my hair. I can’t believe what I’m about to confess to Misaki of all people. She’s the last person I’d want to confide in, but I’m desperate.
“I couldn’t have sex with anyone else. Even if I’d wanted to...”
Misaki sits up, a smirk on her face. “I see... You’re starting to fall for her, aren’t you?”
I look up, raising a brow. “Who said anything about falling? It’s not me, it’s my dick. My dick’s hard for her pussy, that’s it.”
Her smile widens. “I know you’re not that stupid, Eli. You know it’s something more.”
My lips curl and then I extend my fangs, knowing where our conversation leads. “Don’t fucking say it...”
Misaki’s eyes give a sinister spark. “Love... You’re falling in love, Eli. With Crystal.”
A snarl releases from my jaws, and then I stand, pushing the food off the table. It smashes to the ground, plates, cutlery and everything, but I only have eyes for Misaki.
We stare at each other for a while, the only sound my heavy breaths.
I catch sight of my reflection on a silver platter.
My eyes are black and crimson. Smoke plumes from my body as twisted black horns sprout from my forehead.
My demon has breached the surface, something that only ever happens when I’m angry or frustrated.
In this case, sexually frustrated. The demon in me is getting impatient, but at the same time, it repels everything that is pure and divine about Crystal. But the man in me only wants her and no one else.
God, and I do want her. But it will never be.
It’s apples and oranges again — black and white.
We’ve been enemies since time began. Neither one of us being able to exist without the other, while at the same time never being able to touch.
But we’re still human, and humans are fragile. They love too easily, and my human form could barely handle it.
I’d loved once, and that love was cruelly taken away from me.
And for that injustice, I still plan to deceive Crystal and make her mine, my desire for her be damned. I have a score to settle with her father after all.
The war isn’t over yet.
Giles remains a frozen statue in the corner, barely flinching as his employer turns into a full-blown fucking monster. I chose wisely the day I decided to recruit him.
All employees of the Black family sign a blood contract the day they start work. If they so much as spill my family’s secret, then they’re bodies will secrete a poisonous toxin until they die a slow, painful death.
Not a good way to go.
I fix my demonic eyes on Misaki again. My cousin remains poker-faced. In fact, she even looks a little amused.
She has better control of her demon than I do. But when hers does breach, mine looks as tame as a kitten.
I sneer, showing off all my sharp teeth. “I. Don’t. Fall. In. Love.”
Misaki rolls her eyes and stands, moving towards the door. She gives me one last scathing look before she leaves. “I was there with you in the phone box that evening, Eli. I felt everything you felt. Trust me, it was love.”
She chuckles next and clicks out the door.
When the door shuts behind her, I sink back into my seat, grab my black coffee, and drink through my elongated fangs.
Coffee. Just another human weakness in the end.
9. Crystal
I sit up in my room, arranging my stuffed animals at the edge of my bed. I have Sparkles, my pink unicorn, Ollie the Otter, and Polly my penguin pal.
They give my room a nice, homely touch.
I’m just about to tuck into bed. It has already gone ten o’clock, but it’s a Saturday night, so I will be staying up till at least half past eleven.
I have my book of fairy tales to read after all. The types were the handsome prince always sweeps the princess off her feet.
The door knocks and Babs enters the room, holding a steaming cup of cocoa. She makes it just like my grandma used to with marshmallows and I smile.
You can never go w
rong with a sweet cup of cocoa.
“Thank you,” I say, taking a careful sip when she hands it to me. “Oh, hot.” I blow into the cup.
Bab’s smile reaches her eyes. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
She drops down on the bed beside me, gazing over at my book. “Ooh, we having a naughty little bedtime read tonight? A bit of bondage and chains, hmm?”
I almost choke on my cocoa at the allegation. “Gosh, no! You know I’m not into those types of books, Babs. I like my fairy tales.”
Babs cocks a thin brow. “All right. You sure you’re nearly twenty-one?”
I roll my eyes. “Yes, I’m positive, Babs.”
She sighs, chewing on the inside of her cheek. I can tell she wants to ask about me and Eli and where we are in our relationship.
We really are in a good place. Just thinking about him makes my heart skip a beat.
I smile at the memory of our steamy kiss in the phone box, then bite my lower lip.
I can almost hear Bab’s mind ticking a mile a second. “Spill it! I want every juicy detail.”
My cheeks heat up, and then I hide under the sheets. “I... d-don’t know what...”
“It’s written all over you, darling. I know you’re thinking about your handsome beau. So go on. Tell me everything.”
I peer up from beneath my sheets, hiding my pink cheeks. I’ve never had to talk about my sex life before. It’s strange territory.
So I draw a deep breath and start. “Well, we made out in a phone box. There was steam, and... it got very hot.”
Babs bursts out laughing, slapping her hand down on my pink flowery bed sheets. “Go Crystal! So how did you get him in there then?”
“It was raining, and we had gotten a little wet.”
“I’m sure you had.” She continues to titter, wiping tears from her eyes. “Well, did you... you know?”
“No! Nothing of the sort. However...”
“Oh, there’s a however...” she cries, fanning her face.
I narrow my eyes. Babs really could have been an actress. She was so theatrical about everything.
“We... may have gotten a little carried away, and... well, my butt cheeks left marks on the glass.” I give a coy smile.
Her brown eyes widen. “Jesus...”
I cover my eyes to hide my shame. “I... think I felt his...”
Babs tightens her lips, holding back a snort. “C-Crystal!”
I guffaw, spilling cocoa all over my bed sheets. Our laughs echo through the house, and Rob, Bab’s husband, shouts up the stairs. “Stop with the ruckus!”
Babs shakes her head. “Oh, shut up. We don’t protest when he yells at the football.”
She meets my gaze again. “Well, do you think this may lead somewhere more serious? You have been dating a few weeks now.”
I put my cocoa down on my bedside table. It was the question I dreaded the most because there was no denying my true feelings for Eli anymore. The man had seized a hold of my heart.
“We have a connection. It’s almost magnetic. But... I’m not sure.”
Babs places a hand on my knee, giving it a squeeze. “It’s all right, darling. You can tell your auntie Babs.”
I look into her kind brown eyes, releasing a shuddery breath. “I... I think I’m falling in love with him.”
Her eyes fill with tears, and then she runs her thumb over my chin. “Aw, Crystal... I’m so happy for you. I still remember the day you first walked into my café. You looked so hopeless and terrified. I knew fate had sent you to me that day for a reason. I had to help you. But now look at you. You’re absolutely glowing.”
My throat clogs up. “And I’m glad I found you too. You’ve been more than a friend to me these past few months, Babs. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.”
Babs hugs me tight as we hold on to each other for a while. She pulls away at last, wiping my cheeks. “You really are a beautiful girl, Crystal. No amount of makeup or filter can take that away. Eli really is a lucky man.”
I peer to one side, feeling shy and embarrassed. I still wasn’t used to receiving compliments.
Suddenly, her face turns sinister, and I cower. The contrast was frightening. “Though if he ever hurts you, I will hunt him down and tear him to pieces. Your heart is too precious to be broken, Crystal.”
I want to assure her that I believe Eli would never hurt me, but I hold back.
Would he? I’m well aware of his past, and we joke about it now, but would he ever grow tired of me and leave me for another woman? The thought splits my heart in two.
“There, there. I’m sure he never would,” Babs reassures, squeezing tight hold of me again.
I smile and grab my book, but I stare blankly at its pages.
I’m pretty sure he never would hurt me too, but the doubt still nags at my mind.
The possibility still exists. That’s enough to make me cautious, and I promise then to never let my guard down too much.
Babs gets up and heads for the door. Before she leaves she takes one last look at me, wiggling her brows. “Tomorrow, lets head out and buy you a sexy pair of lingerie, enough to make his heart beat rise. I was thinking something saucy, like red?”
I gasp. “Gosh, Babs, no!”
She groans, rolling those brown eyes of hers for the millionth time. “Well, you can’t very well seduce him in those ridiculous unicorn pyjamas!”
I grip a hold of my pyjama shirt. “What’s wrong with my pyjamas?”
Babs throws her hands up in defeat. “Nothing. I’m not judging your fashion tastes, but just think about it.”
She takes her leave then, and I glance down at my PJs again.
Are they really that bad? The unicorns have glitter horns and hooves, and they’re so cute.
Maybe I am a little too immature for my age.
I decide to call it a night and switch my bedside lamp off.
Eli fills my dreams as I fall asleep, kissing his perfectly formed lips inside that steamy phone box again.
...
I wake to a throbbing sensation between my legs, and toss the sheets aside with a gasp.
My panties are completely wet and I shudder, feeling my heart bashing against my chest.
What was happening to me?
I’d been dreaming about Eli, kissing him, touching him, feeling him...
I pinch my eyes shut, covering my face in embarrassment. Looks like I’m going to have to get a new set of pyjamas now, anyway. These ones are surely ruined.
Next, I gaze at the clock. Nearly eleven thirty. I’d slept for well over twelve hours, lost in my lustful dreams with Eli.
Gosh, it had been like he was right beside me. I’d felt those rock hard abs, heard his smooth, rich voice, and kissed his lips.
I’ve never yearned for anyone so much in my life. Eli is my undoing, turning that shy little virgin into a goddess.
My phone rings and I jump, clutching my chest. My heart still thumps.
I pick up the phone, and my sex oozes when I see his name.
Oh, fudge. Now wasn’t a good time.
But the last thing I want to do is ignore him. So I take a deep breath through my nose, letting it back out through my mouth, and slide the button.
“H-hello?”
“Crystal...”
My brows scrunch together. His voice sounds coarse and gravelly. “Eli? Are you all right? Your voice sounds sore.”
“Of course... just... just been up all night. I have a cough.” He coughs into the phone.
“Oh, you poor thing.”
He falls silent. Then I hear his jagged breaths on the other side of the phone, and I start to rise. But I immediately regret it when I feel the wetness in my panties again, and cringe back under the sheets.
His breathing intensifies, and I place the phone by my ear. “Eli... what’s wrong?”
“N-nothing... I’m... just feeling a little sick. Have... have you just woken?”
“Um... yes. I overslept.”
“So
unds nice... Must have had pleasant dreams.”
My cheeks blush and I disappear back under the sheets again. “You could say that.”
I wait a moment for his reply. When he speaks again, he has more composure. “I was wondering if you would like to come over. I can send James to collect you.”
My heart thuds inside my ears. He’s never asked me over to his place before. My mind runs wild, imagining all the sorts of riches I will see, and my panties grow wet again.
I roll my eyes. I never thought I’d be that girl.
“Crystal?” he interrupts, his voice a little strained.
My mind snaps back to reality, and then I give a loud squeal. “I would love too!”
“Ow... not so loud...”
I cover my mouth. “Oh, sorry. I forgot, you were sick.”
“Yeah... sick,” he laughs mirthlessly. “Be ready in half an hour?”
I jump up out of bed, running to my drawer and tossing out clothes. “Yes!”
“See you soon.”
He hangs up and I search through my clothes. What to wear, what to wear!
I couldn’t believe it. I was going to Eli’s house!
“Babs, I need your help!” I yell down the stairs.
I hear her footfalls next, and then she enters the room, staring at the mess I’d made. She folds her arms, tapping her foot. “What have I told you about keeping your room tidy, young lady?”
“There’s no time to joke, Babs, I need help. Eli has invited me over to his place, and I have a half hour till his chauffeur arrives.”
Babs groans, rubbing her temples. “Ah, if only we had bought the lingerie sooner!”
“Babs!”
But then my head reels, and I fall back on the bed.
Could today finally be the day? The day I lose my virginity?
Was I ready?
I grip my hair. “Oh no, I have nothing sexy to wear!”
“It’s fine. I’m sure you have something tucked away. Oh, these are quite nice.” She holds up a pair of hot pink polka dot panties. I have a matching bra somewhere.
Babs meets my gaze and shrugs. “Well, at least they don’t have unicorns on them.”
I take off my PJs and throw on the polka dot underwear. Babs averts her gaze, picking up several more garments.
“You need something cute but not too sexy. You don’t want to look too desperate.”