Devious stomps into the bedroom, with blood on his fingers. Did he kill someone? It doesn’t matter. I shake my head and our eyes meet. Fear overpowers me and my whole body trembles. He kicks off his shoes and undoes his cufflinks. He walks up to me and his rough callous thumb strokes my cheek. The metallic smell from his fingers lingers in my nostrils and my throat is parch.
“Take a shower with me,” he commends, and his beautiful eyes are vacant. He unbuttons his dress shirt and unzips his pants, removing both clothing, placing it on the black lounge chair. His dick presses against his boxer.
I shake my head. “I already took one.”
“I wasn’t given you an option.” He drags me by the arm, off the bed. My heart pounds in my chest and adrenaline rushes through my body.
“Let me go!” I scream as I try to dig my heels against the floor.
“You go willingly or I’ll drag you by the hair.”
I stare at the handsome devil. His hard-sculptured chest falls and rises as he breathes loudly. My feet drag against the floor as I follow him to the spacious bathroom.
He removes his dark cotton boxers and stands naked in front of me, stroking his huge ass dick.
“Strip now.”
“Devious, please.”
“I said strip. Your blood is staining my dick whether you like it or not. So, take off your nightgown and get into the shower or I’ll rip it from your body. The choice is yours. I can be good, or I can be bad, but it depends on how you act.” His grips my chin so hard his nails dig into my flesh and tears trickle down my cheeks.
With trembling hands, I pull my nightgown over my head and it barely makes a noise as it hits the marble floor. Devious’s lustful eyes drink in my naked body then he turns the silver knob on the shower and the muscles in his back are tense and strong, cut. My bravery is dying a slow death. Can I really go through with killing him? Hopefully, I won’t chicken out when the time comes. Devious strike so much fear into me I’m surprised I haven’t pissed on myself.
“Step into the water.”
On shaking legs, I step into the shower floor. The blistering water sprays over my body and Devious hovers over me. The shower is more than big enough to fit two people at once. His erection pokes at my lower back, causing a stir between my legs. My breasts feel heavy and my clit aches. Why does he turn me on? He shouldn’t affect on my body. I step back, putting some distance between us. He squirts soap on his hand and scrubs his muscled arms then his torso. My eyes drink in every inch of his body, trying not to admire his muscles. He scrubs his fingers raw and the soap around his nails, turns a shade of light pink. He stands under the shower head, then he leans down, grabs my chin, but I move my head to the side. He grips my chin harder, planting a kiss on my lips.
“Look down.” He yanks my chin towards his dick and my eyes glance down. “My dick gets so fucking hard when you fight me, Nymph.”
I gulp loudly as he presses my tiny fingers around his hard cock. I feel the veins in his shaft. My eyes sting with tears and even though I try to keep them at bay, they fall freely. Desire yanks at my belly as my nipples are sensitive and so hard, they could cut diamonds. I’m torn and confused on the way I feel.
“I love it when you cry,” he murmurs in my ear. “Your body is my personal fuck toy. I fuck you how I want and when I want.”
I cry harder at his words.
“That’s right, Nymph. Give me your tears.”
Devious is so delicious, but also cruel in so many ways. He uses my hand to stroke himself hard and fast. After he groans, cum spurts on my stomach and onto the white tiles. I’ve never seen cum up close in person, but I’ve seen it on a porno once.
Devious grips my throat, but not hard enough to choke me. His rough lips press against mine and I feel his other hand gets tangled into my curly, hair. I can’t deny I enjoy the kiss. I don’t want to. God, I don’t want to. Rage and disgust eat at me like a disease in my body.
Pulling away, he turns the water off then steps out, grabbing a cotton, black, towel, patting my body down, gently. I expect him to force himself on me and yet he’s being a gentleman. He said he can be nice. I don’t care how nice he’s to me. He needs to die. He wraps a towel around his waist, and we walk into the bedroom. I pivot towards the door and Devious yanks me by the waist, tosses me on the bed. He pins my hands above my head and thrusts his finger inside me and I groan loudly. As I turn my head to the side, his breath tickles my cheek. “That’s it, baby. Fight me.”
His erection digs into my thigh and my core aches with need.
“Spread your legs wider for me baby. I’m going to show you who this pussy belongs to.”
He releases my hands, trails kiss up my thigh and my core.
“Your pussy is soaking my fingers. You like it when I touch you.”
Then he lowers his mouth on my clit.
“Please, stop,” I whisper.
His warm tongue circles around my clit and I feel my orgasm build in my lower stomach and I wrap my hand around the knife as I arch my back and my orgasm shoots through me like lightening. I scream his name as he licks up my orgasm
