THE DEVIL'S PET

Nora

The room was suffused with a dim, crimson glow, casting shadows that shrouded the features of the person beneath me. His hand pressed firmly against my backside, guiding my hips in a cadenced dance of desire. "Fuck," I groaned, the intensity of our encounter weighing heavily on my senses. Beads of sweat cascaded down my forehead, tracing a path along my spine, pooling at the small of my back and slipping between the curves of my body. My breath rasped, thickening with each breath as I recalled the events of just eight hours prior.

I had caught my fiance and my best friend having sex on my bed, I could recall how my heart broke into pieces and how my scream erupted, disrupting their blissful moments, Miley called out to me but Lord knows i would have attacked her if I stuck around.

I immediately took a cab, went to the nearest club, got tipsy and followed the man below me upstairs. I didn't even try to figure out all he looked like, all I wanted was revenge at that moment fucking a stranger seemed plausible.

My phone was blowing up, it could be Ramsey, it could be Miley or it could be my father, I didn't give a flying fuck. I was going to "fuck.." I groaned once more, the raw, guttural sounds mingling with the symphony of our desires as he claimed me, our bodies moving in a rhythm dictated solely by our lust.

He muttered curses under his breath, his voice a low rumble blending with the rhythm of our bodies. As I rocked faster, his breath hitched, each exhale heavier than the last, a symphony of pleasure building within him. His movements became erratic, a dance of desire as he sought the perfect angle, his hips driving upwards with purpose, seeking that elusive sweet spot within me.

With a wild intensity, he clenched around me, his grip on my body tightening as he surrendered to his orgasm. I felt the pulsing waves of pleasure radiating from him, syncing with the throbbing heat between my thighs, threatening to consume me entirely. His deep moans reverberated through the air, his thighs trembling with the aftershocks of ecstasy as he savored every moment.

Even as his climax ebbed, I could sense his lingering arousal, a voracious hunger driving him to continue. With renewed vigor, he plunged back into me, his movements rougher, more primal. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as he thrust upwards with unrestrained force, awakening an innate flame within me.

And then, as the tension reached its breaking point, I finally succumbed, a wave of pure ecstasy washing over me. My body arched in pleasure, my essence flowing freely as our passion collided in a whirlwind of sensation.

My body was exhausted, I can't recall how long we've gone at it but that was enough to make me sober. I try to alight from him but he firmly holds my ass in place. "You're going somewhere important?" He asked. This bastard must be insane, he traces my hands to his erection, who the hell is this fucking hard for this long. "Yes." It wasn't a lie, I was supposed to have dinner with my father and his newest wife, this was his fifth marriage and I bet she was somewhat my age.

"We should get together again, we can go right now if you don't mind." I was already off him and saw the 14 missed calls. Some from my father and probably a few from Miley and Ramsey. "My father needs me, maybe next time." I didn't need to tell him this was the last time we would meet.

"What's your name?" He asked. I was already dressed up at this point, I was just putting on my golden hoop earrings. "Anna." Only a psychopath would tell someone they just met their name but then again I had sex with him. Although it was safe to give him a fake name.

"The name's Eli," he says, a hint of mystery in his tone that piques my interest. "I'll be off then, Eli," I reply, grabbing my purse. "Shall I drop you off?" he offers as I pause midway. "It's fine, I've got money for an Uber," I decline, slipping back into the club's clamor. I swiftly block both Miley and Ramsey from my contacts. Attempting to reach my father while waiting for my Uber proves futile as he doesn't return my calls.

I got in my Uber when it finally arrived and was dropped at my father's condo. There were multiple men in black and a bunch of black suvs hanging around. A couple of them noticed me and proceeded to escort me into the condo.

When did my father have this many security, I didn't even know any of them. They eventually led me to my father's study and behold my father in handcuffs plopped to floor and a blonde woman on her knees, also in handcuffs giving a strange man a blow job. "We meet again Nora." He gimmicks as my blood runs cold.

Again? Who the fuck is this?

"Dad what's happening?" I asked but my dad remained mute as I stared down the devil before me. He looked familiar and then it dawned on me. It's Elias Santiago, the Devil of Detroit.

"W-What's happeni.." before the words left my tongue he shot the blondie giving him head. "Alana!!" My father screamed in desperation, that must have been his recent wife, the cold gun in the Elias hand traced my father's and my heart dropped at the scenery before me.

"If it's money you want, I'll give it to you. Just leave my father alone." I pleaded as Elias before me burst into a manic laughter. "Your measly government pension could not even repay what your father stole from me. Besides I'm more pissed you fucking left when I was hard as fuck Nora, or is Anna better?" My face turned pale as a ghost as I finally recognized the familiar voice.

The man I had sex earlier with was fucking Elias Santiago.

Jesus fucking Christ, kill me.