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It wasn’t my shower, nor my home, not that it mattered. The owners of this place wouldn’t be home for a few hours. I wasn’t going to rob them, they had nothing of interest to me anyway. I simply wanted to have a shower and grab something to eat. Hardly a crime.
Perhaps this mystery woman would make things more interesting. It was starting to get a bit dull tearing places apart. Even the fire had lost some of its appeal. All those humans were the same—thought they were tougher than they actually were—and the few who had any fighting skills didn’t last long enough for me to get the pleasure I needed from the brawl.
Typical.
Because I needed the rush from their pain in a fight and even craved some of the pain myself. Without it, I wouldn’t be able to keep my demon controlled, and it would come out, much as it had begun to when my little army chick had witnessed the beginning of the change.
So, now someone was on to me and actively tracking me down? Very interesting. A game of cat and mouse I could play, luring her and then leaving her, driving her crazy.
Maybe then I’d take her. Make her so angry, fuel her with hatred, so when I finally got her naked, she’d be barely more than animal. I could find out what really drove the anger and lust that mingled so strongly within her body.
Added bonus—she was easy on the eyes. It was hard not to notice the curves of her breasts when I had my boot heel pressed to her chest, not to mention the lines of her neck when my fingers were around it. She was afraid of what I was—fair enough—most humans were scared of what they didn’t understand. But she was strong enough to stand up to me, to seek me out, and that made her different.
Had she stabbed me in the leg instead of the chest because she didn’t want to kill me? She obviously thought the silver would do more damage than it did. Or was the location of her attack purely for convenience?
I hadn’t spent a huge amount of my time on Earth so far focusing on seducing humans, only enough to keep the side of my demon nature subdued sufficiently so I could focus on the other fun part of my nature—violence and bloodlust.
It was a strain sometimes not to kill.
But she, whoevershewas, had intrigued me.
Unwrapping the towel and reveling in the sensation of the cool air on my body, I wandered my fingers down over my chest and stomach, dipping my hand between my legs. I was already wet. Of course, I was—always ready to go.
The tough façade she had—which I’m sure was only on the exterior—would crumble under my touch. I was certain of it. She posed something to me few other humans had—a challenge and a threat. Her fear of me had been an instinct, a gut reaction to what she knew about me, but beyond that was anger and a need to protect. I think I could have some fun with her.
I wish I knew her name.
Pushing two fingers inside my waiting wetness, I moaned loudly. I could tie her to the bed to be tortured with gentle touches and soft kisses, before driving her to the peak of pleasure over and over again, denying release, and simply watch her come closer to coming undone.
Before I watched her come.
She wouldn’t be the type to simply lie there and take it, I could tell. She’d fight the binds to touch me the way I was touching her. She’d grab my hair and pull me to her when I pressed my lips between her legs. She’d be the type to grind against my face, and I bet she’d make the most delicious noises.
Touching myself, I came hard, not bothering to keep quiet.
But the orgasm had only left me wanting more. It had riled me up, and fueled my desire to take this woman, whoever she was.My army chick.To show her no matter how strong she thought she was, she was nothing,nothingcompared to me. As a human, she was weak and susceptible. I didn’t want to hurt her, simply show herIwas in charge, here and everywhere.
And since I didn’t want to hurt her—she’d done nothing wrong as far as I knew—the best way to show her I was in charge was to have her flat on her back on a mattress.
Or perhaps bent over, her face buried in the pillows.
Or on the floor, legs spread for me.
Shaking the image from my mind, I stood and stretched, leaving the towel to fall to the floor. Wandering into the bedroom, I scanned the closet. I did love my leather pants and boots, but judging by the rest of the apartment, their taste in clothes might be expensive, and you never knew what you might find.
Snatching a red blouse from a coat hanger, I shrugged it on, admiring in the full-length mirror how it hugged my body shape and played off perfectly with the tone of my hair. I hummed appreciatively to myself before going in search of a wallet or a stash of money.
Okay, so maybe Iwasgoing to rob them.
The question was, how had she figured out where I was going to be? Was it dumb luck, or had she tracked me somehow?
The next question was, how do I make sure I run into her again?
Striding out onto the street in my new outfit, I stood and sighed into the evening air, watching as the last of the sunlight disappeared behind the apartment buildings littering the street and into the distance. It was a bit of a stroll to get to where I needed to be, but I didn’t mind. I might even encounter some fun along the way. I figured if someone started something with me, then that was fair game.
Generally, when I needed a rest, I came to the parts of the city bordering where the rich fucks and the poor bastards lived. They had better accommodations and saved me from walking too deep into the higher end of the city. Besides,thosepeople had doormen, and I couldn’t simply snap a lock to the foyer and get into the building.
As the night air settled around me, a shiver ran up my spine that had little to do with the temperature. I’d been pretty much doing whatever I fancied since I got here, figuring that unleashing my inner desires for violence would keep my demon side at bay. But there was a complication. It seemed by doing whatever the fuck I wanted and containing control over my appearance only served to work up the side of me desperate to seduce into a frenzy. I’d like to think this was why I had such a strong reaction to army chick and the potential complication she posed.
