by K L Rymer
Fuck, why can’t I just tell her I love her too? I can whisper it in her ear as she sleeps, but not to her face.
I’m such a weak, weak man.
Slowly, she slips out of the nightie, loosening the straps as she wriggles it free of her legs, and throws it aside.
Now she lies naked before me, and all I do is stare.
God, she’s beautiful... I can barely stop the erection forming in my pants as I release rapid breaths.
She just makes it so damn fucking hard. I’m trying to be the gentleman, giving her the space she needed after what she went through, but when she spreads herself out below me like a delicious buffet, how can I resist?
But these are her dreams after all. Her desires. All the things she’s too afraid to do when she’s awake.
Crystal removes my pants next, dragging them down to my ankles, then pulls me closer, and now we’re face to face, nose to nose.
My cock prods the entrance to her pussy and then she gasps, her eyes burning.
It would just be dream sex, but I still wonder if she’s truly ready. Losing your virginity was a big deal, even in your dreams.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
She brushes a hand through my hair, and it falls over my face like a black forest. “Yes.”
I swallow, licking my lips. “All right.”
Crystal spreads her legs, allowing me access as I slip inside. I strain at first as she’s so tight, and she flinches several times, whimpering ever so softly as I delve deeper.
I lean across and kiss her lips, and she soon relaxes, looking up into my eyes.
I doubt we’ll orgasm as it’s her first time, so it’s bound to be painful, yet she still grinds her hips into mine, and we soon build up a rhythm, her tight walls clenching around my cock.
We sit up, and she encircles her legs around my waist, straddling my hips, and we keep up our rhythmic dance.
With our hot, sweaty bodies pressed up close, I feel my dick begin to convulse, and I know I’m going to cum inside her virgin cunt.
And I thought this was just going to be some casual dream sex, but I feel her climax coming on too as the breath leaves her lips in gusts, blonde strands sticking to her sweat-soaked face.
My own sticks to my eyes and I shake my head aside to see her better.
Crystal’s glowing. Actually fucking glowing, and now my wings start to expand, growing from my back as I release at the same time she does, and then a blinding white light fills the cave.
The last thing I remember before I wake is a giant pair of white-feathered wings stretching the span of the cave, and then I feel myself being ripped away, and I don’t want it to end.
27. Crystal
Fredrick’s hand slips down my waist, and I push him back.
We stand out on the terrace, the black, shadowy gardens of the Black Estate stretching far and wide.
A cool wind sweeps down my back, making me shiver, but I keep my chin held high.
“No,” I tell him once, my tone flat.
I won’t be his thing to play with.
The horsey-faced man looks at me confused for a moment. But then he smirks, a twisted glint in his soft brown eyes.
“Come on, just one little kiss...” He steps closer, taking my chin in his hand, and I cringe away from him, but he places a palm against my back and locks me in place.
“What’s the matter?” His boozy breath burns my nostrils. “I thought you American birds loved a good old-fashioned make out.”
I grind my teeth, glaring up into his stupid smug face. “You know nothing about me, Fredrick. Don’t you stereotype me.”
He raises his brows. “And I bet you thought all British men were gentlemen before you moved here, hm?”
My mouth closes, and I look away from his horrible, satisfied smile. He wasn’t wrong.
I really did. In fact, I thought Eli was a gentleman when I first met him.
Yet he was rude and vulgar and had tricked me into falling in love with him. Though he would never hold a candle to Fredrick. Not even close.
Fredrick snickers, bringing his mouth to my lips again. I try to squirm out of his hold, but then he gropes my butt.
“Come on, Crystal. I can give you so much more than Eli ever could. You don’t need that miserable arsehole to satisfy you. I can satisfy you...”
“What part of “no” don’t you understand?!”
I ball my fist, punching him in the nose.
That’s two men I’ve punched tonight. It’s like I’ve broken some world record.
Fredrick’s head jerks, and I make a break for the wide patio doors in search of Misaki, but then Fredrick’s arm closes around my waist, and he shoves me back against the wall.
The breath leaves my lungs as he brings his face to mine, his nostrils flaring and pouring with blood.
“You fucking little whore. You dare lay a hand on me...”
His hand closes around my throat and I gasp, staring into his crazed eyes.
He’s an even bigger monster than Eli.
Fredrick lifts me next, and my feet dangle below me as I grope helplessly at his hands.
My vision grows black, and then my arms fall slack at my sides, and now all I see are his glistening brown eyes.
A buzzing energy seeps through my veins, spreading to my toes and fingers, and then I burst into a white light, sending bright beams across the terrace.
Someone screams close by, but I can’t move, too helpless against the heat as I explode like a dying star.
What’s happening to me?
I BOLT UPRIGHT, MY breaths filling the darkened room as I search the shadows.
Where am I? What happened to Fredrick?
Someone sits up beside me, and I yelp, whirling around to meet that dark shape.
“Ssh, it’s just me, Crystal...” It’s Eli, and my heart soars when I hear his deep voice.
It all comes crashing back, how I killed Fredrick and turned into some freak of nature, and then his charred, blackened body flashes up before me.
I grip tight hold of Eli as a strange, guttural howl escapes my throat, and I bury my face into his hard chest.
He rubs my back, shushing into my left ear as I sob like a helpless child.
Eli lays me down again, and I keep my face buried in his strong chest, breathing in his masculine scent, and we stay that way till sunrise.
But my heart won’t stop shattering with the revelation.
I’d killed Fredrick.
I’m a murderer.
I AWAKE AGAIN SOMETIME after, feeling a warm body pressed up behind me, and I turn around.
Eli sleeps silently, and I stare in pleasant surprise.
I’ve never seen him sleeping before. Not since I’ve known him. So I gaze mesmerised at his handsome face, and I can’t believe how adorable he looks.
He’s almost cherubic, angelic, and I laugh at the irony. And I’m supposed to be the angel...
His hand slopes protectively around my waist, our bodies playing big spoon, little spoon as we still wear our evening wear.
My breasts pop out the V-neck and I shiver, wanting to dress into something else immediately.
The last thing I need is a reminder of last night.
I find my unicorn PJs and slip back under the sheets, holding both Sparkles and Eli close. Then I press my forehead against Eli’s, closing my eyes as I listen to the gentle sound of his breathing.
“I love you, Eli. I only want to be with you...”
His eyes twitch as my breath tickles his face, and then I nestle up closer to him, never wanting to part from him again.
My demon prince.
ALL THE GUESTS LEFT the day after.
Misaki held them all under siege in the great hall of the Black Estate, barricading the doors while Eli and I slept, and I’m glad I hadn’t been there to bear witness.
Everyone must have been so confused and terrified, not knowing what the heck was going on (and I’m fully aware of how terrifying Misak
i’s demon form was).
Eli had come to me in my dreams yet again, and this time we had gone all the way. I know it hadn’t been real, but it had sure felt like it.
At least my first time was with someone I loved, and I did love Eli. I’d meant what I said.
I never want to leave him, and I could care less if his father doesn’t like me. I love his son, and I will scream it from the rooftops.
Although Eli had never directly told me he felt the same way, I knew it in my heart that he did. I could see it in his eyes whenever he looked at me, or feel it in the gentle way he caressed my hair when I wept into his arms.
I’d changed Eli’s heart. The ruthless playboy son of the billionaire tycoon.
Eli had hypnotised the guests the day after, making them forget that they ever saw Fredrick.
I’d heard he’d staged Fredrick’s death on the road, making it look like he’d crashed into a telephone pole.
It had to be the most far-fetched, gruesome way to die (but not as far-fetched as being burnt to death by an angel-blessed girl).
Eli had done it all to protect me, but it still didn’t make me feel better.
Fredrick was dead, all because of me. All because I had no control over my powers.
I stay up in bed all the time now. Not because Eli’s father had finally come back off his business trip, but because I was too depressed to do anything else.
I’m dangerous, I shouldn’t be allowed near anyone ever again; I’ll have to quit college the start of next semester.
And I haven’t even spoken to Babs since I’d arrived. Of course, I’d had my phone taken away on the first day I arrived at the estate (all the guests at the party had their phones removed too, so it hadn’t just been me).
All Babs knows is that Eli and I had run off to get married at an undisclosed location. Nothing more.
I just hope she doesn’t worry about me.
But I can never see her again, regardless. I don’t want to hurt anyone I love, and the thought breaks my heart. I only have Eli now, and he’s all the family I need.
I’d replaced his ring back on my finger, and now it dazzles me once again as I sit at the window sill in his old childhood bedroom, gazing out at the grey sky.
I haven’t seen sunshine since I’d arrived at the estate, and I wonder if I ever will again. I can barely even look at myself in the mirror. Even now my face reflects off the glass, and I close my eyes, unable to look.
It’s the face of a cold-blooded murderer.
I deserve to be locked up in a dungeon after what I did to poor Fredrick, and I wipe my eyes, but the tears still run down my cheeks, soaking my pyjamas for the millionth time.
Eli enters the room, his hardened eyes softening when they land on me. He’s just come back from talking with his father, which was why he’d been so stony-faced. But once again I see the love take a hold of him when he sets eyes on me.
He still thinks I’m this pure, sweet little thing, and I turn away from him, meeting my own monstrous face again in the window.
I can’t escape what I’ve done. It will always stay with me, the knowledge of taking a life.
It changes you.
“What... what did your father say this time?” I ask, dreading his answer.
Eli’s eyes darken once again, and then he releases a long, gritty sigh. “That I should bring you down by force if you decide not to join him for dinner yet again. He takes it as a great insult that you choose to eat your meals upstairs.”
I close my eyes. I’d feared as much.
Like I’d said, I hadn’t left the room. Not even for supper with Eli’s father.
Not that I was excited by the prospect, anyway. That man terrifies me.
Eli comes to stand beside me, leaning against the wall as I continue to gaze out the window, holding Sparkles close.
He just watches me for a while, and finally, I meet his eyes. There’s a crease between his brows, and I know he’s worried about me, but I just can’t stomach seeing anyone.
I haven’t even seen Misaki since the incident, and I wonder vaguely if she is avoiding me on purpose after seeing the horror that I’d become.
I don’t blame her; I’d stay away from me too.
“What is it?” I say.
His grey eyes waver, and I blink a few times, my nerves getting the better of me.
“Eli?”
He closes his eyes, bringing his fingers up to squeeze between his brows. “I’m... not sure the best way to say this...”
“S-say what?”
My heart thumps inside my chest. Somehow, I know it won’t be good.
His expression breaks at last as he watches me with sad, longing eyes, and I finally lose it.
“Eli, say something!”
He releases a pent-up breath, then looks me square in the eyes. “It’s only a matter of time till my father grows suspicious...”
My brows knit together as I gaze up at him, puzzled. “I don’t understand.”
A grey storm swirls through his eyes now as he never takes them off me. “When my father says force, he means to thrall you. A demon can’t thrall an angel.”
I don’t say anything, deciding to keep my mouth shut. Tears, however, start to burn in my eyes.
Eli turns away at last, and my heart shatters when I finally notice the distance he keeps from me.
How had I only just noticed? He stands on the other side of the tall window.
“You’re not safe here, Crystal. My father may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but some things still don’t go amiss, even under his droopy-eyes.”
I stand from the sill and move closer, but he steps back.
“Eli?”
He won’t even look at me now, keeping his eyes straight ahead, but beneath that cool façade, I see his pain.
“It’s... best you leave...” he whispers, and my blood runs cold.
My throat closes up as tears drip down my cheeks in earnest now. “Are you... b-breaking up with me?”
“No. Because we were never really together in the first place. I’d lied to you, Crystal, just to get back at your father. You shouldn’t love me.”
I grit my teeth, moving closer, and he doesn’t step away this time. “I don’t care about that anymore. I only want you, Eli.”
Eli meets my gaze again at long last, and his expression is so calm and aloof, it shatters my heart. Now he is completely cold yet again. Cold towards me.
“There’s a flight that leaves for Louisiana tomorrow morning. I suggest you pack your things.”
My body freezes when I hear his words. “L-Louisiana? You’re... you’re sending me back to the states?”
He keeps those emotionless grey eyes on me. “It’s best you leave the entire country, and go back home. Reclaim the life you had. Enrol in a new school.”
The blood rises to my cheeks now. “You’re sending me back to Louisiana just so you’re stupid father can’t find me? Is that what you’re saying?!”
Those sharp, metallic eyes cut straight through me next, and they’re as piercing as knives. “Hold your tongue...”
I grind my teeth and run towards him, pushing him back to the wall. “How dare you! You can’t make me leave the country. This is my home now!”
“I’ve already bought you the plane tickets. This is for the best, Crystal. Just forget you ever met me, find some cute Louisiana boy and have beautiful babies. I’m not good for you.”
I growl, throwing punches at his rock hard chest. “You pig! You disgusting, foul pig! I hate you! I hate you!”
His jaw ticks as I continue to rain punches at his chest, and then I slump to the ground, begging him not to leave me.
“Please, Eli. You’re... you’re all I have left...”
He doesn’t meet my eyes again, and I sob at his feet, feeling like my chest will explode.
It hurts... it bloody hurts.
Finally, he steps over me and leaves the room, and I remain on the floor, a crying, worthless heap.
/> I cry until the room falls black, missing out on yet another dinner with Eli’s cruel father.
Well, if he wants me down there so bad, then why not? I’ll go down and I’ll show him.
I’ll show him what a fantastic daughter-in-law I can really be.
Angel be damned.
28. Eli
All the Blacks sit at the table in silence, each one of us eating in three separate dimensions.
Well, we may as well be in different dimensions. The tension over the table is so thick, you could cut it with Excalibur, and it still wouldn’t budge.
No one seems to want to bring up the lack of a certain petite blonde at the table, one that is supposed to be my fiancée.
My father seems to have given up on complaining and instead has resorted to moping in silence.
I’d take it any day over the sound of his condescending tone.
Not to worry. After tomorrow, I will no longer have to look at his ugly face, since I will be heading back to London to reclaim the life I had before Crystal came along.
The thought hurts my chest, and I grip my heart, squirming in discomfort. Only Misaki seems to notice though. My father, however, could give two shits whether I fell off the chair and had a massive heart attack. Well, he may just a little, considering I’m his sole heir.
The last thing he’d want was for Misaki to inherit the estate, a mere woman and the child of his incompetent brother.
I hate how I left things with Crystal, and the broken look on her sweet face will haunt me for the rest of my days.
She will go back to the states thinking that I don’t love her, but I do. I really do... She makes my heart beat in ways it never has before, breathing new life into my bloodstream.
It almost makes me want to repent my ways and become the first demon born in history to better the world, only because I know it would make her happy. There’s enough bad shit going on in the media anyway, like the seven-year-old girl who got murdered last Tuesday.
Even her angelic little face on the news made me melt a little. The last thing you’d want to do was hurt her.
And they call me the monster...
