Second Date

content/ scenes, crime, light BDSM, gunplay, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own discretion*

Deacon

I type on Tinder to Myla- my dear sweet Myla, from the multipurpose room at HQ, during an incredibly boring debriefing for the day.

"What did you think about our date last night, Myla?"

"It was a lot lol but it was perfect"

My stomach twists into a knot when I read her reply. Maybe I am too much for her. Maybe I did scare her last night and take it too far. I always seem to fück up a good thing.

"Elaborate on "a lot"

"It was just intense and fücking wild. I loved every second of it lol I honestly wish I was with you right now."

"I wish I was with you too, little one...

It's been one of those days where it's just fück everybody idfk."

"Aww, I'm sorry! I'm here for you, Deacon if you need anything just lmk..."

"I wanna see you again, Myla. I NEED to fücking see you again."

"Good, me too! How about you come over to my place this time?" How can I tell her no without sounding like an asshole? Oh, wait...

"No, Myla; we meet where we say I fucking meet, understand?"

"Yes, Daddy"

Yeah, this girl is definitely a fucking sub.

"Good girl. I'll be in touch to give you a location"

We parted ways early this morning since I had to be to work at five am.

I hated to see her walk the fück away from me, but I'll admit, I enjoyed every fücking minute of watching her juicy ass jiggle when she swayed her hips and sauntered away.

Shït, that girl was fücking perfection; that's all I can say.

I had a close call with Myla last night and it really got me thinking, hard.

We haven't talked about it since last night right after I almost fücking choked her out.

I still can't believe that shit happened again; it can NEVER fücking happen again.

However, I have no control over the demons inside of me, and when they're gonna show their fücking faces.

This brings me to question myself again; am I too much for Myla?

"Yo, street. You paying attention to me or your phone, playboy?"

The head of thirty-squad, Luca, walks over and bangs his hands on the table, snapping me out of the fücking fog I'm in over Myla. I slip my phone into the clip on my belt and sit up straight, turning to focus my attention on him.

"Sorry Commander, personal shit but it's taken care of."

"As I was saying, Julio Lopez, aka "little devil", is back on the street as of yesterday.

You all need to watch your fücking backs and mind your business unless you want a repeat of what happened to St-"

I freeze and all I can hear is a ringing in my ear; everyone sounds like they're underwater.

Carter puts his hand on my shoulder, helping to snap me back to my fucked up reality.

"We got it, Luca. No need to bring that shït up. Why the fück is he out of prison?"

"His lawyer got him out on a technicality. Now I know it's not our job to worry about that, but we do need to be prepared if he tries something again.

I need your heads in the game for this one, all of you.

Street, you alright? You gonna be able to handle this if something pops off?"

"Yeah, I'm good, Luca.

My head is in the fücking game, believe me."

No, it's fücking not. How can it be, with this psycho on the loose again? He should be behind bars where he fücking belongs.

"Alright, but if you have an issue you come to talk to me about it."

"Will do, sir"

"Alright boys, dismissed for the day. Have your phones on, and stay alert."

The second he dismisses us I bolt from the room and run straight into the locker room in a hurry. I unlock the combination lock and grab my duffel bag, trying to get out of there without being stopped by-

"Yo, you good, Deac?" Carter... fuck, this is what I was trying to avoid.

"Yeah, man, I'm good, but I gotta take off."

"Alright, are you coming to Thirsty's later?"

I slam my locker and sling my bag over my shoulder, ready to get the fuck out of here.

"Yeah, I'll try to."

"Hey, Deac, you okay brother, like really fucking okay?"

"Yeah, Carter; I'm fine, brother don't worry."

I give him a nod and walk off, keeping my eyes cast down the entire way to my jag.

The second I get inside, I let out the agonizing breath I was holding and grip the steering wheel so tight that my knuckles turn white.

Panic slowly fades and it's easier to breathe so I release my grip and slump in my seat, feeling like another episode is about to happen. I need her. I fücking need her; she's the only one who can seem to control the dark side of me. I pull out my phone as I sit in the parking lot of SWAT, tucked in the safety of my locked car.

"Where the fuck are you, little one?"

"Tutoring right now, why what's up?"

"Can you leave?"

"No lol not yet, why what's wrong?"

My hands are shaking and all the veins in my fücking body are bulging out angrily.

I light a smoke and roll the window down, needing to get myself right in the fücking head.

I pop a Xanax and lean my head back, still trying to think of what to say to Myla. Before I can even manage to fucking reply, another message pops through and literally takes my fucking breath away.

"Talk to me, Deac. Tell me what's wrong, baby." She called me baby... She fucking called me baby.

Seeing her call me baby is very fucking different than seeing her call me daddy. I can't describe it well, but I can tell you that it fucking does something to me. It stirs something deep inside of me and makes me feel like a fucking human again. It makes me feel like I have a fucking soul and I'm still capable of being fucking loved. Shit, I sound like a woman; who the fuck am I turning into?

"Come on, Deac, talk to me... please?"

"Oh, Myla, there's so much you couldn't even begin to fucking understand. My life is fucked up and I'm terrified of bringing you into it more than you already are."

"How can I begin to understand it, if you don't talk to me about it?" Fuck, she's good; she's got me there. I begin to type whatever the fuck comes to mind.

"I'm a fucking mess, Myla. Shit, I'm not as together as I might seem and I'm fucking worried I'm too much for you. I'm worried I'm gonna fucking hurt you."

"Are you trying to tell me you don't want to talk to me anymore, Deac?"

I hit the steering wheel in frustration, sending a chilling vibration through the fucking dashboard. I type out another quick message to try and undo the fucking shit storm I seem to be starting again.

"No, Myla, that's not what I fucking want. I want you; you have no idea how fucking much. I have a past, little one, and I thought it was gone for good, but shit just resurfaced. I'm worried things might blow the fuck up again and I just don't want you to be caught in the middle of a goddamn wall. I promise to do everything to keep you safe, Myla."

"I know you will, Deac. I'm not worried about that, I'm worried about you. I'm here if you ever want or need to talk." I smile and send her another message.

"Fuck I can't wait till tonight."

"Me either, officer."

"You're getting me fucking hard, little one. Shit, girl, you sure know what the fuck you're doing."

"And you're making me wet, daddy... If I wasn't with a kid right now, I'd ask you to make me cum."

"No, Myla, no cuming until I see you next. Follow the fucking rules, little one."

"Damn, with this again? You're cruel, Deac."

"lol yeah, but you love it."

"I do lol, I do... Hey, I hate to do this but I have to cut our chat short to give a math test right now."

Feeling much better after our little exchange, I put my phone on the passenger seat, start my Jag and pull out of the lot. I went to the gym after I left HQ, and ended up meeting Carter there, to blow off a little steam. He knew something was bothering me and he knew exactly what the fuck it was. He's been my partner on thirty-squad for the last fifteen years; we were friends back when I met my ex-wife. He was there for me through the traumatic hostage ordeal that I was made to handle, by none other than Julio fucking Lopez himself. The same fucking sick bastard that kidnapped my wife and son and tortured them on live tv for me to fucking watch. The fact that he's fucking out of prison has every damn sense and nerve in my fucking body on extra fucking high alert.

I walk in the front door after doing my normal casing routine, although this time I case the house a few times to make sure I'm not being fucking followed. Paranoia is a motherfucking bitch, let me tell ya. I'm surprised to see Travis home, sitting in the living room watching his favorite show, SWAT; how fucking ironic. I drop my duffel in the foyer as always, pop into the kitchen to grab an ice-cold beer, and decide to sit with my boy for a bit, hoping to have a little chat.

"Hey, buddy. What are you doing at home?"

"Didn't feel like going out, Dad, that's all."

It's hard to fucking get through to him; I've never had to do this shit before. Travis is my first and only kid, and I've raised him on my own from the age of five. I've utterly fucked up this whole parenting thing and I have no fucking clue how to fix it.

"We can hang out for a bit and talk if you're up for it."

"Well, Dad, what do you want to talk about?"

"I don't know... how are you feeling about things?" He looks at me like I have two fucking heads.

"What things? Like the fact that you're never here and when you are, you're like a shell of a man? You're not happy, you're constantly paranoid, and you have no social life never mind a love life."

I'm shocked at what the hell comes out of his mouth, but then again, he isn't fucking wrong and that's the part that hurts me the most; I deserve it, though.

"Are you ever gonna be happy, Dad? Are you ever gonna be the same father you were to me before Mom left? You're a great dad, but you're slipping away and I feel like I don't exist to you."

Damn, when I asked if he wanted to talk, I wasn't expecting him to spill his fucking guts. I'm so fucking proud of him for speaking up and talking to me like a man.

"I'm sorry, buddy, I'm so fucking sorry. I know I've been a shitty father the last few years, and I promise I'm gonna work to be better because you deserve nothing less, Travis. I love you, boy, and I had no idea that you felt this way. I don't even know what to say right now, because you're one hundred percent fucking right."

"What you just said was good enough for me, Dad. I want you to try, just try to allow yourself to be happy again, because you deserve it too, even if you don't think so... I love you, old man."

"Haha, I love you too, Trav. Tell me something; do you talk to your tutor about me all the time?"

"You heard us?"

"A little" I admit as I take a swig of the icy cold brew.

"Well, yeah I do. She gives me good advice and she can usually pull me out of a bad mood. I like her, Dad, and I think you would too."

"Well, how about one of these nights we invite her over for dinner, and I'll cook?"

"Yeah, sounds fun. I'll run it by her to see what she says."

I get up to grab another beer, tossing the empty bottle into the recycling before heading toward my bedroom.

"Hey, Dad?" Travis calls from the couch.

"Yeah, bud?"

"Can we do something tomorrow? Like just me and you go out and do something?"

"Of course, buddy. You just let me know what you feel like doing, okay?"

"Sweet, yeah thanks, Dad."

He has a smile on his face when he turns back to the tv, and I find myself smiling too, all because of how well the damn talk went with my son. I haven't fucking smiled like this in a long, fucking time.

"Oh, Dad, I'm going out tonight and I'm sleeping out too. Go have fun and meet a girl."

"Smartass, but have fun and be safe; remember what I taught you."

"Always, Dad."

Finally, in my room and out of my fucking uniform, I sink onto the couch and turn the tv on, making sure to have my phone and charger handy so I can talk to Myla. God, I fucking miss her and I'm itching to pick up the fucking phone and send her a message. She's got me feeling like a fucking addict, feening for my next fix. She's like heroin flowing through my damn veins, making me feel like I'm fucking invincible and like I'm on top of the motherfucking world; until I don't have her and withdrawals set in like a fucking bitch. Dancing with the devil is what the dope fiends call it when they shoot that poison into their veins, getting that intense, euphoric sensation that takes over every ability in your body, making you feel the best you've ever felt; you're dancing with the devil. That's exactly how I fucking feel about Myla and what she does to me. Although, in this case, she's the one dancing with the fucking devil.

"Hey, little one, just wanted to tell you that I've been thinking about you."

"Hey, Deac! I've been thinking about you too! I'm omw home right now to get ready for tonight."

"Thank fuck. If I have to wait any fucking longer to see you, I'm gonna fucking lose it, Myla."

"Mhm, I can't wait to see what you have in store for me tonight."

"Oh, much fucking more than last night... tonight I'm gonna show you how much I fucking want you... tonight I'm gonna show you exactly who you fucking belong to, little one. Do you think you can handle it?"

"I hope I can handle it, Daddy. You might have to show me and teach me, but I'm a fantastic learner."

"Myla, what the fuck did I say about calling me daddy?"

"Not to unless you tell me I can..."

"Already being a fucking bad girl; you'll pay for that tonight."

"I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me."

Her last dom, really fucked her up, poor girl. All she needs is some tender love from the motherfucking devil himself and she'll be alright.

"I'm not mad at you, little one; it's okay. But, on a different note, I want you to wear red tonight... a little red dress and black knee-high boots; can you do that for me, Myla?"

"Anything for you, Officer Deacon."

"Meet me at the Radisson in LA, but meet me down on the beach in the back at the same time as last night... And, Myla?"

"Yes, Deacon?"

"You'd better not have any fucking panties covering that perfect little pussy of yours."

"Oh, I won't; I promise."

I close out of our message thread and decide it's time to get ready for our second date. I'm much calmer than I was last night when I was getting ready for my fucking date with Myla; my nerves are at bay for now.

I went with my all-black Armani suit, with the matching gloss black shoes and my matte-black Barretta this time. I want to take a walk on the beach with her, but I also want to look good fucking doing it. I want the wind to blow her short fucking dress up... I want to fuck her on the beach with her riding my cock like she's riding a fucking wave; I want her to drench me in the fucking process. I told her to wear red; let's see if she listens like the good girl she's proven herself to be. I walk around my house, making sure all the windows and doors are triple locked before heading out to my garage and getting into my Mercedes, giving my Jag a break. I get to the Radisson fairly quickly, especially for LA traffic this time of night. I bypass the valet and park myself, not trusting a goddamn soul with my shit. I get out and fix my suit and take my phone out to send Myla a text letting her know that I'm here; she'd better be too.

"Hey, little one, I'm here; heading down to the water now."

"Hey, handsome, I'm here too...guess what?" Intrigued, I message her back instantly.

"What, Myla?"

"I'm already waiting for you down by the water... and before you ask, yes I'm wearing a red dress, black knee-high boots, and... no panties."

"Fuck, little one; you're such a good fucking girl for Daddy."

A growl escapes from deep in my throat and her words are making my fucking dick hard already. Eager and aroused, I pick up my fucking pace and hurry to get down to the shore to see her. I come to an abrupt halt when I spot her from a distance. Her red dress pops and makes her stand out from everyone else, and those high, sexy boots of hers catch my eye too. All I can think about is how they'd feel digging into my back as I pound into her from on top. Mhm, my little one; My Myla. The overwhelming urge to run down there to her and pounce on her is fucking heavy and leaves me panting as I finally fucking close in on her. Up close, she's even more beautiful and she looks like a goddamn angel in what she's wearing; red is the devil's favorite color. She looks so innocent... she's not, though. And, she looks so fucking young, which she is. She looks curious as fuck too as she licks her plump, shiny lips when I get close enough and I grab her hip and yank her forcefully into me.

"Wow, you look fucking perfect, Myla."

"Thank you, Deac."

She blushes and her cheeks turn a lighter shade of red than her fucking dress. The setting sun hits her blue eyes and makes them fucking sparkle as I get lost in the deep blue abyss. She has that shy, innocent look on her fucking face and it tugs on the strings of my fucking heart that I didn't even know I fucking had. My eyes move around her face and slowly make their way to her neck, noticing the bruises from last night that she attempted to fucking cover with make-up; I can still see what the fuck I did, though. All of the fucking plans I had for us tonight flew out the damn window the second I walked down the beach and saw Myla in her short, sexy red dress. I wanted to annihilate her tonight; I wanted to make her pussy sore. I wanted to punish her for her fucking daddy comment earlier, and I wanted to show her a glimpse of the dark side of me. However, all I want to do now is lay down and have her ride my fucking cock and show me how she likes it; show me what it takes to make her cum. Tonight I'll take it easy with my little one, sort of, anyway.

"This is gorgeous here at this time of night..."

She says as we stare out at the water and the crashing waves as the sun sets for yet another dreadful night.

"Not as fucking gorgeous as you, Myla."

"You look fucking sexy, Deac, especially in all black... I'm having a hard time keeping my hands off of you."

"We look good together, don't we, Myla?"

"We absolutely fucking do."

I take her tiny hand in mine and bring it to my lips, kissing her knuckles softly and gliding my tongue over her vanilla-scented skin. My cock is already fucking hard. I have the damn libido of a fucking teenager and Christ, do I love it.

"Shall we, little one?"

"Yes, da-" She stops, bites her bottom lip, and blushes again as she looks at me.

"Go ahead, Myla; fucking say it."

"Yes, Daddy... let's take a little walk before we go to our room."

"Who said anything about a room?

We walk down the beach as giant waves crash against the shore, spraying droplets of water all over us.

"We're fucking on the beach tonight, little one. You're gonna ride my fucking cock until you're screaming my fucking name from your pretty, little mouth."

"Deacon, are you-

Never mind, forget I said anything." I give her hand a little tug and make her stop walking.

"No, what was it?"

"Please, don't make me answer, haha. I decided I'm not ready to know."

Curious about what she was gonna fucking ask me, I try to wrack my brain to figure out what the hell is on her mind.

"I'll never make you do anything you're not comfortable with, Myla."

"I know, Deacon... you're someone I already feel comfortable with."

"I'm gonna make you mine, little one; every fucking part of you will belong to me if you can handle it... Can you handle that, Myla?"

"I don't know; we'll have to wait and see, Deacon."

We get to the spot on the beach where I had my security detail set up for me; they're sticking around in case Julio Lopez shows up. I'm already taking a big risk being out like this, but Myla is fucking worth it; she's worth the fucking risk.

"Are you coming to sit, Deac?"

She asks as she takes a seat on the blanket sprawled out on the sand, under an array of palm trees that flank the beach. I sit down beside her but yank her roughly onto my lap, wrapping one arm around her tiny waist and the other, I use to twirl her long, golden-blonde hair around my finger, tugging on it gently to make her moan. I kiss the back of her neck and watch the fucking goosebumps prick her bronze skin from the touch of my lips. She wiggles her fucking ass in my lap, rubbing her plump cheeks over my goddamn crotch, making my dick grow quickly underneath her.

"Mhm, is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just excited to see me?"

She laughs as I reach into my waistband, retrieve my Barretta, showing it to her with a sadistic, sinful smile on my lips. Little does she fucking know the please I can bring her, just by using my gun on her. We'll get there, though. I can't fucking wait to get there with Myla. There's so much I want to introduce her to and if she's my perfect fucking match, then she'll love the dark, sadistic play as much as I fucking do.

"I told you, little one, I don't go fucking where without my gun... and you'll see why soon; you're not ready for it yet."

"I'm intrigued, officer..."

I grab the back of her neck gently this time and tug her back to me, roughly shoving my other hand up her dark, red dress. I find her bare pussy immediately and pinch her pierced clit with my thumb and forefinger, making her fucking legs tremble as I flick it and twist it as she begs for me to fuck her. I can smell how fucking aroused she is for me, and when I swipe my fingers along her slit, I can feel how fucking drenched she is; they slide into her opening with blissful ease. I dip two fingers inside of her tight pussy, and push them in so deep that my fucking knuckles are inside of her too. She reaches back with her hands free tonight, and grips my thighs so tight, that she pinches my fucking skin through my pants, sending jolts of pleasure to my cock and making it twitch under her ass as I finger her.

"Mhmm, yes, Daddy; I love this..."

"What do you love, Myla? Tell Daddy what you love."

I finger fuck her hard and fast, making her pussy lips swell with every thrust of my fingers, probing her and parting them within her tight little pussy while she squirms around on my lap.

"I love when you touch me, Daddy..."

"Do you like when my fingers are fucking with your little pussy, Myla? Do you like when I stretch you the fuck out with them, and when I bury them deep inside your tight little hole?"

"Yes, Daddy...oh, fucking, yes!"

I yank them out just as quickly as I pushed them in, roughly flipping Myla over my waist as I lay down on my back in the sand. As much as I want to continue to fuck her tight little pussy with my fingers, my cock needs to be inside of her more. She rocks her hips as she straddles me, grinding her bare pussy against my fucking black pants, soaking me with her pussy juices, but I could give a fuck right now what my fucking pants look like.

"I need to be inside of you, Myla. I need you to ride my fucking dick the way you like it... show your daddy how you like to ride a fucking dick."

"Mhm, okay, Daddy."

She lifts her fucking dress over the plump curve of her ass, exposing her bare, forbidden territory to the goddamn world. I unzip my pants and pull my hard cock out, letting it spring free, and stand up straight, resting against the slit of her pussy.

"I want to cum in your mouth tonight, Myla; do you swallow, little one, or are you a spitter?"

"Oh, I swallow, Daddy. I'll swallow every last drop of your cum if you'll let me."

"Christ, I can't wait to see how gorgeous you look with my cum all over your damn face. Sit the fuck on my cock, Myla, take me deep in that pussy in one try."

She puts her hands on my chest and lifts her hips, wiggling them a little to get the tip of my cock aligned with her soaking wet entrance, ready to fucking sink on it. The second her pussy hits my bare cock, I know I need to be inside of her now before I fucking cum all over her dress and not in her mouth like I fucking want to. She lowers herself slowly onto my cock, making it disappear into her pussy as her lips swallow me and strangle me in a good fucking way. When she's seated on me completely, I grab her hips hard and dig my fingers into them, rocking Myla back and forth for her fucking tingling clit gets some friction too. I reach my hand behind her back and slip it under her dress, finding her fucking ass immediately. I cup it with both hands and squeeze with all my might, spreading her ass cheeks apart as she rides my cock like a fucking cowgirl. I take my finger, lick it generously, and then graze it along the crack of her ass, soaking her forbidden hole and rubbing the tight skin with my thumb, making her ride me harder and faster as I give her a new sensation to experience.

"Do you like when I play with your tight little ass, Myla?"

"fffuck, yes! Mhm, don't stop, Daddy, please don't stop."

I slip my handkerchief out of the pocket in my suit jacket, ball it up and fucking shove it in Myla's mouth. I smile at her as I watch her eyes go fucking wide, but she still twerks her juicy ass on my cock, slamming down on me over and over again with such fucking hunger like she's desperate for fucking more; she's desperate for me to fill her up. My finger moves faster, rubbing and teasing her back entrance as I thrust my hips up and slam my cock deep into her tight little pussy, hitting her so deep that she feels it in her lower belly and rocks viciously against me, begging me with her eyes to give her everything I fucking have.

"Don't worry, little one; I'll take it out when I'm about to cum so I can empty myself down your tight little throat."

She nods her head frantically and continues to slam her ass down on my fucking length. She lifts her hips and slides me out of her tight walls, so just the tip is inside of her as she bounces her ass in the fucking air, fucking just the tip of my cock. She aggressively slams back down, her pussy swallowing my throbbing, pulsating dick and making it disappear like she's a fucking goddamn magician.

"Oooh, Daddy! I'm about to cum..."

She mumbles with the gag inside of her mouth and rocks her pussy desperately against me. Soon, I can feel her gripping my massive cock with her tight walls, soaking the veiny steel rod she keeps sitting on. It feels so fucking good without a condom, but even I know I can't cum inside of her just yet. Feeling my climax rushing through me fast, I rip the silk out of her mouth and push her off of my cock. I shove her head down and guide her mouth on my cock roughly, making her swallow all ten inches of me as I jet my heaping, warm load into her mouth and down her throat, glazing it generously with my cum. She sucks me with those perfect, pouty lips and I grab her hair and yank it as my body spasms through another intense orgasm. She deep throats me and lets me finish emptying myself right into her stomach as she looks at me in the fucking eye, looking like a good fucking girl with my hard dick between her fucking lips. I pull myself out of her mouth at the last second and smack the tip of my cock against her lips, watching my cum shoot out and cover her face in a sticky, white mess. I watch it drip down her cheek, and her lip as it falls on her dress. When I shudder through the last wave of pleasure, Myla takes me back into her mouth and sucks around the tip of my cock like a fucking jolly rancher. She swirls her tongue around in methodic circles to lick the last of my salty cum away before she lifts her head and licks her swollen, red lips.

"Damn, little one... how'd my cum taste? I hope as good as it looked on your face."

"Mmm, salty but sweet like pineapple; I love the way you taste, Daddy."

We break apart and fix our clothing before cuddling on the beach, laying in each other's arms on top of the wet blanket we just fucked on. She lets out a soft little sigh as she drags her nails along the skin under my shirt.

"You're fucking amazing, Deacon."

"Oh, yeah? So aren't you, Myla; you definitely take me by surprise each time I see you."

"I think I'm ready to give you an answer, Deac..."

"An answer for what?"

"I think- no, I know I'm ready to handle you, Deacon, and most importantly, I want you to handle me the way that you want to; I give you permission to ruin me and make me yours."

I couldn't fucking help it and I jerked off the second I got home from our second date. I had her scent on my fingers and it fucking overpowered me and put me in a motherfucking trance. I stroked my cock to her pictures I have on my phone and when I busted my load all over my fucking stomach, I found myself screaming out her fucking name. Now, I sit here alone, just thinking about Myla. I can't fucking help myself and I've tried so fucking hard to get her off of my mind. She was absolutely a good fucking girl, the kind every dom prays to find; it's obvious. Yet, even though she's a good girl, I can't help the fact that I want to do some very, bad fucking things to her; she won't be a good girl for much longer. I'm a fucking devil, with many demons inside of me just fucking begging to be set free. She's a fucking angel, with so much damn good inside of her, that she's dying to be bad for once. If she wants to be fucking bad, then she can definitely be bad for me. I like a bad girl, but deep down I crave a good girl; a good girl that will let me bring out the fucking demons inside of her. We all have demons inside of us and every single person's is fucking different. I look down at my chest and run my fingers over the tattoo on my right pec, rereading the script that's permanently inked into my skin. I get another fucking feeling- a goddamn cold chill that runs through me deeply and rocks my fucking body to its core. "When an angel craves havoc, who better to give it to her than the devil himself" I am no doubt, the motherfucking devil, who's been searching for an angel for a long motherfucking time. Could Myla be my angel? I guess only time will fucking tell. There's so much more that she needs to find out about me and I'm scared it just might make her run for the damn hills. Getting the urge to talk to her again, I pull up her Tinder profile, click on our messages and type one out, ignoring the painful erection throbbing between my legs.

"Ah, little one... I hope you're fucking ready for me to wreak havoc on your fucking perfect, little soul because now that I've found you, I'm not fucking letting you go..."

I close the message without waiting for a reply.