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037: I don't want peace
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Falling into the devil's bed 037: I don't want peace
Vincent’s POVI finally understand why Jamie wants Penelope to know about this.He’s standing dutifully to the side as I leaf through the papers, documents and photos. There’s an old audio recorder by the side. The only sound in my office is the rustling of papers and the air con.“And I thought my parents were demons,” I say and lean back into my seat. I’ve seen a lot of fucked up things in my life, but this…this easily tops them all.“What should we do, sir?” Jamie asks, worry lacing his tone.It makes me turn to him, and I can’t hide my surprise. “It’s unlike you to worry this much.”He smiles, the sheepish smile he gives when he’s embarrassed. “This is Miss Verdant we’re talking about. Of course I’m worried.”“You hardly know her,” I say and return my gaze to the evidence before me.“I know she means a lot to you, sir. That’s all I need to know.”I hum in reply, and hide my half smile. “But she can’t know about this.”What do I even say? That I found evidence of her father and min
Falling into the devil's bed 036: stalker
Penelope's POVCan I die from my boyfriend’s Jacobs ladder?I spend all morning surfing the internet for everything I can find on Jacobs ladders. The first time I had learned about them, I didn’t think it was physically possible. I mean, the pain must have been massive. And yet…yet there they were.The image of Vincent’s cock flashes through my mind. Those seven titanium barbells are etched into my mind permanently. Sure, I wanted to run my tongue over the metal, taste it and feel it for myself. My insides ache and flutter around nothing.Yet, I completely froze.Sighing softly, I type yet another search query. Does a Jacobs ladder cause internal injuries during sex? Again, there’s only a handful of results. I know this is pretty niche, but come on! It’s not that rare.My search leads me to stumble upon an ad for nipple piercings. Seeing it makes my boobs physically hurt. Shaking my head, I quickly close the ad and resume my search.“What are you doing?”I jump in my seat, a startled
Falling into the devil's bed 035: fear and salty popcorn
Vincent’s POV:My princess is spiraling.She paces the floors so fast I’m dizzy just by watching her. I mean, I expected something akin to her current reaction. I just didn’t expect her to freak out entirely.“How did that even…” she whirls around and faces me. Her eyes are a cocktail of worry, arousal, and fear. “That looks…painful?” I can tell she’s cherry picking her words. I’d have found her reaction adorable. That is if her chest wasn’t rising and falling rapidly, and she hadn’t immediately jumped to her feet and reeled back at the sight of my dick.She’s scared. And it’s not funny.“It doesn’t hurt,” I answer, keeping my voice soft. “I got it a long time ago, it’s fully healed now.”She blinks up at me, her eyes misty. “Did it hurt when you got it?” her eyes track down my body to my dick which was still hanging out by the way. She swallows nervously, her hand cupping over her mouth. “It must have hurt a lot, right?”“Not much.” I said with a shrug.She looks up at me. “Make no m
Falling into the devil's bed 034: Evidence of adultery
Calypso's POV:“I’m fucking done!”Charles grabs my wrist, the same hand holding my suitcase, and yanks me back to him. My body reacts before I can, and my hand comes flying at his face. He catches my flying fist, holding both of my hands and trapping me against him. He stares into my face, an amused smile dancing on the edge of his lips. “Are you done now?”“Let me go! Let me go right now!” I scream at him. Yet the more I struggle, the tighter he holds me. He spins me around so my back is pressed to his chest, while he holds my arms in an X across my chest. His head dips into the crook of my neck, his hot breath fanning my skin and making me feel sensitive against my will. “Calm down now, let’s talk this out. As we always have.”I laugh bitterly. “This…this is not going to be talked out.” “We always have worked things out,” he says, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the left side of my neck. “For six years now, we’ve worked out our differences. That is exactly what we’re going to d
Falling into the devil's bed 033: seven steps
Penelope’s POV:And the line goes dead. I get into the car and take a few minutes to calm my racing heart. I’ll have to tell Sera about this. Hopefully she can track the person down. I don’t like this. A strange person sends me a picture, and my mother lies to me about it. Now they’re saying I’m blind?What the actual hell?“Miss Verdant,” Athena’s steady voice is like a much needed anchor. She’s in the drivers seat, her head turned over her shoulder as she watches me. “Is everything alright?”“I think I’m being watched, possibly followed too.” I say, guilt creeping into my tone. “I’m sorry for today,”“There’s nothing to apologize for. It’s late, should I drive you home?”“You should go home,” I say. Even though there’s a room for her at my apartment, she prefers to go home to hers at the end of the day. In her words, she doesn’t want to bump into Vincent not even by accident. That reminds me, I still haven’t asked her what her history with him was. As I stare at her, I try to wo
Falling into the devil's bed 032: open your eyes, darling
Penelope’s POV:My heart skips a beat. A delicious beat. “Alright, I’ll be there soon.” I say and hang up. Athena pokes her head into the back seat. “Home?” She asks. “No. I have to go—” my phone vibrates, cutting me off. I pick it up, glancing at the message that just popped in.An unknown number. For a while, I think it’s Charles. Then I remember I just blocked the number he used to call me. “One minute,” I say to Athena as I open the message. It contains one photograph. At first glance, it doesn’t look like much. A picture of my parents and a couple. They way it’s angled, I almost brush off the image. Almost. The couple my parents are talking to in the photograph is Mr and Mrs Halstead. My brow furrows as I zoom into the picture. It looks like an old picture, one taken years ago. I know that by my mother, her hair is without a single strand of white, a rich black color tumbling down her slender shoulders. She looks beautiful here, radiant even. My father has his arm around
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