Not because he was a creature from a nightmare no; but because he was quite the opposite.
Were n't monsters supposed to look the part? if they looked like angels, then how was the world supposed to know the difference? Then again, Lucifer was once an angel, or so they say. He was perhaps, the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. Not that I had that much experience, but still.
He looked nothing like my childhood nightmares, nothing at all like the monster who would carry out the things he’d described. He was young, handsome, well built from what I could see. So why would he need to go to such lengths?
"Seen enough? Not quite what you expected huh. Don't let the fact that I'm a Bella Figura fool you; I'll gut you the first time you cross me and don't you forget it.
N ow get up and put something on, unless you want to parade in front of my men naked. Just so you know, that would be grounds for severe punishment; just something for you to keep in mind for the future."
He had the nerve to grin at me; was he insane? I must’ve voiced my thoughts out loud.
"I'm not crazy little girl, you're looking at a Harvard Grad, top three percent. Forget that shit, I beat all the rest. But I'm no lightweight trust fund baby. I like to live on the edge.
I like my sex dirty as fuck , the dirtier the better. The thing is, I don't want some skank mothering my sons. That's where you come in. Sweet virgin pussy! Well, not so virgin anymore, but sweet as fuck.
I hope you've been taking your vitamins little girl , because I plan to fuck you until you're good and bred. That ought to be fun."
I could only stare at the madman across from me, and wonder when the nightmare would end, and I’d wake up.
"MOVE."
I jumped off the bed and sprang into action; I guess not, no dream ever felt this real.
Chapter 3
XANDER
"There's no need to cry angel baby; I'm not so bad once you get to know me. I figure I'm better for you than that fuck of a father you've got. In fact, you should be thanking me; the way he was going, you could've ended up as the property of some twisted fuck."
I had to laugh at that , because I'm pretty sure she's thinking that's exactly what had happened. I watched as she started to gather up her stuff; up close she was a tiny bit of a thing.
I hope she doesn't have too much trouble carrying my seed. Mom always did say I was a bruiser at birth. My seed; for weeks the thought of breeding her has kept me hard as a fucking pike.
Out of respect, I’d refrained from fucking anyone else. Those days were done. I might be a bastard, but I hate betrayal in any form. And though she had no idea of the plans I had made for our future, I did.
"Leave all that shit behind , I'll get you new things, let's go." I looked around in scorn at the beaten up furniture in her room, and the ratty threadbare rug. If nothing else, I could at least give her a decent roof over her head, at the very least.
I wonder if she’d appreciate the grandeur of her new surroundings. Or if the reality of me plowing her belly day in and day out for the next little while, would dampen that.
She left off picking up her shit and walked over to me all timid and shy. I absolutely loved that shyness. That sweet, untouched innocence, that I was gonna enjoy dirtying up a fuck of a lot.
"You ready to begin the rest of your life angel baby?" I didn't wait for her to answer, just grabbed her face and kissed her long and hard, the way I liked.
She flinched a little when I bit her lip there at end; better she gets used to it now, no sense in perpetrating a fraud. Sex with me is always going to be dangerous.
"Let's go babe my cock's itching to finish what we started."
I helped her into the back of the car and pulled the privacy screen, might as well keep her primed on the way.
"Come here." She'd scrunched herself into the corner on the other side of the seat. Seems like she took her sweet time getting the short distance over to me. Taking her
Were n't monsters supposed to look the part? if they looked like angels, then how was the world supposed to know the difference? Then again, Lucifer was once an angel, or so they say. He was perhaps, the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. Not that I had that much experience, but still.
He looked nothing like my childhood nightmares, nothing at all like the monster who would carry out the things he’d described. He was young, handsome, well built from what I could see. So why would he need to go to such lengths?
"Seen enough? Not quite what you expected huh. Don't let the fact that I'm a Bella Figura fool you; I'll gut you the first time you cross me and don't you forget it.
N ow get up and put something on, unless you want to parade in front of my men naked. Just so you know, that would be grounds for severe punishment; just something for you to keep in mind for the future."
He had the nerve to grin at me; was he insane? I must’ve voiced my thoughts out loud.
"I'm not crazy little girl, you're looking at a Harvard Grad, top three percent. Forget that shit, I beat all the rest. But I'm no lightweight trust fund baby. I like to live on the edge.
I like my sex dirty as fuck , the dirtier the better. The thing is, I don't want some skank mothering my sons. That's where you come in. Sweet virgin pussy! Well, not so virgin anymore, but sweet as fuck.
I hope you've been taking your vitamins little girl , because I plan to fuck you until you're good and bred. That ought to be fun."
I could only stare at the madman across from me, and wonder when the nightmare would end, and I’d wake up.
"MOVE."
I jumped off the bed and sprang into action; I guess not, no dream ever felt this real.
Chapter 3
XANDER
"There's no need to cry angel baby; I'm not so bad once you get to know me. I figure I'm better for you than that fuck of a father you've got. In fact, you should be thanking me; the way he was going, you could've ended up as the property of some twisted fuck."
I had to laugh at that , because I'm pretty sure she's thinking that's exactly what had happened. I watched as she started to gather up her stuff; up close she was a tiny bit of a thing.
I hope she doesn't have too much trouble carrying my seed. Mom always did say I was a bruiser at birth. My seed; for weeks the thought of breeding her has kept me hard as a fucking pike.
Out of respect, I’d refrained from fucking anyone else. Those days were done. I might be a bastard, but I hate betrayal in any form. And though she had no idea of the plans I had made for our future, I did.
"Leave all that shit behind , I'll get you new things, let's go." I looked around in scorn at the beaten up furniture in her room, and the ratty threadbare rug. If nothing else, I could at least give her a decent roof over her head, at the very least.
I wonder if she’d appreciate the grandeur of her new surroundings. Or if the reality of me plowing her belly day in and day out for the next little while, would dampen that.
She left off picking up her shit and walked over to me all timid and shy. I absolutely loved that shyness. That sweet, untouched innocence, that I was gonna enjoy dirtying up a fuck of a lot.
"You ready to begin the rest of your life angel baby?" I didn't wait for her to answer, just grabbed her face and kissed her long and hard, the way I liked.
She flinched a little when I bit her lip there at end; better she gets used to it now, no sense in perpetrating a fraud. Sex with me is always going to be dangerous.
"Let's go babe my cock's itching to finish what we started."
I helped her into the back of the car and pulled the privacy screen, might as well keep her primed on the way.
"Come here." She'd scrunched herself into the corner on the other side of the seat. Seems like she took her sweet time getting the short distance over to me. Taking her
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