The Devil's Possession

"Clara, can I come in?"

I did not answer.

"Clara..."

I did not answer.

"Clara..."

I did not answer.

My mom's annoying presence lingered behind the door for a few additional seconds until a low creaking was heard as her flip flops clacked against the tiled floor. Signing, I wrapped my auburn hair into a messy bun before pushing off the bed and moving over to the door to check whether she had really left or not. My fingers twisted the knob then slowly drew it open whilst making sure that it made the lowest of sounds.

However, the person that awaited me behind it, was someone who I definitely didn't want to see. I quickly shuffled backwards and attempted to close the door, but father stuck his foot out against the door frame, stopping it from closing completely. Audaciously, he pushed his way inside and stepped to the side. I glared at him. When did he even get here!?

"Clara..." He called softly as he stared at me intently.

"What do you want?" I spat.

"I'm sure this is not the way you dreamed of living and I understand very well that you hate me for doing this to you, but how can you avoid your own mother for weeks upon weeks? She's been worried sick about you! Why don't you-"

"If you'd be so kind as to leave, that'd be great," I cut him off, picking at my nose with the tip of my nail to show my disinterest in conversing.

"That is not the way to speak to your father, Clara!" Mom's indignant voice sounded. I dropped my hand and turned my head to glare at her, gritting my teeth. She was standing on the stairs, staring straight at me with a tinge of disappointment that struck me hard.

I'm the one who is supposed to be dissapointed, not her.

"I don't care. How else do you expect me to react when you've locked me in here like a prisoner?"

At that, her anger gradually depleted into nothingness and guilt invaded her eyes in place of it. But that didn't calm me, it only aggravated me. She wasn't the only one whom I wanted to provoke to guilt. Father should feel guilty too.

"We're only trying to protect yo-"

"You call this protecting? That's bullshit! You both just don't want to show your sorry ass faces now that you've fallen victim to that stupid lunatic who calls himself the fucking Devil!"

It went silent...pin-drop silent. Mom stood taken aback by my words, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. It was seconds later that her eyes pricked with tears. I don't feel sorry for her. All I've said thus far is the truth, she knows that. So if it's pity she's looking for, she's definitely not gonna get it.

I know that their lives are on the line, but I should be able to decide what happens in my life. I'm an adult now. I'm supposed to make my own decisions. Yet the moment I propose to continue my daily life while discreetly keeping myself out of the eyes of that stupid Mafia boss, they locked me in my room. This isn't a precaution measure, it's their way of hiding from the embarrassment.

If they had only took me with them the day when they attacked the Mafia group, everything would've been different...I would've made it different. My skills are far better than father's.

"That's not true," Father managed to defend quite pathetically.

I turned to him, eyeing him as if he was the mere dirt beneath my feet. "Face it, father, you're just a scaredy cat. You don't care about me, mom nor anyone. Everything you're doing is just for the sake of lessening the blow to your pride. But the fact of the matter is that the amateur thugs that you once ruled over has been gunned down by a rival you foolishly thought you could kill. That man is more dangerous than anyone else around, you were stupid to have challenged someone like him. And that's not even all... You've even used all our money to try and patch up everything with your stupid allies, but what help did you get in return...nothing, absolutely nothing! You bett--"

A hard slap to my cheek caused my head to snap to the side and the rest of my sentence to stop at my lips. I twisted my jaw and chuckled darkly, the metallic taste of blood swimming on my tongue.

"You've been wanting to do that for a while, haven't you?" I licked the stinging bruise on my inner cheek and caressed my now red skin lightly with my palm, a grin spreading across my face. "There's no need to hold back your wrath, dear father. I'll take it all...just like I've been doing ever since you became so worthless and pathetic."

Father only stared at me with clenched jaws, a mix of emotions swirling within his orbs. Yet what I wanted to see still wasn't there...regret. I wantbhim to regret locking me in here, I want him to regret not taking me with him that day, I want him to regret everything...but he doesn't and he probably never will so arguing with him isn't even worth it.

"Not in the mood? Well then we'll save that part for later," I told him casually, motioning for him to exit with a fake smile on my lips. "Do you mind? I want to be alone."

Thankfully, he didn't bother to argue.

I evaded a bump between our shoulders as he walked by me and kept my head straight so that I wouldn't be further disappointed by the emotions that his face carried. Once he was out, I slammed the door shut then scurried over to my bed, blocking out the whispers between the two who have officially ruined my life.

I don't want to be under their supervision anymore. I want to live my own life. But because of that Mafia boss; that devil...I no longer have a life.

Sighing, I overturned the pillow on my matress before grasping the short red dress that laid under it. I smiled a bit, my mood lifting a little as I was reminded of my plans for the night.

Tonight is one of those awesome Fridays when I take the risk of sneaking out of the house. There's a club near here that always helps to keep my mind off the bad stuff. Well, technically, it's the guys that keeps my mind busy.

Hopefully, I'll be able to find someone new tonight, someone who'll make it all go away with just one mind blowing thrust.

With frantic movements, Tan slithered his hands over the thin fabric covering my body, his mouth leaving sloppy, openmouthed kisses along my neckline as I stood still, sandwiched between the wall and his sweaty body.

His hands roamed downwards, cupping the left cheek of my ass and squeezing it lightly. I groaned, not in pleasure but in annoyance. I didn't want him to treat me like a delicate prize he just won...I want him to ravish me with the aggressiveness that a man should have, not with these stupid, impatient touches.

Hopefully, his little junior isn't as small as I think it is. I certainly don't want to make the biggest mistake of my life by sleeping with an idiot who's thingy is smaller than my pinky.

I met Tan a few minutes after arriving here at the club. I had been sitting at the bar when he came up to me, reeking of alcohol and his body swaying across the floor. We exchanged names and a few more words then we kickstarted our make-out session. At the time, I thought 'first come first serve' but now, I kinda regret it. I honestly should've chosen the skinny bartender who was staring at me instead. Maybe, he would've been a lot better than this useless punk.

Oblivious to my displeasure, Tan kissed all over my face before finally letting his lips connect with mine. His tongue moved hastily while mine barely moved...His eyes closed while mine remained wide open...His hands explored my body while mine laid limp at my sides. Judging by the hard rod rubbing against me, his lust was quite intense...As for me, I was just there, unstimulated, annoyed and frustrated.

Ugh! Can't he see that all his efforts are going in vain?

In the midst of it all, my disinterest was so great that I happened to have swept my gaze over the countless sweaty bodies residing in the club. What we were doing wasn't anything strange, there were even a few who were VERY close to having sex on the freaking floor...Yet there was a guy seated at the booth staring right at us, at me in particular. I had never seen him before but all I can say is, he is surely stunning.

He was dressed in a blue denim and a white T-Shirt that hugged his broad shoulders just right, doing nothing to hide his bulging biceps and muscular chest. And just below his T-shirt, there was a tattoo of an animal of some sort...maybe a lion. I can't say what exactly since I couldn't see it clearly from this distance.

My gaze went upwards and our eyes locked. I stared back at him with just as much intensity as he did me so it wasn't long before I noticed that his gaze was not an innocent one. Raw lust swirled in those fearless ebony eyes of his, demanding enough submission to incite a needy tingling sensation in my prior unresponsive lower region.

Not to mention his lips...those juicy temptations pleaded for friction.

His looks were extraordinary, absolutely out of this world. I fear that if I continue to stare without jumping into action, a bitch might steal my catch. I can't let that happen, can I?

With that thought, I pressed my palm against Tan's chest and shoved him back, separating our lips.

That guy over there is the man I want. I just know it. I'm quite lucky to have spotted this delicious human being who hopefully possessed the vigour and aggressiveness I craved.

"Time's up, punk. I just found me a rare one," I told him, using the back of my hand to rid my lips of any remnants of our kiss.

Tan looked down at me, clearly confused. I rolled my eyes and patted him on the shoulder briefly before walking by him with swaying hips, ignoring how high up my thigh the hem of my dress was. If it rode up any higher then my underwear will probably be on display, but who cares? My potential stress reliever for the night seemed to like it, considering the way his eyes left mine and slid down to my long, creamy legs where they stayed for quite a while before drifting back up to my face.

When I finally stopped before him, his lips twitched into a sexy smirk, honing his growing attractiveness. He looked beautiful...even more so up close.

With a seductive flip of my hair, I seated myself on his lap, wrapping my hands around his neck and entwining my fingers to keep him exactly where I wanted him. His hands immediately moved to my ass, kneading it for a few seconds before resting flat against it, probably admiring its fleshiness.

"You seem a bit...bored with your guy over there," He rumbled huskily, referring to Tan who was watching us resentfully from the same spot where I left him. "Why don't you let me give you a good time?" He leaned forward and flicked his tongue over my earlobe.

I smiled, taking his actions and his pleasing choice of words as an invitation to slowly grind against him. I dipped my head down to his neck and grazed his skin lightly with the tip of my teeth then proceeded to suck on it.

Unresponsive for no more than a second, he crooked his neck for better access and tightened his hold on my ass, squeezing it...hard. I didn't mind the slight pain though, in fact, it felt erotic.

Grinning, I picked up my speed and relocated my lips from the slightly red area I had been sucking on to drift elsewhere. At that, his first groan climbed up his throat, and as a result, I didn't cease my assault on that particular spot.

As I continued grinding against him, the intervals between each of his groans became shorter, his breathing became ragged and his shaft grew against me, conveying his arousal.

I halted the movements of my hips and sat up, my eyes analyzing his provocative, lust filled form. His tongue abruptly showed itself, gliding over his bottom lip then retreating back into his mouth.

His rather sensuous actions had my gaze glued to his lips for a few seconds before reluctantly travelling up to his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, I leaned forward and sucked on his bottom lip, flicking my tongue over its soft skin.

And just like I wanted, he impatiently connected our lips in a bruising kiss.

My hands tightened around his neck as our lips aggressively moulded together with a certain level of urgency that channelled our undying yearning for sex. Seeking greater pleasure, I was a second away from slipping my tongue into his mouth but he beat me to it, pushing his own pass my lips in one sexy thrust. His large hands moved from my ass to travel along my body as if it were his territory and his hot tongue roamed every inch of my mouth, sending shockwaves to my core.

I revelled in the taste of him and the feel of his hips pushing up against me as the kiss became even more urgent and sensual. His tongue expertly dominated mine that trailed behind his wherever it went, drawing a low, excited moan from my lips. But much to my dislike, he pulled back a little and licked his lips, his lust filled eyes staring straight into mine.

I was about to move in for another mind blowing kiss when his hand that was tightly gripping my thigh slowly slid upwards, riding up the dress further. My breathing ragged and my underwear dampened as he made the move of rubbing me through the thin cloth with his fingers.

"You're so wet, baby..."

My body burned as hot as fire from the anticipation and I moaned in response to his words. My desperate, pleasure instigated sounds seemed to work as a means of urging him to go further, because seconds later, he slipped my underwear to the side, letting his fingers directly brush against my wetness. They played with my clit torturously and occasionally encircled my hole, eliciting countless high pitched moans that I couldn't nor did I want to suppress.

"Mhmm...ah...uhh." My lips slipped ajar and my breath hitched when his index finger finally penetrated me. It slipped out of me slowly, then slid right back in with a greater force than before. The deliciously relentless heat in the pit of my stomach built rapidly at each thrust and I found myself grinding against his fingers, craving more friction.

He met my demands by adding another finger and his thrusts became harder and faster, driving me completely wild atop him. I was probably leaking like a river right now.

I arched my back and my eyes rolled to the back of my head when he expertly curled his long fingers inside me at just the right angle, pummeling straight up into my leaking hole.

"Ahhh..."

Seemingly taking pleasure in my screams, he continued to plunge in that spot every time, providing a delicious stimulation that was far greater than the rest. And as if that wasn't enough to numb my mind, his lips found the crook of my neck, sucking, licking and occasionally biting the frail skin. With another moan, I gladly crooked my neck, giving him permission to do as he so wished with my body.

I could feel eyes on me as his fingers guided me to the brink of pleasure, but I didn't care. There was never a time when I cared about anything, especially people, so they could talk all they want for all I care. I'm the type of girl who doesn't let things bother me. It's not that I'm careless, it's just that other people's opinions meant nothing to me. As far as I can tell, I'm better off this way.

Lips reconnected with mine once again and I immediately opened up, granting him entry. His tongue did wonders, slithering around in my mouth as if trying to take note of every little detail...that along with his free hand kneading my ass cheek and his fingers pummelling into me, were so overwhelmingly erotic that I soon disconnected our lips and threw my head back with a loud scream.

Realizing that my release was nearing, he trailed kisses from my jaw over to my earlobe, briefly sucking on it before whispering huskily in my ear, "Cum for me, baby."

As per his command, I finally orgasmed, drenching his slender fingers in white liquid.

Shuddering, my body fell laxly against him, breathing hard as I came down from my high. After a short fiddle with my clit, his fingers set my soaked underwear back in place before they receded to his mouth. With my face turned to him and my cheek resting against his shoulder, I watched through half-lidded eyes as one by one his fingers slipped into his mouth and came out cleansed of cum and glistening with saliva.

Seeing that, I could've sworn I came once more.

Just like he obviously did, I wanted more...I wanted that tongue he had locked away in his mouth to create sensuous friction against mine as I savoured his delectable taste...And I wanted those sinful hands of his to roam every single part of me.

But most of all, I want him to fuck me...hard and drive me crazy with pleasure.

From a first glance, I can easily tell that he's a playboy, someone that would have sex with just about anyone. Knowing that, I was all the more eager to go a round or two with him. Obviously, he had the experience...unlike the first dimwit who could barely even make me shiver.

My luck is finally kicking in, don't you think? It's been weeks since I've felt so undeniably good. Similarly, it's also been weeks since I've seen someone so otherworldly beautiful in this club. Most of the faces here were familiar since I've already slept with a few regulars. He however, seemed to be new in town. Perhaps, he moved here?

If so, he better be planning to live here forever because I want him...at least for a few more nights.

His hands slid back down to my ass and kneaded it roughly. The feel of his still rock hard rod against me incited a familiar heat in my stomach once again. I half expected him to fuck me there and then --which I wouldn't mind by the way-- but he stood up, his hands on my ass keeping me hoisted against him.

"It's time for the real fun, Princess."

I have no idea where he's planning on taking me but it better be somewhere he could ruthlessly ravish me until I can't even remember my own freaking name...