The Devil You Know by Richard Levesque Read Free Book Online Page A

mouth with his
forearm. He smiled at her, letting the little mustache he wore do some of the
work. He held out a hand. “Come here,” he said gently. When she hesitated, he
added, “I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
    He
watched as she glanced behind her to make sure no one else was around, then she
closed the kitchen door and walked to him, a hungry look in her eyes. “And you
thought it was going to be an awful morning, didn’t you?” he said as she
reached for the hand he still offered. “Cleaning up after Mr. Piedmont’s
friends, eh? Why not start the day right?”
    She
had not said a word to him but only let a little gasp escape as he pulled her
to him and kissed her, pressing his hips tightly against her. He ran his hands
down to squeeze her buttocks and then dropped to his knees in front of her.
    “Oh,”
she whimpered, a bit fearfully as he started to lift the hem of her dress.
    The last bit of
resistance ,
he thought. “Shhhh,” he whispered and began to kiss his way up her thighs. Then
he pulled her underwear down around her knees and kept kissing his way upward,
lifting the skirt as he went. When he breathed her in and used his tongue on
her, he felt her shudder. “That’s it,” he said again. He had her now, he knew;
she was his. Julian could yell, the maid could go home to her family or her
boyfriend, and none of it would matter. She was his.
    He
stood up quickly, fighting back the strong urge to slap her. Then he spun her
around, bent her over the countertop, and entered her. He was rough with her,
but she seemed not to care, turning her head to look back at him and biting her
lip in delirium. She ran her nails along the countertop, and he knew she would
be scratching his back if he were on top of her. Soon, she was making little
involuntary moans and cries, arching her back and pushing herself against him
as he thrust.
    Whenever
she turned her head to look at him, he tried to watch her face, waiting for the
look of puzzlement the women always got when they began to sense that it was
more than his sex organ inside them, that he was joining with them on a spiritual
level, his true, ethereal self coupling with her spirit. He bent forward and
bit her shoulder as he continued, feeling himself moving deeper into her
consciousness; the fear he sensed there only spurred him on. Building up to a
crescendo, he felt her beginning to go slack, her cries growing softer and
softer. Finally, he ejaculated, and withdrew slowly, aware of part of her
coming with him, as though her very being had joined his inseparably.
    The
woman was breathing heavily, and once he took his hands off her hips she began
to slide to the floor. Normally, he would have let her go, but Julian’s
admonishment still rang in his head. It would not do to leave her slumped here
for someone else to find, so he caught her under the armpits and lifted her,
amazed at how light and insubstantial she felt. The kitchen had a little
breakfast nook; Ezgeroth turned toward it and set her down on one of the seats.
He arranged her legs and arms so that she would stay sitting up. Her eyes were
vacant and blinked slowly every few seconds. She would be herself again before
long, but inexplicably changed, he knew.
    “You’re
mine now,” he whispered to her. “All mine. No one else needs to know.”
    He
found her panties on the floor and wiped his groin with them. He stuffed them
into the pocket of her apron, almost giggling at the thought of her finding
them later. She might think it was a dream, he knew, but a part of her would
tell her it was not. He looked forward to finding her again when Julian was not
around. It would make a nice little game for him.
    Without
another glance at her, he left the kitchen and went to find one of Julian’s
lackeys. He needed someone to go up to the room he had slept in and remove the
woman from his bed. After his encounter with the maid, the thought of going
back to the other woman was repulsive. Part of him knew the