because we belong together

Do you know what it's like?

Fearing him.

Craving him

Missing him like i'm some goddamned Betty Crocker homemaker?

I hate him. But I stay.

Why?

Because we belong together. For a forever that spirals down into eternity. He's mine, and i'll never let him go.

"Mam...mam can you put the knife down now? Can you do that for me?"

Lillian looked over at the officer who stood on the opposite end of the room and met his eyes.

He was a nice man, a handsome man. She'd always had a thing for men in uniform though so maybe she was biased.

"I can't do that darlin." She leaned down over Marty, the latest in a long line, and ran her tongue over the length of his bare chest. His nipples hardened and even with the knife pressed into his throat he couldn't stop his dick from twitching at the pleasure of it.

Lillian knew, because she could feel his cock pulsing deep inside of her. Proud of him and the simple fact that he was staying hard even in the face of adversity she rocked forward and clenched her muscles around him so that he groaned. The internal sound making his adams apple bob against the cruel edge of the blade.

This, this was why Marty was her very favorite.

Damn man could keep a boner through anything. He reminded Lillian of of one of those people who could sleep in the middle of a crowded place and wake up rested.

"Mam, drop the damn knife. I mean it. If you don't i'll be forced to shoot."

Lillian looked at him through her lashes and grinned as she shifted on Marty. Her knees were getting a bit sore on the carpet. Next time she fucked someone like this she'd have to do it on a bed because this was ridiculous.

Licking her lips, Lilian placed a hand on Marty's chest and leaned forward, her nipples hovering over that greddy mouth of his as his eyes tracked the gentle sway of her breasts with the focused gaze of a predator.

"Now see I can't do that officer. I need Marty. He's gonna help me see."

"Help you how?" She could pick up the faint sounds of the radio transmission from the walkie talkies of the other cops who stood out of site. She knew they were calling in back-up. With this many bodies lying dead on the ground Lillian didn't blame them.

She would have called for back-up too if she was the type of person the government would trust with a badge and a firearm.

"Why do you need him mam?"

Lillian's attention fell back on the young officer and she grinned. She knew he was only trying to distract her while he and his comrades tried to figure out what to do.

"I need him to send a message."

"A message? What kind of message?"

Lillian considered. " The strong kind."

The cops jaw hardened but he kept his eyes trained on her as he indicated the mishapen body parts scattered throughout the room.

"Were these other poor folks your way of sending a message too? Maybe whoever you're talking to isn't the brightest fry in the happy meal if he hasn't gotten it by now."

Lillian giggled at that. She liked him, believed in fact that she would keep him. Maybe as a pet, see how long he lasted. She loved the noble types after all.

"No, no silly boy. See the message aint done yet. He's not here."

"Who exactly are you trying to contact mam?"

Lillian could feel the smile that stretched her face at that moment light up her eyes, she practically glowed she was so pleased with him. Her voice, when it came, was thick and husky with a mixture of delight and fear.

"I'm calling up a devil. An old aquaintance of mine you might say. He's been waitin for me you see."

"An aquaintance?"

She heard the doubt, the fear, the disgust. She heard it and it delighted her. Marty whimpered beneath her and lifted his hips. The feel of that thick cock moving along in the wet swollen heat of her walls, had Lillian's head falling back and her breath escaping in a hiss.

"Yes. Ol' Marty here is gonna be my last one. Then Samuel's gonna be here to take care of me."

She gave the cop a rueful look as she increased the pressure of the knife against Marty's throat.

"I love Samuel but I hate the fuckin bastard too ya know. He went and left me here for the longest damn time. I thought i'd never have things set up to go back home again."

The cops eyes clouded, and his face tightened. She could feel the shift in the air as he considered her, could feel the tightening of his body as he drew himself in.

Yes, he could sense it too.

She nodded toward Marty as she arched her back, making her breasts sway again in that oh-so-drugging rythm.

"Marty here has been a real good boy. Havn't you Marty?" Her smile turned feirce, and her eyes lit with a feverish heat that had the cop's hands shaking. "Show the nice officer how sweet you've been to me."

With an enthusaistic nod of his head, Marty arched his neck as he leaned forward to suck one nipple into his mouth. Tonging strongly even as the knife pinched, and then sliced through skin. Lillian held him against her, the angry yelling and shouts from the policeman becoming a dim, distant thing.

The hot flow of blood accompanied with the deliberate sting of teeth and rough wet glide of tongue was a delicious thing and she worked her hips as Marty lapped at her.

He was so hot, his tongue, his blood, his mouth. All of it was a heat, a fire that she missed like a goddamned drug. It made her wet like nothing else could have and when she next opened her eyes to see the blond man standing before her she couldn't help but grin.

He grinned, slow and easy and raised one sandy eyebrow.

Yes, him and her, they belonged together. For a forever that spirals down into eternity, he'd always be hers.

Her Samuel.

Her Rebel Angel.

"Oh darlin, I sure have missed you."