Chapter 19 Chapter 19
⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧ Apollo ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧
Adrianna’s eyes met mine, a flicker of nervousness dancing in those fierce depths, the air thick with unspoken tension. She shifted in her seat, her curvy body—still humming from our morning fuck, I could feel it through our bond—brushing against the table.
“Apollo, this is Paul. My boss at the club.” Her voice was steady, but I caught the undercurrent of warning, that teasing fire she wielded like a weapon against me. Paul. The name slithered through my mind, igniting the possessive jealousy that had simmered since I sensed his approach. His eyes narrowed on me, recognition sharpening his stern features as he sized me up, from my broad shoulders to the glamour veiling my crimson skin and elegant horns.
Paul leaned back, crossing his arms, his authoritative demeanor cracking with suspicion.
“Wait a minute. You're the guy from the VIP room that night. The one who booked her and paid extra.” His gaze flicked to Adrianna, then back to me, voice dropping accusatory. “Did you pay the extra $400? For her private time?”
I held his stare, my demonic restraint a thin veil over the lust and rage boiling inside. Our bond pulsed with Adrianna’s unease, her full breasts rising with a quick breath, nipples hardening under her shirt—traitorous response to the chaos, or maybe to me. I nodded once, voice low and controlled, vibrating with the supernatural seduction that made her thighs clench even now.
“Yes. It was me.” Admitting it felt like a claim, marking her as mine in front of this mortal fool who dared eye her like prey.
Paul's laugh was sharp, bitter, his business-minded control slipping into outright venom. He turned to Adrianna, sneering. “So that's it? You're just a gold digger, huh? Dating him because he's loaded, throwing yourself at whoever pays the most.” His words sliced through the mall's chatter, drawing a few glances, but he pressed on, face twisting with disdain. “No wonder you work at that club, stripping for cash. Only low-class gold diggers do that—shake their asses for tips. I don't know how I was ever interested in a girl like you. You're nothing but a whore chasing money.”
Rage exploded in my chest, hot and primal, the embodiment of lust twisting into something darker, more possessive. How dare he speak to her like that? My Adrianna, with her wild fire and deep desires, the woman I'd loved since she took her first breath, the one I'd sworn eternal servitude to. Our blood link flared, her anger mirroring mine, her pussy clenching with the emotional storm—arousal and fury blending in that intoxicating way only she could ignite. My eyes flashed black, voids of infernal hunger, and for a heartbeat, I let my horns flare, elegant curves pushing through the glamour, crimson tips glinting under the fluorescent lights.
Paul's face drained of color, his eyes widening in terror as he caught the demonic truth—horns, black gaze, the ripple of power that made the air thicken with fantasy's edge. He froze, piss staining his pants in a dark patch, the acrid smell hitting me even from across the table. Scared shitless, he stumbled back, chair scraping loud, tripping over its leg in his panic. He hit the floor hard, scrambling up with a whimper, then bolted, weaving through the food court crowd like a hunted animal, out of the mall and into the parking lot.
I watched him go, my heart pounding with savage satisfaction, the body-worshipping devotion to Adrianna surging anew. She was mine to cherish, to fuck with fierce passion, to torment with teasing dreams if she willed it. But Paul... he'd pay. Tonight, in the shadows of his sleep, I'd visit his dreams, supernatural seduction turning to nightmare. I'd whisper his insults back at him, twist his desires into horrors—make him relive every degrading word as phantom hands clawed at him, driving him slowly insane until he begged for mercy that wouldn't come. My cock hardened at the thought, not from cruelty alone, but from the protective love that bound me to her, the demon romance we'd forged in blood and lust.
Adrianna turned to me, her cheeks flushed, eyes wide with a mix of shock and that aroused spark I knew so well. Elena returned then, tacos in hand, oblivious at first, but her protective gaze sharpened as she took in the scene.
“What the hell happened? Was that Paul? Did he just piss himself and run away?”
I nodded as I slid into the seat beside Adrianna, my hand finding her thigh under the table, fingers tracing the edge of her skirt—teasing, possessive, feeling the heat of her skin through the fabric. Our bond thrummed with her emotions: anger at Paul's words clashing with the desire his fear had stirred in us both.
“He's gone, my love,” I sent telepathically, voice a rumble in her mind, laced with the promise of worship. “But if you want, I can make him suffer more. Or... let me show you how deeply I crave you, right here, in ways no mortal could.” Her breath hitched, full breasts pressing against her shirt, and I imagined dropping to my knees later, licking her pussy until she screamed my name, ridges of my tongue dragging ecstasy from her core.
She squeezed my hand, her teasing fire returning, though softer now, vulnerable in the wake of the confrontation.
“Apollo... that was intense. Your eyes, the horns—he saw.” Her voice was a whisper, body leaning into mine, the emotional intimacy of our connection pulling us closer amid the mall's bustle.
Jenny sat across, unpacking the food, her admiration for my allure tempered by caution.
“Demon tricks in public? Bold. But if he hurt her feelings, good riddance.” She shot me a look, half-warning, half-approval, her support for Adrianna unwavering.
I nodded, restraint holding as I fought the urge to pull Adrianna into my lap, fuck her senseless against the table to erase Paul's shadow. Instead, I savored the tension, the fantasy of what I'd do to him later fueling my hunger for her. Tonight, after tormenting Paul, I'd return to her bed, worship every curve with my mouth, my cock buried deep, claiming her in raw, unyielding passion. But for now, I waited, our bond a live wire of desire and devotion, the air between us crackling with unspoken promises.