Forbidden Fruit

Denial and Pettiness

Chloe's POV

Oh I was pissed. I walked down the side walk, face red from anger at this bitch goddess' audacity and fucking embarrassment at what just happened. In all my life I have never met an Incubus with the misfortune of having a Link and the fact that it would happen to the one person who hates the idea is fucking stupid. As I round the corner, I look over my shoulder again, as I have very few seconds, to make sure he wasn't following me. Nearing the entrance, I feel my body slow down involuntarily as an unwelcome pang of hurt hits my chest. He didn't follow me. The words should've been uttered in relief but the heart-wrenching tone in which they're thought, has me picking up my stride and slamming my way through the doors of the brothel.

I have too must anger and frustration built up, and despite the three rounds of sex I had this morning, with a now absent Thomas, my stomach and cock ache, as if I haven't eaten for a week. Not wanting to bother the other humble workers here, I make my way to the only person that could meet a hate fuck thrust for thrust. Changing my sense of direction I quickly head to the main office of the building, where the owner and fellow Incubus, Chandler, handles all the business and finances of the brothel.

Getting to the end of the hallway, I knock on the brown wooden door, getting a seductive, "Come in.", in response. Feeling excitement bubble inside me, I quickly open the door and step inside, making sure to close and seal it behind me to ensure our privacy. I turn to take in Chandler's form, not even realizing that the usual shot of lust I usually feel when I saw him was no where to be found. As my eyes look him over I can't help but feel a level of respect over how well he carries himself, even the way he sits screams 'fuck me', from his sparkling green eyes to his open legs that just hint at an invitation to go between them.

Chandler looks up from whatever he's working on, and a smirk finds his lips as he leans back to look at me. My eyes follow the pen he brings to his lips, his tongue seductively comes out to taste the pen in a way that has my mouth watering. My eyes struggle to lift from his pouty lips as he greets me.

" Chloe," He says, voice as smooth as ever. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" The question slightly catches me off guard. He should know exactly what I am here for, but I decide not to press the issue and answer him instead.

"I need a hate fuck." I explain bluntly, never one to want to beat around the bush.

" Oh?" He asks as if intrigued, his strong, lithe body leaning forward in his chair to lean against the desk in interest. "Care to tell me who you hate at the moment?" I lightly panicked, too scared to expose my imperfection of having a Link to Chandler. I remain calm as I smoothly lie to him, the act of nonchalant so familiar is doesn't phase me.

"It's Thomas. He's about to leave soon and he won't listen to my warning about the Enchanted." I rant smoothly, not having to fake the voice of annoyance towards Thomas at the moment.

Chandler silently watches me as I answer, but the bored amusement on his face has my lies faltering in mid-air on the way to his ears. "Quite interesting," he finally exclaims, making me sweat nervously, a sinking suspicion crawling up my spine making me shiver. "That's a viable explanation but a lie all the same."

Chan stands up, making his way around his desk in a dangerous slow dance to sit on the edge, leaning down slightly to meet my eyes.

"Lie?" I ask in panic , willing mock irritation to hide the shaking of my palms. "There is no lie, Thomas is a back stabbing bitch and I need to be fucked!" I exclaim no need to fake the growing anger over being denied a rough brutal fucking I need to help clear my head.

   Chandler pushes himself off the desk and slowly stalks towards me, but instead of getting excited like I had with Thomas this morning, the only thing I felt was dread. He can't know. There's no way. My thoughts try to convince and sooth me that I am just overreacting but I know better.