A demoness's calling

Episode 7: Continuation

Gritting her teeth, Ricky stayed, nursing her drink. The rounds began, and Ronny quickly became the center of attention. Girl after girl kissed him with enthusiasm, their laughter and cheers filling the room.

When her turn came, the number landed on a guy who grinned and pointed at her. “You and Ronny.”

Ricky shook her head. “What if I don’t want to?”

“Then you take ten shots,” someone shouted.

The crowd erupted, cheering for her to choose the shots. With a smirk, Ricky stepped forward.

Ten glasses of fiery liquor were lined up in front of her. To everyone’s shock, she downed the shots effortlessly, barely flinching.

“I didn’t know you could drink like that,” Ronny said, impressed.

“This b***h loves them hot,” Mickey slurred from a corner.

Ricky rolled her eyes, laughing. “Shut up, Mickey.

Ricky’s urgent need to find a restroom led her on a frantic search, her feet pounding the cold tile floor. She finally found one and rushed inside, the door creaking shut behind her. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and stale air.

As she opened the door to leave, someone pushed her back in and locked it. The sound of the lock clicking into place echoed through the small space.

“What the f**k?” Ricky exclaimed, shocked and disoriented. Her voice bounced off the tile walls, making her head spin.

She was even more shocked when she saw a frowning Ronny pinning her to the wall, his chest heaving with each breath. His eyes blazed with intensity, making her heart skip a beat.

“Move out of the way, you asshole,” she stated, feeling the effects of the alcohol coursing through her veins. Her voice was laced with a slight slur.

Ronny’s face was inches from hers, his warm breath dancing across her skin. Ricky felt a shiver run down her spine as he whispered, “You rejected me.”

The air was electric with tension, the only sound the soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. Ricky’s heart pounded in her chest, making her feel lightheaded.

“Yes, I did, so what?” Ricky replied, trying to hide how much being close to him affected her. Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Ronny’s eyes narrowed, his face even closer to hers. Ricky felt his warm breath on her skin, making her skin prickle with goosebumps.

“I don’t want to get sick,” she added, attempting to sound nonchalant. But her voice trembled, betraying her.

Ronny’s lips grazed her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “What do you mean by that?” he whispered, his voice low and husky.

Ricky’s breath hitched as she struggled to find the right words. Her heart was racing, making her feel like she was going to pass out.

As Ronny nibbled her neck, Ricky felt her knees weaken. The sensation was like a spark of electricity, making her skin tingle.

He took that as permission and bit her gently. Ricky’s moan was involuntary, her body betraying her.

Her hands went to his head, and she felt herself pulling him closer. “Ahh, Ronny, what are you doing?” she moaned, her voice barely audible.

The sound of her own voice was like a distant echo, making her feel like she was outside her own body.

Ronny’s growl sent tremors through her body. He sucked and bit her neck, his lips burning her skin.

Ricky’s moans grew louder, her body responding to Ronny’s touch. The sensation was like a wave crashing over her, making her feel like she was drowning.

“Ronny, ahh, f**k Ronny, Ronny ohh god,” she exclaimed, her voice hoarse from shouting.

Then he stopped, and they looked at each other with hazy eyes. Ricky’s gaze drifted down to the bulge in his pants, and her eyes widened.

She felt a rush of heat between her legs, her panties dampening with desire. The sensation was like a slow burn, making her feel like she was on fire.

Ronny’s smirk was a cruel reminder of her arousal. “You’re so horny I can smell you,” he taunted, his voice low and husky.

Ricky’s face burned with shame. She felt like she was going to melt into the floor, her body betraying her.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she spat, pushing him away.

As she turned to leave, Ronny pinned her to the door, his c**k pressing against her stomach. Ricky’s moan was involuntary, her body still responding to Ronny’s touch.

The sound of her own heartbeat was like a drumbeat in her ears, making her feel like she was going to pass out.

“Ronny,” she moaned, her voice barely audible.

“Little girls like you should be hiding at home, not attending parties like these,” Ronny sneered.

Ricky’s anger flared, making her feel like she was going to explode. “Who are you to tell me that?” she shouted, her voice echoing off the walls.

Ronny’s growl sent shivers down her spine. “If you don’t hide, I’ll eat you alive,” he whispered, his lips inches from her ear.

Ricky’s heart racing, she shoved him away. “I’m not scared of you. Don’t ever touch me again, you asshole.”

With a fierce determination, Ricky sprang out of the bathroom, leaving Ronny and her doubts behind. The cool air hit her like a slap in the face, making her feel like she was waking up from a dream.

Ricky stumbled out of the bathroom, her cheeks flushed, her heart pounding against her chest like a war drum. Her mind raced to process what had just happened. She pressed a hand to her neck, wincing as she felt the tender marks left by Ronny’s teeth.

“Asshole,” she muttered under her breath, though her body betrayed her anger. The warmth pooling between her thighs was a stark reminder of how dangerously close she had been to losing control.

She darted through the hallway, avoiding eye contact with anyone. The music from the party thumped loudly in the background, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside her.