Caught Red Handed

Chapter Fifty-Four, Not Again!

Tom's Perspective

My face was bright red for most of the meeting, eventually calming down as we progressed. Throughout the meeting, Tord continually attempted to touch me out of sight of the camera. He tried to touch my leg, caress my thigh, hold my hand, rub my arm. Any sort of contact that brought us closer. However, I was extremely pissed at him and swatted his needy hand away. Once the meeting concluded, I closed my laptop. The office was eerily silent as I refused to look at the demon beside me. "Thomas, I-." "That's Blue Angel. Now leave my room, you have business elsewhere." I promptly dismissed him. I could practically feel his body recoil from me. I didn't care, because he deserved it. He seduced me in front of the people who held me of the utmost respect. Now they probably think of me as a dumbass. A whore. A gay, stupid, slutty boy. I expected him to leave based on how tense the air was, but my thoughts quickly changed as the demonic being pinned me to my desk.

His grip on my arms were deadly, and his expression fierce. And to think I was the pissed one. His body pressed up against me as his throat emitted a low growl. "Get the fuck off of me Tord, or I'll have you killed within a second." I spat and winced when his claws dug into my arms through my coat. "Then kill me you stupid son of a bitch. You can not misbehave, you disrespectful whore." He growled deeply and drilled holes into my pitless eyes with his stare. Oh, that is it. This ungrateful bitch is really calling me a disrespectful whore after everything I've done for him? "I SAID GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME YOU PSYCHOTIC ASSHOLE!!" I screeched and aggressively kicked him in the stomach with all of my strength and anger. He barely flinched at the action and picked me up, tossing me against the wall. My lungs suddenly forced out air from the shock, and I was left breathless on the ground. I can't transform, I can't die. This can't happen again.

I shakily attempted to get up, not even getting the chance as I was picked up by my tie. He choked me with his method, practically hanging me in his hands. I kept a brave face, not giving up so easily. This man needs a smack of reality. He aggressively threw me against my desk, effectively tossing off everything on it in the process. I gasped for air as the demon towered over me. He swiftly pinned my body down once more, this time harshly sinking his teeth into my neck. I struggled against his grip and continued to gasp for air as his jaws tightened. I can't die. I can't. My flailing decreased as my oxygen did as well. He teeth didn't sink in any further as to snap any bones, but remained a severe threat. This was all a mistake, bringing back a power-mad demon that can obliterate the world. My adrenaline calmed as the Commie stopped his movements, remaining with his teeth buried deep into my flesh. I felt so dizzy that I could barely keep my eyes open.

"What.. What are you doing?" I wheezed out. His grip on my neck slowly loosened before completely releasing. "Owning you." He stated calmly and removed his weight off of my chest. He helped me to catch up on my breath, pressing on my chest when I couldn't do it on my own. I felt so weak. "I'm sorry for what I did. I just.. I want to own you. I want to hurt you." He admitted his sick desires and rested his head on my shoulder. "I'm sorry for my behavior, Thomas. I'm just so frustrated. Now that I'm a demon, I have this nasty heat cycle that teases me. I'm sorry kitten." He purred into my ear and lightly nipped it. I sighed as he let go of my arms completely. I really shouldn't forgive him, after everything he's done. What was he saying about a heat..? I gently pushed off the excited demon and crossed my arms. "You are such a burden." I huffed and he grinned with sharp fangs. "I know." He purred proudly and helped me off of the mess of a desk. "You are an asshole." I scoffed and brushed off my coat.

He playfully purred and helped me pick up the mess he had created. "Really, I am sorry babe." He pushed and I tiredly sighed. "I should lock you up for what you did." I scorned and the demon stared at me with less confidence. I set my broken laptop on my desk and stared back at the male. "You get your shit together and respect me, or else." I threatened and the demon narrowed his eyes, not taking that well. "Yes sir." He huffed and set the last of my supplies on the desk. "And come here." I ordered and he walked over with clear rebellion burning in his eyes. I slowly pulled him down to my height and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "I hate you." I grunted and the Norski smiled softly. "You too Thomas. I better get back to it, sir." He said and straightened his posture. I nodded and let go of the collar of his shirt. "You do that Red Leader. I'll see you tonight." I said with a smile still evident. He gave me one last kiss before leaving the room with his corrected posture. God, what a mess my love life is. If you can even call it that.