Dealing with the Devil [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 36 - Control

(Chris POV)

I slap myself, unable to believe I almost lost control there for a moment. But having Y/N in my house, taking a shower in my bathroom - it's like a dream come true.

She's so perfect, so beautiful. I just want to keep her here, safe and sound, where no one else can have her. Is that so wrong? All I want is to love her, to cherish her, to make her mine forever.

I know I need to be more careful, to not let my obsession show too much. I don't want to scare her away. But it's so hard, when every fiber of my being aches to be with her to possess her completely.

I know Damon said I shouldn't hide myself, that I should show Y/N my true self. But when I saw the fear in her eyes just now, I couldn't help but feel ashamed.

I really, really wanted to tease them, to push her to her limits.

The memory of the last time I did that made my face heat up.

Oh, how she squirmed, trying so hard to maintain their composure.

The way her breath hitched,

the slight tremble in her voice -

It was intoxicating.

I loved seeing her struggle to keep their cool, to not let me get the better of her

I then heard the shower turn off, and I sat on the bed waiting for her. After a few moments, she emerged from the bathroom.

"Man, your shower is great," she said, a small smile playing on her lips.

I looked at her, taking in the sight of my t-shirt clinging to her (Y/S) frame. "Yeah, it is," I replied, my voice low and smooth.

This is bad

I thought, feeling the familiar stirrings of desire. I needed to control myself, to not let my obsession with her show too much. But it was so hard, seeing her like this, wearing my clothes, looking so soft and vulnerable.

I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my arms, to feel her body pressed against mine. To bury my face in her hair and inhale her scent, to trace the curves of her figure with my hands. The urge to possess her, to claim her as mine, was overwhelming.

But I knew I had to tread carefully. I couldn't afford to scare her away, not when I'd come so far. Damon's advice echoed in my mind - I needed to show her my true self, but I had to do it gradually, without overwhelming her.

Slowly, I stood up from the bed and approached her, my movements deliberate and controlled. "You look beautiful," I murmured, my eyes drinking in every detail of her face.

She tensed slightly, and I could see the uncertainty in her gaze.

She's still afraid of me, I realized, my heart sinking. I need to reassure her, to make her feel safe.

Reaching out, I gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, my fingers lingering on her soft skin.

"I'm sorry for earlier," I said, my voice low and sincere. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just... I care about you so much, you know?"

Her expression softened, and I felt a surge of hope.

I just need to be patient, to take things slow. She'll be mine, one way or another.

I pulled her down onto the bed and softly hugged her, but something was different - it was the fact that she was wearing my t-shirt.

Oh dear god.

I was so damn hard, words couldn't even comprehend it. The way she looked at me, so sweet and vulnerable.

I bet her skin would taste just as sweet.

Please don't notice, please, I begged silently, my body betraying the intense desire I felt. I needed to maintain control, to not let my true nature show through.

Holding her close, I inhaled her scent, my fingers tracing the soft curves of her body through the thin fabric. Every inch of her was intoxicating, driving me wild with lust. I wanted to claim her, to make her mine in the most primal way.

"Lets watch a movie" i said, my voice shaking slightly

"Nah i feel tired, Im gonna sleep" she said, her pretty (E/C) eyes fluttered close as she leaned on me to sleep.

So cute

So sweet

God, the monster that i held in my pants felt like it was getting worse by the minute

No, i need to learn to control myself by any means possible

Fuck.

Maybe I can find a way to punish her like last time?

Nope, no

I gazed down at her sleeping figure, her expression serene and tranquil. Her features were softened in slumber, all traces of worry or tension erased from her face. In that moment, she appeared the very picture of peace and contentment, untouched by the cares of the waking world.

I need to leave.

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(A/N) 

do yall think Chris should have left?