Lost Love || Book 1 || Sylus x Reader || LADS Fanfiction

72. Devils and Fallen Angels

Kitty's Perspective

In my anxious mind I picture Sylus among hundreds of drunken hunters. I do not know for which side the situation would be worse. Do I need to fear Sylus being in danger or should I worry about my colleagues? Will he be the sheep in the wolf's cave or is Sylus the wolf in sheep fur?

However, I can't express my worry too obviously because in Tara's eyes Sylus is just another colleague. I wonder how Sylus can look totally calm at the thought of entering a Halloween party full of potential enemies. He is such a badass. To be honest, it looks to me as if he is even looking forward to wearing a costume. Could it be Sylus is into something like cosplay? That's so cute. It's hard to suppress a smile by that thought.

Tara's face lightens up as Sylus declares his interest at the Halloween party. "The more the merrier. Let's see..." Her eyes roam over Sylus's body to assume his measurements. "Oh, I get it. I have something that might fit right perfectly." She pushes the costume bags into my arms. "You can dress already in the meantime." Then, she turns around to disappear through the door with quick steps, getting whatever she has in mind for Sylus.

My gaze swifts from the empty doorframe to Sylus, who grins in anticipation. "Do you need my help to undress, Kitty?" I blush at his cheeky offer and roll my eyes with a smile tugging at my lips as I say. "Mr. Hunter, that could count as sexual harassment at work, you know?" I shake my head to decline even if I would love to give in and continue where we were disturbed. Even more, as his deep chuckle sends chills up and down my spine. Unfortunately, it is too risky right now, when Tara could show up at any minute and I don't want to give her the opportunity for spreading juicy gossip she is so eager for.

Instead, I focus on the costumes in my arms, curious what kind of disguise Tara had in mind for me. There are several outfits to choose from. Before I can react, Sylus snatches the bags from my hands to look at every single one of them while I look at him with raised eyebrows. He takes his time to compare the outfits, glancing at me from time to time, while I watch his interested expression. He really is into this, right? On its own my mind drifts into the possibilities of naughty roleplay with Sylus, as I am suddenly startled by his dark voice which flips me back into reality. In the meantime, he has thrown the other outfits on the table behind him, now holding out one plastic bag towards me. "This!"

Taking the costume from his hand, I notice the dark and seductive colors - black and red. Of course. Then my eyes swift to the font to read the description. "Sexy devil?!" I read out loud, my eyebrows raised in skepticism. There are horns and even a tail. Why am I not surprised by his choice? He really knows what he likes. "Alright, I'll go with this one." I say, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness at the thought of how I will look in this revealing costume and how Sylus will react to my appearance.

Sylus's Perspective

I smirk in satisfaction as you accept my wish without hesitation even if there is a slight tremble in your voice that shows your nervousness. I know you will look incredible in it, but I also know you are just beginning to realize the effect it's going to have on me. I can't wait to see you wearing that costume that matches my personality perfectly, marking you as mine in a subtle way. I want to imagine your dark and naughty side, even if I know very well that your heart of pure gold will shine through everything despite which disguise we put over you.

You rip open the wrapping to get the dress out of the plastic bag, feeling the soft fabric between your fingertips. I feel my cock hardening in my pants as I watch you biting your lips, your cheeks are flushed by the imagination to wear such a sexy outfit for me.

Then, I hear the hasty footsteps from Tara approaching the door and I make sure to turn my expression back to indifferent, crossing my arms in front of my chest, leaning against the table. Tara appears at the door, bending over to catch her breath while she holds a huge plastic bag in her arms. Your head tilts up to look at her standing in the doorframe. "Tara, you are back." You sound surprised and your face is still a little flushed, your grip around the dark fabric tightening slightly. We really need to train your poker face, little Kitten.