He raised his head from between her legs. His face was bloody and he was grinning. Screams sounded all around them but all she could do was moan in return. She didn't know what he was doing. All she saw was that bloody, grinning face but she felt so much pleasure.

"Don't fight it," he said. "Give me what I want. Give me what I came here for. Cum for me, Neveah."

She tilted her head back and screamed out shamelessly as waves of pleasure continued to rush through her like never before.

Neveah woke up drenched in sweat. Another night, another dream. Her dreams about him was always weird. Weird to a point where they should be nightmares but for some reason they aroused her.

She didn't know much about the dark haired man. She knew his name. Finn Balor. She knew he was the boss of Balor Enterprises. She delivered packages to him from time to time. He spoke to her and for some reason ever since their first meeting, he had made his way into her dreams.

Her day dreams were quite normal and probably boring to some. She was already attracted to him so it made sense she pictured him when she masturbated. She would deliver a package to him and he would say he had a package for her as well. A big package. Her fantasies always ended the same way. Him fucking her on that big desk in his office.

But her dreams at night was something else. Something dark and scary and yet so damn thrilling and arousing. Something she couldn't control. Something she was drawn to and wanted more of.

She heard footsteps pass by outside her door. Her father was awake. It sent shivers down her spine. She waited until she couldn't hear them anymore. She grabbed some fresh clothes and ran to the bathroom before he could get a chance to stop her.

She turned on the water while brushing her teeth. She took a look in the mirror. Her cheeks were still red from her heated dream. Her shoulder long, dark brown hair was a mess. She blinked a few times to get the sleepy feeling out of her dark blue eyes. The day was waiting for her. She had to deal with her father first and then her work.

She hurried with the shower. Her father would grow impatient if she took too long. She jumped into some fresh clothes and headed for the kitchen. She smelled coffee along the way. She stepped inside and found her father, Steve Austin, sitting at the kitchen table, scowling at her.

"I get that you're a grown ass woman, but can you fucking keep it down when you're sticking whatever you use as a dildo inside you? You fucking woke me up," he said.

Her face went bright red. She had no idea her dream had made her be very vocal. That was the last thing she needed. She could deal with his anger. She didn't need him mocking her on top of it.

"Whore," he said. "Just like your mother."
"Please, not today. I'm sorry, okay? I was dreaming. I wasn't masturbating," she said.
"I don't give a fuck!" He yelled.

He threw the coffee cup at her. She managed to step aside. It hit the wall and broke. At least it had been empty. If he had hit her with hot coffee inside, she would have been scalded.

"Please," she tried again. "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you tonight. Tell me what you want for dinner."
"I want my daughter to stop acting like a fucking whore!" He yelled.
"Why are you doing this?" She asked.

He slammed his hand down on the table and stood up. There was a smirk on his face. She hated when he looked at her like that.

"What did your mother tell you about me?" He asked.
"Not today," she pleaded again.
"Tell me what she used to call me!" He demanded.
"A demon in flesh and blood," she said.
"A demon in flesh and blood," he repeated. "That's fucking right. Better remember that. I am a demon, and this is my god damn house. I will act however I please inside my walls and you better fucking keep quiet and do as I say."

She sighed and looked up at the building. For some reason whenever she had a delivery for Finn Balor, it would always end up being the last package in her van. It didn't matter if she looked through all the packages before starting and would be able to swear there wasn't a package for him, there suddenly would be one that she hadn't noticed. Always the last one by the end of the day where not a lot of people were left in his office, and all she had waiting for her was an angry father at home.

She grabbed the package and got out of the van. She went inside and wrote down her name at the front desk before taking the elevator up to the top floor. She was greeted by a secretary that waved her ahead. She walked down the hallway and knocked on his door.

"Come in!" He called.

She swallowed nervously and opened the door. There he sat with that grin on his face like always. Finn Balor. The man of her dreams.

"Ah, Neveah, I was expecting you," he waved her over. "Come over here. And be a dear and close the door, will you?"

She closed the door and walked over to his desk. He sat with some drawings in front of him. She put down the package and tried figuring out what type of blueprint she was looking at.

"I'm opening a restaurant," he seemed to have read her mind. "I like venturing into new businesses sometimes. I've always liked spicy food so might as well open a place where I can get free dinners on my late nights in this office."

He winked at her and she chuckled in return. It made sense somehow.

"What do you think?" He asked.

She reached a hand forward to turn the blueprint towards her. He grabbed her hand and she let out a little gasp of shock. She looked at him but he had his eyes closed while he seemed to be sniffing her wrist.

"Your scent," he mumbled. "Always so arousing. Alluring and tempting."

He opened his eyes and looked up at her. Her facial expression made him smirk.

"Do I scare you?" He asked.
"Sometimes," she answered.

He stood up, still holding on to her hand, and leaned in to take in her scent from her neck. She couldn't stop herself. She tilted her head to the side to give him easier access. He ran his nose up her neck and up to her ear. She choked back a moan when she felt his lips by her ear.

"No, I mean, do I really scare you?" He asked.
"I don't know," she answered.
"Does it scare you knowing what I can do to you? When you see me but hear and feel all that pain around you while I'm pleasuring you?" He asked.

He could only be referring to her dreams but he had no way of knowing what she dreamed about at night. She suddenly felt ashamed. She needed to get away. She stepped away from him, almost stumbling over her own feet as she backed towards the door.

"I need to go," she said.
"No, you don't need to," he grinned. "You want to. And that's okay. I'm not stopping you."

She reached the door and turned around to open it. As soon as it opened, she heard his voice again.

"Oh, and Neveah?" He called teasingly.

She looked over her shoulder. He was still grinning. That man was always grinning and she had no idea what to make of it. Sometimes it seemed like the sweetest thing, and other times like now it seemed creepy as hell.

"May you have a very pleasant night tonight," he winked. "Sweet dreams, my dear."