The Devil's Kiss Series Boxed Set

by Gemma James

  He pushed his hands into my hair and gripped the strands, holding me to his lap with suffocating force.

  “I guess now would be a good time to tell you that Katherine will be here any minute.”

  The movement of my eager tongue stalled around his shaft, and I tried pulling away, but he wouldn’t let me. With a groan, he forced his cock deeper. “Take it all, baby. I want her to see how fucking unglued your mouth makes me. I want her to see this, Kayla. Let’s give her a show she won’t forget.”

  This plan of his excited me too much, and I gagged extra hard. He wound my hair around his fist and drew my lips up and down his velvety cock. As my lips closed around the tip, I raised my eyes to his, entranced by the startling blue depth of his need for me.

  “God, you’re sexy,” he breathed.

  A quick rap sounded an instant before a door creaked open then closed. Feminine footsteps crossed the room. Over the ruckus of heels, I detected the soft groan that escaped Gage’s tight lips.

  “I’m glad you called,” Katherine’s said in her grating voice, “though I would have met you someplace more private. Your office isn’t my idea of—”

  “As you can see,” he said with a grunt, responding to the way I worked the underside of his cock, “I don’t care about privacy. I get what I want, where I want, and when I want. And right now I want my wife’s very talented mouth wrapped around my cock while I give you these.” The sound of rustling papers drifted to where I knelt on the floor, and as he slid them across the desk, he leaned forward, thrusting deeper.

  Silence ensued for a few heavy seconds. “What is this?”

  “A petition for parenting time.”

  I imagined Katherine’s beet-red face and envisioned steam coming out of her ears.

  “We were working out visitation just fine. You don’t need to do this!”

  “If you mean you used our son as a bargaining chip, then yes, I do imagine the status quo was working in your favor.”

  “Gage!”

  “Do not fuck with me, Katherine. You won’t like the outcome.” Voice stringent with a warning, he fisted my hair even tighter, and I felt his thighs quake under my clenched hands. He was losing his shit, though it was a toss up if his crumbling composure was a result of his argument with Katherine, or from the way I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. I studied his face and found a mixture of both.

  “I’ll see you in court.” A telling tick hardened his jaw an instant before he showed his teeth. “Now get out of my office so I can properly fuck my wife.”

  An indignant huff sounded, followed by stomps and a slam of the door. Gage yanked me to my feet, lifted me with one arm as he shoved the laptop out of our way with the other, and we crashed onto his desk. I wrapped my legs around him, my skirt bunching around my waist.

  “Wish you could have seen her face,” he said as he thrust into me with unapologetic violence. My body slid across his desk from sheer force. He crushed his lips to mine and devoured, our tongues tangling as he slammed my hands to the surface of his workspace. Clamping a hand around my wrists, he pinned them above my head as he plundered me into oblivion.

  Fucked me to Neverland.

  Loved me with more passion and obsession and loyalty than I deserved.

  This crazy, obscene, and powerful man loved me. He hungered for me so much that he was about to rattle the screws loose that held his desk in one piece. He was definitely rattling the screws loose that held my mind together. With each thrust of his cock, they shifted a little more, slowly working their way out of the holes in my head. This was how my will shattered, how my sanity and the very essence of who I was broke into pieces.

  Then he’d take those pieces and play with them as if they belonged to his favorite puzzle—one custom made for him. Maybe I was. Maybe I was born to be broken down and put back together by him.

  “Fuck, baby,” he said, pulling his mouth from mine. “If you believe nothing else, believe how much I belong to you. Feel me, Kayla.” He slowed to a crawl, his cock annihilating me with measured strokes meant to push me right to the edge.

  “The energy between us doesn’t lie. It’s more than fucking. It’s mutual ownership. You have my heart. You are my heart.”

  Tears flooded my eyes, and a sob strangled from my well-kissed lips. My pussy clenched once around him, begging to go over the edge. Begging, always begging.

  “I love you, Master.”

  “Ah fuck.” He let go of my hands and engulfed me in an embrace rife with possessive restraint. “I love you so damn much.” He huffed ragged breaths against my ear. “Come for me. Come so fucking hard the entire building hears it. Do it, baby.”

  When he was this worked up, holding back was impossible. I clenched around the steel-like shaft of my husband and cried his name at a decibel I was sure even Katherine heard.

  “God, you feel good. So fucking good, squeezing my cock like you own it.” His fingers grasped my hair and pulled.

  I let out a high-pitched mewl, instantly forgetting where I was. In fact, I was pretty sure I forgot my own name. “Master,” I cried, tears wetting my cheeks. “I need you…need you so much—ahhh! Don’t stop! Oh God! Not yet.”

  I thought I’d plummeted off the cliff already, but I’d merely been floating, weightless in my desire for him. That first orgasm had been extraordinary, but this…I had no words, and no mind left to keep my wits about me. My cries escalated to a pitch that was ear-splitting. He shoved a sweaty palm over my mouth.

  “They’ve heard enough. This is only for me.” He swiveled his hips, his shaft rubbing in a way that slowly marched me to my end. I was going to tear myself apart in his arms. We fucked all the time, so why this time was so different, I didn’t know. More emotions were involved, more feeling, more…everything.

  “There, baby. You’re right there, aren’t you?” His lips curved into a sly grin. “But you’re not coming again.”

  “Why?” I whimpered into his palm, eyes wide with a plea for mercy. Why was he doing this to me now? There was no way I could hold back, and the way he moved inside me told me he knew it. No, that sparkle in his indigo eyes spelled it out.

  “Because I said so. But what I say doesn’t matter right now, does it? You love my cock so much you’re gonna cream all over it anyway.”

  I squirmed underneath his powerful body, spewing muffled protests into his sweaty palm.

  “You don’t have my permission.” He closed his eyes for a moment and let out a harsh breath, then he removed his hand from my mouth.

  Our bodies moved together like a well-oiled machine. We were meant to interlock in exquisite harmony, in rapturous agony. He was born to own, and I was designed to bend to his iron will.

  “Please, Master,” I whined. “Please let me come again.”

  “What will I get in return?”

  “Anything you want.”

  “Be careful what you promise,” he groaned. “I’ll always hold you to your word.”

  Oh, he was sadistic as hell. I had no weapon to fight him, nor the strength. He plunged me to the heights of another orgasm—one that would cost me greatly—and as I contracted around his cock, I didn’t miss that familiar devil’s smile.

  8. Coup

  My time spent in Gage’s office this afternoon had left me fucked on an emotional level. But it also shot me to a high from which I never wanted to come down. However, as soon as I pulled into my driveway and spotted Katherine’s shiny red car sitting in Gage’s parking spot, my mood plummeted so fast it could have caused whiplash.

  She alighted from her vehicle with grating nonchalance as I shut off the ignition. Her arms, enhanced by subtle muscles that some men found sexy, crossed over the white bosom of her suit. I hated how she managed to embody the definition of put-together. Her red lips matched her nails to perfection, and hell…I wasn’t blind. She’d look perfect and gorgeous on Gage’s arm—another observation that gutted me.

  Shoving aside my petty, envious thoughts, I headed to the fr
ont door, muttering a “what do you want?” on the way.

  “Don’t be nasty, Kayla. I’m only here to talk, woman to woman.”

  I unlocked the door before turning to confront her toxic presence. “We have nothing to talk about.” Shooting her a fake smile, I added, “So why don’t you take your jealous ass home and go cry into a pint of Ben & Jerry’s?”

  Much to my irritation, she didn’t seem affected by the barb. Casually, she glanced at her diamond-studded watch. “In about an hour, the only thing I’ll be gorging on is your husband’s cock.” Her icy blue eyes widened, feigning incredulity. “You didn’t think you were the only one sampling that fine cock, did you?”

  “Get the fuck off of my property,” I seethed.

  She tsked-tsked. “You’re just the trophy wife, Kayla. So that makes this his property. I’ll leave when I’m ready.”

  I folded my arms and prayed for composure because I was two seconds away from tearing into her flawlessly made-up mug. I thought of Eve, and how she needed her mother at home instead of in jail.

  Katherine pursed her painted lips. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m sure Gage enjoys having you cook and clean and cater to his cock at his beck and call, but I’ve got a child to think about too. So I’m here to give it to you straight. Gage is in love with me. He’s been fucking me for months, ever since he found out about Conner.” For a fraction of a second, she had the nerve to appear contrite. “It’s really not fair to you, or to me, so I think it’s past time you know.”

  Clinging to my outward front of stoicism, I remained silent. But a porno of epic proportions flashed through my mind, starring Katherine and my husband, and I found my pretense in jeopardy of crumbling at any second.

  Don’t lose your shit now.

  “You don’t believe me, do you?”

  “I trust my husband.” Even as I said the words, I couldn’t ignore the ever-present niggle of doubt. Forget the hypothetical porno. The memory of Katherine on her knees crashed into me with the violence of a hurricane. I ached to wash the recollection in red, ached even more to tear into the bitch and scratch the smugness from her face, blast the haughtiness from the curve of her pouty mouth.

  I wanted her blood on my hands. I’d spatter every last piece of clothing Gage owned with crimson if he were fucking her.

  Combing a manicured hand through her blond curls, she sauntered toward her car. The click-clack of her heels was akin to nails on a chalkboard.

  “We both know there’s no love lost between us, but you need to know the truth. I’m the mother of his child, and I refuse to be the mistress. Since he doesn’t have the balls to tell you, then you need to come see for yourself.”

  She was lying. She had to be. Gage wouldn’t…he wouldn’t. If there was one thing I knew about Gage Channing, it was that I was the center of his universe.

  Then why did she look so…triumphant?

  I shook my head, refusing to buy into her lies. But as she pulled her car door open, lifting a shoulder as if to say, “Fine, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” my lips parted and betrayed me.

  “Where?”

  She walked to my car and set a keycard on the hood. “The Hilton,” she said, then rattled off a room number.

  I waited until she slid into her driver’s seat and backed out of the driveway before snatching the keycard from my hood. And as her luxury sedan disappeared down the road, I chewed over the decision ahead. I had three options.

  Option A: Call Gage.

  Option B: Ignore what Katherine had said.

  Option C: Walk into that hotel room in an hour and see for myself.

  The first option was not only the smartest, but it was the only option that would keep me out of trouble. The second was the most maddening, and the third was the one my unwavering doubt would demand I go with, to hell with the consequences. If checking this out for myself and finding that she was lying—that my husband was not cheating—would land me in hot water with Gage, then I’d accept the consequences. At least then, I’d finally be able to put these doubts to rest.

  An hour later, I found myself creeping toward the door of an upper-floor room of the Hilton. Whatever lay beyond, I would accept and deal with it. But if what Katherine claimed were true…

  Could I find the strength to forgive him? I wasn’t sure, and that drove home how difficult it must have been for him to forgive my betrayal. I loved him so much at that moment, needed him more than I ever had because we’d both made mistakes, yet somehow we still formed a united front.

  At least, I fucking hoped we did.

  Sucking in a fortifying breath, I swiped the card and slowly pushed the door open. Nervous energy tingled down my spine as I crossed the threshold. With each step forward, my heels moving silently over the light textured carpet, I felt as if I were stepping into a bear trap, metal claws just waiting to rip into flesh.

  Because if Gage were having an affair in this suite, wouldn’t I hear something? And this hotel…it wasn’t his style. Clearly, the room was a corner suite, outfitted with plush furniture that complimented the neutral theme of the space. Straight ahead, I spied two sitting chairs, but both were empty.

  The place was nice, though nowhere near Gage’s high standards. If he were going to cheat, I’d expect him to fuck me over in the Presidential suite of a place like the Heathman, at the very least.

  I cleared the wall partitioning the vanity and bath area from the rest of the suite and found the king bed empty as well. The white comforter hadn’t been disturbed, and the drapes were wide open, affording a view of the neighboring skyscrapers of downtown Portland.

  What kind of sick game was Katherine playing? I reached for my cell. Calling Gage would mean he’d find out how I’d doubted him, and that would mean a harsh punishment on top of his hurt and disappointment, but I needed answers—answers only he could provide at this point.

  A beep sounded, and the quiet swish of the door reached my ears, followed by the soft pad of feet. I put my phone away and watched with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. The last person I expected to see was Ian.

  Apparently, he felt the same way. We both froze, eyes wide as we took each other in. I opened my mouth, trying to find a string of words that would make sense, but could find none. My mind raced ahead, mentally cataloging every detail of him—the healthy tint of his face and the subtle weight he’d put on since the last time I saw him.

  Without thinking, I launched myself at him, overcome by too many emotions to name, and just held on to him. Tears dripped from my eyes, running in rivulets down my cheeks before soaking his black shirt.

  “I’m sorry,” I said with a sniffle. “I’m just so glad to see that you’re okay.”

  He stepped back and tilted my head up with a gentle finger underneath my chin. “Hey, don’t cry. I’m fine.”

  Nodding, I wiped my eyes, and the precarious predicament I now found myself in hit me hard. I stumbled toward the bed, only stopping when my legs gave out, and I sank onto the end in a stupor.

  “But I am confused as to why you’re here,” he said as he claimed a spot on the other side of the mattress, being sure to keep plenty of distance between us.

  “Umm,” I blinked several times, running my fingers over the down comforter. “Katherine told me she and Gage…” Humiliation burned my cheeks, and I felt utterly ridiculous for believing her, for falling for her lies. I let out a long sigh that blew my bangs out of my eyes. “God, I was so stupid to believe her.”

  “You’re not the only gullible one,” he said. “I got a message that Gage wanted to meet with me, accompanied by this.” He held up an identical key card.

  “Bitch set us up,” I muttered.

  “Why would she do that?”

  “Because she wants Gage, and…”

  “And?” Ian prompted.

  Oh, God. Panic fisted my heart, and all I could see was my husband’s cock just mere inches from her lips. And Gage’s threat that if I touched another man again…I covered my mouth, suddenly
feeling sick. Upchucking would accomplish nothing, besides more embarrassment. I pushed down the burn of vomit in my throat and dropped my hand.

  “I can’t talk about it, so please don’t ask.” How could I be so fucking stupid? But damn, I still couldn’t bring myself to regret that hug. Not one bit. Because the last time I’d laid eyes on Ian Kaplan, I’d been certain his death was imminent. But here he was, alive and healthy and…ironically all because the brother who hated his guts had found a morsel of mercy in his sadistic blood.

  “Last thing I want is to cause you trouble,” Ian said. “After the way I behaved earlier this year….”

  “This isn’t your fault. This is Katherine’s doing, and I’ll explain that to Gage.” Never mind that he would be furious. I eyed Ian. Now that he was here, I could finally get some answers. “He told me what he did for you.”

  “Did he tell you his terms as well?”

  Averting my gaze, I nodded. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

  His mouth flattened into a stubborn line. “I know that’s what he wants, but I can’t live my life with our history hanging over my head forever. Don’t you think it’s time we put this behind us?”

  “Of course I do! But Gage would rather burn in hell first. He’s not going to budge.”

  “Well, getting a second chance at life has made me see things in a new light, Kayla. I have no control over what he does, or how he treats you.” His hazel eyes, overflowing with the familiar kind of warmth I ached to wrap myself in, held me captive. “You’re a strong, capable woman, so when you say you love him, I’m going to take you at your word.” A beat passed. “I’m going to believe that you know what you’re doing and can protect yourself.”

  “What are you trying to say?”

  “I’m not leaving Portland, and I’m sorry if that’s going to cause you problems.” He shuttered his eyes for a moment. “I’m sorry if my decision to come back gets you hurt. But I’ve gotta live my life. I’ve accepted a job here, and…”