Tempting Devil: Sinners and Saints Book 2

by Eden, Veronica

  “What about—”

  Devlin cuts off my question about his cock with another grumbling sound, nipping at my neck. His tongue follows, making me arch against him.

  “Christ,” he groans into my neck. “Go the fuck to sleep.”

  My body protests. I want him to stop teasing the curve of my breasts with absent touches because it’s driving me crazy.

  “You wanted me in here.”

  His teeth and tongue graze my neck, torturing the same spot. Is he giving me a hickey? How can he touch me like this and ask me to go to sleep?

  “I want you to sleep.” Devlin settles, tucking my body into his.

  When he exhales, it sounds content. Almost happy.

  I lick my lips and try to slow the rapid beat of my heart as I curl up to sleep. I’m surrounded by his scent, the hint of ginger wrapped in leather tickling my senses. It’s in the sheets and all around me with Devlin holding me close.

  As drowsiness quells the rush of lust, sleep eludes me. Devlin drops off into unconsciousness with his lips pressed to the crook of my neck.

  I’ve never sold my body. It’s the one line I have left. But somehow this feels different, sleeping in his bed. Maybe it’s the thing growing between us that changes everything.

  It’s what I tell myself to finally drift.

  Devlin’s lips move against my neck in his sleep, like he hasn’t had enough.

  I think I understand the way he was tense, then able to relax once we were tangled in each other. It soothes me, too. It’s…nice.

  Cuddling with Devlin, I’m able to fall asleep, no longer feeling so alone without Mom.

  * * *

  When I arrive at Mom’s hospital room with an armful of books, she’s alone. Mom is propped up in bed, looking better than I’ve seen her in years. There’s healthy color in her cheeks and her eyes are bright.

  Nothing was more terrifying than running into our trailer to find her passed out on the floor.

  “Hey,” I greet brightly as I enter.

  “Hi, baby girl.” Mom’s smile is full of radiance. She pats the bed. “Come sit.”

  “I brought you some entertainment.” I perch on the side of her bed, setting the books from my collection on the tray table. “I figured you might be getting bored and need something to occupy the time. Will the doctor discharge you yet?”

  “Not yet. We’re waiting on the latest results from the blood test.”

  I hold back a sigh. Things at Devlin’s house have been better than I expected, but I miss Mom. I pick up the brush from the side table and get to work with our routine. I visit, brush her hair, and do my homework as we talk.

  When she holds her arms open, I lean in for a hug. She pets my hair and for a minute everything is okay in the world.

  After we part, Mom checks out the books. “Some of these are new additions to your library.”

  “Yeah, I picked up some new ones.” I was able to buy a whole box the library was planning to get rid of. I point out the one she has in her hand. “Look, same author as Stardust.”

  “Ah, one of your favorites.” Mom laughs. “You used to beg me to read it again every time we finished it.”

  I wrap my arms around her shoulders and hug her. “You did the voices better than me. I loved it.”

  A wistful look lingers in her eyes, crinkling the lines around them as I finish brushing her hair and pull over the armchair.

  “What is it? Are you tired?”

  Mom waves a hand. “No, no. I’m just glad you were happy. That’s what’s important.”

  My heart clenches. “Of course I was.” I take her hand, stroking her knuckles. “As long as I have you, I’m happy.”

  A wrinkle appears on her forehead. “I’m sorry, sweetie. Being in here for so long, I’ve just been thinking a lot.”

  “Mom,” I breathe, squeezing her hand.

  “I’m sorry for your father, you shouldn’t have had to worry—”

  “Mom, no. It wasn’t your fault.” My strong expression nearly crumbles. I want to take away all of her pain and swallow it. The burden can try to burn me from the inside out, I’ll survive it. “Everything will be okay now.”

  She dashes away a tear before it falls. “Why don’t you tell me about how school is? The doctor mentioned your friend told him about a college fair coming up.”

  “Right.”

  Devlin left college brochures on the island in the kitchen. Gemma sent me the link for Oak Ridge College, too. But I can’t go to art school to study art history. I should go for something practical. Nursing, maybe. I haven’t decided yet. I’m more worried about picking schools that have scholarships and grants I can apply for.

  Neither of them have to worry about their futures. Gemma had her heart set on one goal and Devlin can select any school he wants.

  “I know we haven’t talked about it much, but whatever you choose, we’ll make it work. I want you to follow your dreams, Blair.”

  I look up from picking at my nails. “I haven’t decided on a major.”

  Mom leans back against her pillows, smiling. “I’m so proud of you.”

  “Thanks, Mom.”

  The nurse bustles in a few minutes later, checking on Mom and dropping off her dinner. We split the jello and laugh at TikTok animal videos I pull up on the hospital’s WiFi.

  One video features a boy that looks like Devlin. Just like that, I can’t get last night out of my head. It keeps popping up. Concentrating in English earlier was hell.

  “What put that look on your face?” Mom gives a teasing gasp. “Are you blushing?”

  “I—no.”

  I cover my flaming cheeks. Oh god, I am blushing. I can’t help it, not when my mind shoots to the faint red mark I found on my neck this morning. I tied a bandana around it to hide it. My cheeks heat more, replaying the feeling of Devlin’s mouth on my skin, leaving his mark.

  A vibration in my pocket provides a perfectly timed distraction. Hopefully Gemma has a good Instagram story to share of a dog to get Devlin out of my head.

  Except…the text is from Devlin.

  The cycle starts all over.

  I roll my lips between my teeth as I shift in my seat.

  Devil: Will you be home soon? Want to go for a night run? [moon emoji] It’s supposed to be a clear night. I want to take you to the lookout point where there’s a good view of the sky.

  After the lake party, I dropped the D-bag part off of his contact name, but left the Devil. He’s still my dark devil, though now he makes my body tingle with something other than loathing and resentment.

  Does a joint run at night count as a date when we’re living in the same house?

  With my heartbeat skittering all over the place, I type out a quick reply.

  Blair: Visiting my mom, but be back soon. You owe me a race, so I’m in. Loser makes dinner?

  Devil: You drive a hard bargain, little thief. That’s called a rigged bet.

  Blair: [GIF of a cute young girl shrugging unapologetically]

  Devil: Deal. See you at home. [smirking devil emoji]

  “Wow, you’ve turned red.” Mom laughs, delighted. “Is it a boy?”

  “Uh, yes. But it’s, um.” I don’t know what to say. Devlin isn’t my boyfriend. The butterflies that come to life in my chest as I read his text again can fuck off. “A friend from school.”

  It’s the best I’ve got to explain the complicated thing Devlin and I have. Enemies to frenemies? I don’t know what’s going on.

  Nothing seems to have anything to do with revenge between us anymore.

  “It’s nice to see you happy with a crush,” Mom says.

  Crush.

  Oh god.

  My lips part. Is that what it is? The feeling that makes it hard to breathe around Devlin?

  It’s not just that he’s hot or that his kisses reach in and batter my heart.

  I think I actually like Devlin.

  Mom cracks up at whatever expression my face is locked in.

  Twenty-Nin
e

  Devlin

  When I’m around Blair, something brings me to life. Makes me feel in ways I’ve kept numb. I thought it was the thrill of the game, of controlling her. But I think it’s more than that, it’s just her.

  She’s in my head, my dreams, my fucking veins. And she won’t get out.

  Every breath I take is tinged with the hint of vanilla.

  This might have started as a way to torment her for revenge, but she’s dug her way so deep into me, I don’t want it to end. I want her stubborn spirit and her moans. The desire to break her from pleasure, then put her back together to do it all over again has surpassed the savage part of me hellbent on destroying her.

  The game has changed forever, because now I’m playing for keeps.

  But Blair is only here for the money, right?

  Take that away, and she’s gone again. Back to spitting fire and fury at me.

  I rub a hand over my mouth as I stalk from my bedroom to hers. Halfway there, I pause. The shower is running.

  A faint, cut off cry of pleasure reaches my ears, muffled by the rush of water. I remain stiff in the hallway, staring at the bathroom door. Another moan follows, high and fucking divine.

  My mouth curves in a sedate, predatory smile.

  It’s time I tested my theory. I have to be strategic and pick at her piece by piece, just as I have when I used to hate her. I’ll make her see her place is by my side.

  When I grab the handle, my smile stretches. The door isn’t locked.

  Oh, you naughty little hellcat. You want to get caught? The monster is coming for you.

  Turning the handle with stealthy care, I crack the door and peer inside. The glass-walled shower is partially fogged from the steam and speckled in water droplets. My mouth goes dry at the sight of Blair.

  Her head is arched back, putting that tempting neck on display. I lick my lips, wanting to clamp my teeth over her pulse point. Mark her fucking mine.

  “Ah…” Blair’s breath catches as she tweaks a pert nipple with one hand and slides the other between her legs. Her hips rock in slow rolls, moving against her hand as she takes her pleasure.

  My cock goes rock hard and a lust-drenched growl threatens to tear from my throat. I keep quiet, pressing the heel of my hand against my throbbing dick.

  The monster inside roars, clawing to be unleashed. To dominate. To devour.

  Blair’s lips part on a breathy moan. Fuck, I want her. I don’t care if I’m a creep, watching her in secret. She’s mine to watch.

  I’ve fought the pull to own every inch of her for too long. The obsession is no longer something poisoning my actions. No, it’s taken over.

  The only thing I want is Blair. Her pouty lips made to wrap around my cock and kiss until they’re swollen. Her tight little ass. Her stubborn attitude. Every inch.

  All of her.

  Blair is mine and I’ll have her. No one else will ever get these sounds, see her perfect body, have the thrill of her fighting until she submits.

  I throw the door open and stalk up to the shower. Blair gasps when I yank on the glass door. Warm water splatters the front of my clothes.

  “What the fuck, dude?” Blair’s voice is husky and hoarse. She covers her body, cupping between her legs and wrapping an arm over her tits. “I’m showering, here.”

  “Too late, angel. I’ve already seen. Drop those arms.” My gaze drags down her body and my dick twitches. “Now.”

  Blair’s freckled cheeks are pink from the hot shower, but they flush more, color flooding her face. She puckers her lips and tightens her arms.

  “Fuck off.”

  Blair’s fight is false. It’s clear in the way her pupils expand, black desire taking over her eyes. She was already turned on from touching herself. This is heightening the arousal.

  This is as much of a rush for her as it is for me. Maybe it’s why I’m so obsessed with her. This dance between us is a tango from beginning to end, a seduction from fight to fucking.

  At the thought of fucking her, a hot pulse tugs at my cock.

  Yes.

  I keep her pinned in a hard, dominant gaze, silently demanding she do as I say. It’s our rule. That’s how this works.

  “Do it. Show me those tits you were teasing and that pussy you were touching.”

  A small, strangled cry escapes Blair.

  After another minute of chewing on her lip, she lowers her arms to her sides. Her fists ball and she trembles, the tight peaked nipples begging for my teeth and tongue. She’s a gorgeous, enticing siren.

  I take my time gazing at every naked inch of her, enjoying the subtle shifts as she tries to stay still. The muscles in her thighs flex as Blair rubs them together.

  I smirk. “Good girl.”

  Blair darts her eyes down, smoky lashes fluttering.

  “No. Look at me.” My command is deep and firm.

  Making another bitten-off sound, she brings her gaze up to meet mine. Her eyes are wide, tits rising and falling with each breath.

  My tongue moves over my bottom lip slowly. “Good.”

  Blair trembles as I admire my prize. The strained energy rolls off her in waves. She needs the release I stole from her.

  So many possibilities run through my head, rushing by all at once until they bleed together. My dick strains against my pants.

  “I’m joining you.”

  “What? You’re—” Blair gulps. “And if I say you can’t?”

  A chuckle rolls through me. “What rule did I give you about saying no?”

  Her lids fall to half-mast, drowsy with how much my rough, demanding tone turns her on.

  That’s right, hellcat. The monster has you in his sights. You can’t escape this.

  “I’ll give you twenty-five hundred.”

  Before the words have left my mouth, I’m stripping my t-shirt overhead and flinging it aside. My sweatpants follow and my cock springs free, bobbing heavy between my legs.

  Blair’s eyes stretch wider as she takes it in. I flex the muscles that make it bob again, just to see her squirm. Amusement spirals through me at Blair’s expression.

  “So…” She takes a breath, gesturing at my cock. “You’re paying to shower with me now.”

  I hum as I step under the spray with her. She inches into the back corner, plastering herself against the glass wall. I keep hold of her gaze as I drag my fingers through my hair to wet it. Water cascades down my chest and I follow its path with my fingertips, reaching around my cock at the base and squeezing. A satisfied groan leaves me, echoing off the tiled wall.

  As I stroke my erection, I place my hand next to her head, leaning in. “How much to know what you were thinking about while you touched yourself? Was it me?”

  Blair’s lip pops from between her teeth. It’s pink and plump. I want to bite it.

  “Can’t a girl masturbate? Goddamn…” Embarrassment tinges her tone. She brushes my abs with a tentative touch that grows bold. She explores, moving up to my pecs, then over my tattoo. “Guys do it like you’re breathing and it’s normal.”

  “Of course. I think it’s sexy as hell that you were getting yourself off.” My attention slides down her body. “Taking your pleasure. Were you so horny you couldn’t take it anymore? Was your pussy begging to get fucked after the other night?”

  Blair gasps. The sound is incredible. I need another one, preferably with my hand around her throat while I pound into her body.

  I release my dick and graze the skin of her belly, dragging my hand up to circle her tits. I tweak one nipple, enjoying the way Blair’s head bangs against the glass, then close my fingers around her throat. Defiance mixed with lust flashes in her eyes when I squeeze enough to show her I’m in control.

  “Is that what you want me to admit? That I was thinking about you?”

  “I know you were.” I lean in to lick the side of her face, lapping the water droplets from jaw to earlobe. “Are you as twisted up about me as I am about you?”

  Her nails dig into my chest
as she curls her fingers. “You’re just saying that because your dick is hard.”

  I shake my head, panting against her ear. “I’m not. I can’t get you out of my head.”

  I don’t want to hold back anymore.

  In a swooping move, I claim her lips, kissing her like it’s the only air I’ll get. The kiss is hot and addictive. She kisses me back, making tiny sounds as her arms twine around my shoulders.

  It’s not enough just to kiss her.

  Parting on a rough sound, I hold her hips in a punishing grip. My thumbprints will be there on her skin when I let go. Blair makes a sound of protest and goes on her toes to kiss me again. Rumbling, I give her a peck.

  I drop to my knees and look up at the demonic dark angel who has her sharp claws in my soul. She’s a perfect match to the monster inside me.

  Gripping Blair’s thigh, I maneuver her leg over my shoulder and hover my lips over her pussy. She’s spread for me, a needy sound tearing from her.

  “How much?” My breath ghosts over her sensitive folds.

  “Dev,” Blair breathes, threading her fingers in my hair. “I don’t…”

  Fuck, when she says my name like that.

  Blair struggles to find more words.

  “How…” I swipe my tongue over her pussy, groaning at the first taste. “…much?”

  “Please. Please, just—”

  As soon as she breaks, begging for my mouth, I devour her. I suck her clit as I grip her ass cheeks. Blair’s piercing cry sounds over the rush of the shower. I feast on her pussy until she’s shaking apart for me.

  She begs and gasps and grinds on my face as I tongue-fuck her.

  “Oh, god, I—Devlin, I’m—”

  “Yes, fuck,” I groan against her sensitive skin when she comes with a fierce scream. “Louder. Let me hear you.”

  Her sounds of ecstasy echo on the tiles.

  I keep going, sliding two fingers into her as I tease her clit with my tongue. Her pussy is so wet for me. I growl against her, curling my fingers and fucking her with them.