Tempting Devil: Sinners and Saints Book 2

by Eden, Veronica

  I’m still coming down from this morning, where Devlin woke me with his fingers buried inside my body as he sucked on my neck. Waking up on the verge of coming is amazing. I’m planning to test it out on him, curious if waking him up with my mouth on his dick will give me an even bigger sense of power over him.

  Anytime I’m not visiting Mom at the hospital, he’s hunted me down and devoured me.

  Her condition remains stable, and she insisted I have time to myself instead of worrying about her so much. It was a tough sell, but she promised she’s feeling fine.

  It’s the weekend and I intend to spend my Saturday afternoon curled up in a blanket on the cushioned window seat in the lounge while I listen to the steady patter of rain outside. If I can just find my book first…

  I come out of my room, which I’ve only used to store my clothes and my book collection. I haven’t slept there all week.

  Pausing in the hallway, I tap my chin. I know I didn’t leave it downstairs. Maybe I took it to Devlin’s room, in my growing stack of paperbacks on the nightstand.

  When I check the pile, it’s not there. I go to Devlin’s side of the bed and shuffle through the psychology books he reads.

  “Aha!”

  I snag my paperback on the Japanese art of Kintsugi, a poetic craft of repairing broken pottery with gold to symbolize accepting flaws, transforming what’s broken into an even more beautiful piece of art. It’s a favorite practice of art I love reading about because I feel a connection to the beauty in embracing scars and fractured pieces.

  I flip the book over and find a new bookmark sticking out of the top. It’s a real bookmark, unlike the scraps of paper and receipts I usually use. “What were you doing over here?”

  “I pilfered it. Along with a few others.”

  Devlin leans against the open door, hands tucked in the pockets of his jeans.

  “Now who’s the thief?”

  Smirking, I check the stack of books on his nightstand and sure enough more of my books are between the psychology titles. Even Stardust, the book I mentioned Mom reading to me the first time I sat on the roof with him. When did he take these?

  I hold up the book. “Did you read all of it?”

  “I did.” Devlin peels off the doorframe and comes over. He circles my waist from behind. “It reminded me of when my mom would read to me. I was pretty young.” His voice drops lower, tinged with melancholy. “I can barely remember it clearly. Just murky slips of memories with a nightlight that cast stars on the wall.”

  I put Stardust down and spin in his embrace, looping my arms around his neck, threading my fingers into his thick hair. “Sounds like she spent a lot of time with you. Hold on to those memories.”

  Devlin hums and pulls me into a kiss. It quickly sweeps both of us away, stoking a fire in my stomach. We fall onto the bed, where Devlin puts me in his lap as he kisses down my chest before stripping my shirt off.

  “I want you,” he murmurs into my skin. “All of you. I want to keep you for myself and let no one else in our bubble.”

  Our bubble.

  Gasping, I hold on to Devlin as his lips drag over my skin, whispering the things I’ve been too jaded to wish for. Because I’m no longer the little girl that believes in wishing on stars.

  But for Devlin? I might be able to find a way to believe again, to hope. To trust he isn’t lying.

  Things grow hot and heavy, his hands following the same path as his mouth. He pauses, leaning back to look at me.

  “What is it?”

  “Let’s go out tonight.” Devlin brings his mouth to mine. “We’ll go out of town. We could even get a hotel room.”

  “Like a date?”

  “Yes.”

  I blink twice, searching for the punchline. “What’s wrong with hanging out in town? The pizza place on main is popular for dates. Or, uh, so I hear.”

  “I want to do this right.” He clears his throat, dropping his eyes. He goes on, mumbling, “It’s what you deserve. You’re worth it.” He inhales, meeting my eyes once more. Some of his confidence seems restored. “I figure go big or go home.”

  A laugh bubbles out of me. “Okay. Sure.”

  Devlin grins, recapturing my mouth in a searing kiss.

  * * *

  When I come out of the shower later, there’s a gorgeous black dress laid out on my bed. Spotting the tag, my jaw drops. It’s designer. High-end and new.

  There’s no way in the short hours since asking me out Devlin managed to get this. Has he been planning tonight for a while?

  The dress isn’t all, there’s also jewelry and shoes.

  My eyes bulge as I tally the worth of the design labels. It’s enough that I consider selling it all on eBay. I could cover another three or four months of rent, or pay for Mom’s medicine for the autoimmune disease she’s been diagnosed with. It would be the practical thing to do.

  Touching the luxurious material of the sexy dress, I sink my teeth into the inside of my cheek. It’s the nicest gift I’ve ever received, and it’s beautiful. Perfectly suited to my style, if I had one other than thrift store chic.

  When Devlin asked for the date out of town, I didn’t think he meant like this.

  I’m about to go question him, when I find him watching me from the door as he buttons his suit jacket. It’s tailored and his hair is combed back with some product, but still appears touchable. My stomach bottoms out at how sexy and dapper he is in the suit.

  “Damn,” I drawl appreciatively, eyeing his ensemble.

  Devlin gives me a crooked smile that rearranges my insides. “It’s all for you. I want to give you something nice.”

  “It’s beautiful.” I gesture to the dress. “Help me figure out this zipper. I’m not used to this fancy shit.”

  Devlin’s answering laugh is deep and untethered, free in a way he rarely indulges in.

  * * *

  In the limo ride on the way back, Devlin is absorbed in tracing my hand, palm to fingertips, driving tingling sensations up my arm. “You make me greedy, Blair.”

  The way he says my name is a spell coiling around me. It doesn’t just pluck on my heartstrings, it fuses with my entire being and touches a place deep inside of me, one I’ve ignored for so long.

  Our date was so utterly right. When I had been apprehensive about going out to dinner somewhere upscale in the city, Devlin had chuckled and admitted he was in the mood for pizza. We spent over two hours working our way through a huge pie, enjoying making up stories about what other patrons thought we were doing there so dressed up. My favorite was the story where we were mafia royalty and a secret spy, star-crossed but defiantly in love. I wanted to bottle the brightness lighting up Devlin’s eyes and the happy curl of his smile.

  As we approach Silver Lake Forest Estates, the streetlights create intermittent pools of amber light spilling across the back of the limo.

  This isn’t my life. It’s so far from my reality, where Mom and I split frozen meals for dinner and sleep in a trailer with thin walls. A life I was forced into, where it was adapt or die.

  But I want it to be.

  I always live with the single goal to help Mom get out of Dad’s gambling debts, to assist with the monumental financial burden, to pick a sensible college major instead of something I’m truly interested in. With Devlin, I get to be selfish. I get permission to love Mom as her daughter, have a normal teenage life. I no longer have to push aside every frivolous thing.

  With Devlin, I get to be the idealistic version of myself I thought I crushed years ago. The survivor in me doesn’t have to fight so hard every day.

  I turn into Devlin’s touch, kissing him, pushing all of my racing thoughts into the glide of our tongues, the scrape of teeth on skin, telling him with my mouth how much I want this. Want him.

  There’s a tangible energy when we return to the house. It follows as Devlin helps me out of the limo, when he sends the driver away, and inside the house. Devlin stops me in the entrance, grasping my wrist.

  O
ur eyes meet and an answering pulse of heat echoes in my core.

  I can feel it before he kisses me, the steady build of arousal growing, licking higher and higher like flames as it takes over both of us. With a low growl, Devlin scoops me into his arms and carries me upstairs to the bedroom.

  I bounce on the mattress when Devlin tosses me there. He’s on me immediately, attacking my mouth, biting my neck, sliding my dress up with hot hands. He grips my thighs in a bruising touch, slapping them apart. I spread my legs to give him room to fit between them.

  The roughness is exciting.

  Our clothes come off with the telltale sound of tearing fabric—his, I hope, because I like the dress he bought me—until we’re completely bare.

  Devlin’s teeth sink into my lip, tugging it with a possessive brutality. His hard cock ruts against my slick folds.

  “You wet for me?”

  “Yes.” I suck in a breath when he enters me with two fingers, curling them in a way that has me throwing my head back. My pulse pounds in time with our ragged breaths. “Oh my god.”

  Devlin’s laugh is downright corrupt. “We’re just getting started.” He thrusts his fingers in deeper, drawing a sharp cry from me. “I’m fucking you until you break.”

  His teeth clamp around my nipple. I arch up, clawing at his back from the mix of pleasure and pain. A rumbling sound vibrates in his chest.

  Devlin lifts my calf to his shoulder and positions himself, gliding the head of his dick over my entrance. He leers at me, looking like a vengeful god with his sinfully attractive features. “I don’t care about the others. I’ll fuck each and every one of them out of you.” His grip flexes on my thigh. “I’m going to fuck you until you only feel my cock inside you.”

  It’s hard to catch my breath from the rush of overwhelm crashing over me. I liked the roughness until I realized that might make this hurt more.

  I part my lips, searching for some way to slow down. My heart beats erratically. “Devlin.”

  His dark eyes meet mine. Some of the lust clears, making way for shock as he studies me.

  Devlin lets my leg fall to the bed and grasps my chin. “Are you…have you ever…?”

  Emotion clogs my throat. It’s stupid, but I’m helpless to fight the sting of tears. None of the rumors about me are true. I shake my head.

  Devlin is still for a long moment, breathing hard. The way he kisses me feels like he’s holding back a tide of possessive force, but he keeps it in check. His kiss is searing and slow. I moan, locking my arms around his neck.

  The emotion threatens to spill over. Without me saying anything, he understood what I need.

  Devlin takes me apart with steady focus, kissing my entire body with feather light brushes of his lips until he settles between my legs. He strokes my hips, glancing at me through his lashes.

  “Okay?”

  I nod.

  The corner of his mouth lifts. “You won’t be, when I’ve finished. You’ll be crying and begging for me. I’m going to own every inch of you.”

  I shudder as his mouth descends on me. “Ah!”

  My hands fly to the back of his head to hold him where I need him. His tongue and fingers are devious and so damn good. He murmurs against my sensitive folds, whispering filthy encouragement as he eats my pussy.

  “There! Right there, please!”

  My hips roll, desperate for release, riding his tongue until the explosion of pleasure ripples through my body.

  “That’s it, angel.” Devlin lifts his head. His breath coasts over my throbbing clit. “Come for me, come on my tongue.”

  He goes back for more, wrenching another two orgasms from me until I can’t take it anymore. I try to wriggle away, but he pins my hips in a dominant grip, shooting me a filthy grin.

  “Please,” I beg, tangling my hands in his hair. “I need more.”

  “You think you’re ready? Are you loose and wet for me?”

  I nod frantically, trembling. “Yes!”

  “I don’t think you’ve come enough times yet.” Devlin nibbles on the tender skin of my inner thigh, filling me with his fingers once more. “One more. I want this pussy to soak my cock when I fuck you.”

  “Ah!” I wail as he tortures me with his mouth.

  Impossibly, another burst of pleasure spirals in an explosion from my core. How can he make me come so much? Delirium floods my senses. A deep-seated urge for more connection grips me. I know I want to feel his cock filling me, feel our bodies joined.

  “Devlin, please! I need you! Please, please, please!”

  As he shifts up the bed, grinding his erection against me, I moan with abandon.

  “You beg so pretty, my dirty little thief.” He strokes my cheek with his knuckles. “Is this what you want?”

  I make a needy sound and try to push him inside by digging my heels into his ass. “Give it to me. I want you inside me.”

  Devlin gives me a monstrous, feral look that turns me on. He may be a devil, but he’s my devil. I want him to consume me in his hellfire.

  He leans over to dig for a condom in the nightstand. Once it’s on, he cages me in his arms.

  “Just remember…this is what you begged for.”

  “Yes,” I breathe, cupping the back of his neck to draw him down for a kiss. “Do it. I want it. Fuck me.”

  “You’re so perfect,” he says against my lips. Devlin lines up and pushes in. “Fuck.” He drops his forehead to mine. “You’re mine, angel. Be mine.”

  He goes slow at first, achingly slow, giving me time to adjust. The tight sensation of fullness builds the further his cock sinks into my body. A different kind of overwhelm crashes down on me as the tightness eases. He pets my hair as a small sound escapes me.

  Devlin pulls back and thrusts with sharper force. My back arches and my nails drag down his back. There’s pressure, but it doesn’t hurt.

  “More,” I demand.

  “Yes,” Devlin growls, face buried in my neck. “Tell me. Tell me how much you need my cock fucking you good.”

  Devlin wraps me in his arms and lifts me from the bed, plunging into my pussy. We pant as one, clinging to each other as we chase our release. He fists my hair and kisses me, his hips snapping faster.

  I tremble as he hits me deep enough that a galaxy bursts behind my eyes. I almost tip backwards, but Devlin holds me close, groaning.

  “Yes, baby. You’re so tight, I can feel you coming. Your pussy is gripping my cock.”

  His thrusts turn more frenzied. Then he tenses, letting out a sound of pure ecstasy. His cock throbs deep inside me as he comes.

  Devlin’s voice is hoarse as he repeats, “Mine.”

  “Yours,” I whisper.

  I feel like I’m floating as Devlin gently lays me down. He disappears from the room, returning a few minutes later with a damp towel. Devlin watches me with one of the few unguarded looks he’s granted me as he carefully wipes me clean.

  All of my limbs are useless. “I can’t move.”

  “Good. Just how I like you.”

  Keeping my eyes open is hard. I’m flooded with drowsiness.

  Devlin’s chuckle makes me smile. His soft lips press against my forehead. “You’re all fucked out. It’s cute. I’ll have to keep this in mind for when I need a way to tame that stubborn streak.”

  I hum, too far gone to formulate a sassy response.

  With an impressive reserve of energy, he picks me up under my knees and around my waist. Holding me close, he treks through the house, and sinks into the welcome warm water of the hot tub.

  A contented moan leaves me.

  I feel safe, loved, and at peace laying my head on Devlin’s shoulder while he combs his fingers through my hair.

  I feel…home.

  Thirty-Two

  Devlin

  Blair dozes for a while, coming in and out of consciousness. I really wore her out.

  It’s a challenge to restrain myself from playing with her tits and slipping my fingers into her pussy right now. I want t
o do everything I did to her tonight all over again. The need I feel for her is too big to contain, spilling over with an endless amount of desire.

  “What are you doing to me, my little thief?”

  When she shifts shortly after, waking up, I hold her closer.

  “Look.”

  “Hmm?”

  I point up. “See Polaris?”

  “The North Star?”

  Tracing the shape in the sky while I outline the star tattoo on Blair’s back, I point out, “You can see the Little and Big Dipper constellations.”

  “Cool.” Blair sits up, leaning toward the sky. “They’re part of bigger constellations. I have a book on mythology upstairs that tells the story.”

  “Actually, I stole that book. It’s on my side.” I point out a different pair of constellations. “I’ve always enjoyed the story of the king and queen, Cepheus and Cassiopeia.”

  My heart bangs hard against my ribs because I like this, having Blair within the walls I’ve erected. She cut through the brambles and rusted chains locked around my heart to get in. Our lives might look different, but our insides match, calling to each other.

  Blair shoots me a sly look and splashes me. “Now who’s cultivating a criminal habit?”

  “What can I say, your corrupt nature really rubs off on me.” To illustrate my point, I grope her tits, playing with her nipples.

  She leans back against my chest with a delicious little moan. I circle my arms around her.

  “I think you’ll find you’re the corrupt force of nature at work here, you dirty devil.”

  I press against her ass, letting her feel the evidence of her statement.

  “Oh my god!” She exclaims in exasperation, reaching back to pinch my side. “You’re freaking insatiable. Is that normal?”

  “It’s all your doing.” My lips find her neck, my favorite part of her to nibble and leave my marks. I like seeing peeks of them when she can’t hide them at school. “You’ve stirred a hungry beast. I want to be buried in your body all the time. When you walk around school in that fucking skirt I want to flip it up, rip your underwear aside, and slide into your pussy while I’ve got you bent over begging for it.”