Devil's Charm

by Sam Crescent

  Don’t want to leave.

  The ugly truth was the fact she wanted Devil more than she wanted anything.

  “I don’t want to be shared with your men,” she said.

  He tilted her head back. One of his hands was still sliding in and out of her core. “Did I say anything about sharing? I said I wanted the men to watch me fuck you. They’re going to know who you belong to. It’s about time you realized it.”

  Devil claimed her lips, removing his hand from her jeans. The banging on the door finally brought her back into the present. For the last few minutes everything had been blocked out apart from Devil.

  She watched him suck his fingers into his mouth. His fingers were shining with her cream. Lexie felt her cheeks heat up at the sight.

  “So fucking tasty.” Once he was finished, he took hold of her hand and went to the door. “What the fuck do you want?” Devil asked. The agent looked taken aback.

  Keeping her gaze on the nearest wall, Lexie thought about how quickly her life had changed. There really was no going back at all.

  ****

  Devil bought the club and made sure the agent knew he was moving in right away. It wasn’t the best place to start with a kid, but it certainly was better than the fucking strip club. Vincent helped him move what little Lexie owned into the club. This place was going to tide him and Lexie over until he found them a house. He liked the thought of going to the wealthy area of town and buying one of the biggest houses in the estate. Devil loved to wind people up. He could just see them now in their pressed suits on their way to work when he walked out with his leathers, heading to the club on his bike.

  He’d invested a lot of his money and gotten a good return from the markets. Devil may have spent his years on the road, but it didn’t mean he didn’t know how to handle his money. The club was what he looked out for nowadays, and nothing was going to change that.

  “This place is going to need a lot of cleaning up. I can round up some girls to come and gut this place,” Phoebe said, standing beside him.

  “That would be great.” He looked around the main room and knew he was going to put a bar in along the far wall. There were several tables in different stages of rot. “I can’t let Lexie and Simon stay here tonight.”

  “Our home is always welcome, but you’re going to have to be quiet. The boys giggle when you try to fuck.”

  Devil started laughing.

  “We’ll be fucking all right. Are you sure you’re okay with that?” Devil asked. He tensed as he saw Lexie enter with his son on her hip. She was so fucking beautiful and made his dick ache with need.

  They needed to get some time together.

  “How about I take Simon for the night and we give you our pool house. The boys will not think to go down there and you’ll have you privacy,” Phoebe said.

  “Did I mention how much I love you?” he asked, kissing her temple.

  “Hey, I’m Vincent’s, but I know what it’s like in those early days. You’ve got a kid with another woman. The least you can do is give her some loving to butter her up.”

  “You know I’m not letting her go. Do you think I should?” he asked. Phoebe had put Vincent on the straight and narrow. When Devil hadn’t been able to rein his boy in, Phoebe had come along giving him a purpose and a home. Vincent was a good man, but there were times even good men lost their way.

  “Nah, she needs someone to take the lead. She’s been through too much, and you can see that in her eyes. Vincent was fond of her though. He talked about her all the time. He was impressed with the fact she was taking care of a kid that wasn’t actually hers.” Phoebe tapped his arms. “Whatever you decide is up to you. I don’t think she’s going to leave that boy easily, do you?”

  She didn’t wait for his answer and walked in the opposite direction.

  Staring at Lexie he felt like he’d been kicked in the gut. He was old enough to be her father, and yet he was lusting after he like he was some kind of fucking teenager.

  “What’s up, Boss?” Ripper asked, approaching him.

  “Nothing. I’m not sticking around here tonight. You and the boys need to clean that shit up at the strip club. I want it open for business. We need to make our stand. No drugs or squabbles. I don’t run a kindergarten,” Devil said.

  “I’ll tell Curse to give the word out.”

  “You do that.”

  “Is she sticking around?” Ripper asked, nodding toward Lexie.

  “She is, and she’s mine. Don’t even think about trying to take her. I’ll kill you first.”

  “You’re damn lucky. She’s sexy as hell, and I bet not many men have been between her thighs.”

  The thought of any man knowing what she’d be like in bed made him angry.

  “Shut it, Ripper.”

  He left his boys alone to go to Lexie’s side. Her hair lay down her back, begging to be held. Standing beside her, he saw she was looking out of the window, pointing things out to Simon.

  “We’re not staying here tonight.”

  “Thank God, I thought you didn’t have the first clue of the right environment for a baby.”

  Stroking her hair, he kissed Simon’s head.

  “He’s staying with Phoebe and Vincent. We’ve got the night in their pool house.” Her eyes went wide, but she didn’t say anything to dispute him. “Got any questions?” he asked.

  “No, you’re the boss.”

  After a couple of hours passed of making a list of things he needed and what would need to happen, Devil left the cleaning in the hands of Phoebe, who had already assembled a team. The ride back to Vincent’s house was slow.

  Phoebe and Lexie made dinner while he played ball with Vincent and the boys. When the boys started fighting Vincent started talking.

  “You’ve got a thing for Lexie, haven’t you?” Vincent asked.

  “What makes you think that?” Devil caught the ball off his friend and dribbled it down to the hoop, landing a shot right in.

  He bowed as the boys squealed in delight.

  They took a time out as the boys played, trying to score into the high hoop.

  “She’s a good girl.”

  “And a stripper,” Devil said.

  “She was a stripper to take care of your kid. I can’t believe I held that boy and you hadn’t even seen him.”

  Devil tensed. “You did the test to make sure she got the body for dancing?”

  “Yeah, like I do with all the girls. I didn’t touch her at all.”

  He couldn’t be angry at his man for doing business. “She’s not dancing anymore, do you hear me?” Devil asked.

  “Yeah, I already got that. She made a lot of money.”

  “Don’t care. We’ll find other girls who can make that kind of money.” Devil stared at the house wondering what shit Phoebe was saying.

  “I’m pleased you’re going to do right by her. She deserves it.”

  “You barely know her. How do you know she wasn’t passing him off to others to look after?” he asked.

  Vincent chuckled. “She talked about him all the time. It was the only reason she danced. I asked her about it, and she told me if another job came around she’d take it in a heartbeat even if it was cleaning toilets. Girl had it bad for the boy. She’d do anything for him.” Vincent sighed. “What happened with you and the sister?”

  “She was a woman on the road. Didn’t give me any kind of shit and was offering what I wanted, a quick easy fuck. Condom broke and she was pregnant.” Devil shrugged. He couldn’t do anything to change what happened. It was just rotten fucking luck the one time the condom broke, the girl got knocked up.

  “What are you going to do about the girl?”

  “I don’t know. She’ll turn up, and I’ll see if I’m in a forgiving mood.”

  “Dinner is ready,” Lexie said, appearing in the doorway. The boys ran in almost knocking her over in their need to get food.

  “Where’s your fucking manners?” Vincent asked, charging ahead to ward off hi
s boys.

  Lexie giggled then smiled up at him. Devil was struck by how young she was. Reaching out she took his hand, and he drew her to him. “What are you smiling about?” he asked.

  “Nothing.”

  He lifted a brow waiting for her to relent.

  “Okay, this is something I’ve always wanted.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Don’t laugh at me, but I imagined having a house like this and calling my man in for dinner with the kids.” She shrugged, and her cheeks were a nice shade of rouge. “Do I sound insane?” she asked.

  “No, you sound like a woman with a plan. You never lived in a house then?”

  She shook her head. “Mom lived in a little flat, and when she couldn’t afford to keep up with the rent we moved into a trailer.” She shrugged. “There wasn’t a lot going on growing up.”

  Pushing her hair back, he saw the bruises from his lips. “It’s good to have dreams.”

  He was going to make her dreams come true.

  “You’re not going to tease me?”

  “No, I’m going to tell you to hold onto those dreams. They might come true.” He leaned down, claiming her lips.

  “What are you? My guardian angel?” she asked, between kisses.

  “There’s nothing angelic about me, baby. Don’t mistake me for anything good.” Taking her hand, he pressed it to his cock. “All I ever want to be is bad.” Rubbing against her, he felt her shudder.

  “Kids, dinner is going cold,” Phoebe said, interrupting their moment. He was getting fucking angry with people stopping him from taking what he wanted.

  Lexie broke away from him. She surprised him by leading him to the dinner table.

  “Your woman has got skills,” Phoebe said. “She knows how to cook, and you got lucky.”

  Chapter Six

  After dinner, Lexie helped with the dishes, and then there was no getting away from it. Phoebe was pretty much pushing her out of the back door. Devil stood by the pool smoking a cigarette looking up at the sky.

  Clearing her throat, she watched him turn toward her. “I’m going to go shower.”

  “Okay, I’ll be in soon.”

  She nodded, heading past him to go into the pool house. Lexie wasn’t stupid. She knew what was coming, and part of her was really looking forward to it. Would he grow bored with her once he got what he wanted?

  Glancing back she saw him talking with Vincent. The two men were in a deep conversation with one another. Opening the door, she let herself inside flicking the light on. Phoebe told her where to reach out. The pool house was nice and warm. Grabbing a cable she pulled, and the air conditioning started up. She gazed around the large room before heading toward the back where the bedroom and en-suite bathroom lay.

  Closing the door, she flicked the lock in place wanting privacy. For three years and a couple of months she hadn’t had sex. The boy she’d been with couldn’t even figure out how to give her an orgasm.

  Lexie turned on the shower and removed her clothes before staring in the mirror at her reflection. Her hair was limp from the day of moving her stuff, but what caught her attention were her eyes.

  Last night she’d stared into the same eyes at the strip clubs mirror, and already there was a difference. Twenty-four hours ago they’d been dead to what she was about to do whereas now they looked alive. She suddenly felt twenty-one instead of much older. Living the life she did with a drunk and whore of a mother, Lexie had learned to grow up really fast. By eight years old she’d been fending for herself in the kitchen, cooking for her small family. Kayla had been out, goading the boys, and when she became a teenager the real action happened. Her sister got the horrid reputation of being a slut. Lexie would always remember the crude whispers as she passed people in school. Some of the guys even thought her mother was better than Kayla because at least her mother made the men pay. Kayla gave everything away for free.

  For so long she’d been dealing with everything life threw her way she hadn’t the time to think about what she ever wanted. Getting out of the trailer into an apartment had been the first thing she achieved. Not becoming a whore, the second.

  Crap, she really didn’t know what she wanted out of life. Her grades at school had been good but not brilliant.

  She needed to take this time with Devil to think.

  The only thing she ever really wanted was to give Simon a really good home.

  “He’s safe now.” Closing her eyes she counted to ten before opening them. Everything looked the same, but she moved toward the shower. The water was hot and made a nice refreshing change from the cold showers she took back at the apartment.

  She tried not to think about Devil, the club, or the shit Kayla had put her through. Her sister had never been one to make good decisions. Was having Simon and being with Devil really a bad decision?

  Tilting her head back, she kept her eyes closed as the water washed over her body. Slowly, minute by minute she felt the tension inside her begin to ebb away.

  We’re safe.

  “You think a locked door will keep me away?” Devil asked. She’d been so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t heard him enter or strip down. Jerking around she saw him butt ass naked. The night before her apartment had been too dark for her to admire his male physique, but damn, Devil was fucking built.

  An answering pulse started between her thighs. Crossing her legs she stared up at him, knowing in her heart they were not going to be interrupted.

  “We can do tonight one of two ways,” he said, trapping her against the cool tiled wall and his hard body. His hands rested either side of her head. Before he said anything else, he took possession of her lips, plunging his tongue into her mouth. She was under no illusions as to who owned her in those precious seconds. “You can fight me, pretending you don’t want this and forcing me to show you that you do.” He took one of her hands within his own, pressing it against the tile beside her head. Devil did the same with the other hand.

  “What’s the other option?” she asked.

  The way he held her hands had her breasts arching up. His gaze dropped down, and the lust intensified in his eyes.

  “You stop pretending and give yourself to me without question. You’ll be mine, and I’ll give you plenty more orgasms where that first one came from today.”

  She stared up at him wanting more than anything to give in to him. Licking her lips, she battled a tiny little war inside against her man. Lexie knew it was useless. Why fight something she wanted? Her only sexual experience was with a high school kid her own age, and that had been a disaster.

  “What’s it going to be, princess?” he asked.

  Neither of them said a word.

  “Not going to say anything, huh? Fine, let me give you a little taste of what I’m offering.” Her hands were lifted above her head, and he caught them within one of his. She didn’t fight him. The strength in his arms let her know fighting would be futile. “This what you want, baby?” he asked, leaning down to kiss her chest.

  Words failed her. They wouldn’t come out of her mouth, and she watched him, filled with desire as he kissed down to her breasts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, and all the time she watched even as she cried out in pleasure.

  The hand he had free, caressed up her inner thigh. The water cascaded around them, the droplets bouncing off their skin. Even wet, Devil looked like a fucking wet dream. This was pure torture. Every move, each caress, and all the words he spoke drove her arousal higher than she ever thought it could be.

  “What do you hope to gain by being silent?” he asked. His fingers were so close to her pussy. Biting her lip, she looked him in the eye waiting for him to make the next move. “You’re playing with danger here, baby.”

  She wanted the danger more than anything else.

  What the hell is wrong with me?

  “I can play this game all day, Lexie. You’re not hiding anything from me.”

  Fingers opened her slit, stroking through until he bumped her clit.
She cried out as Devil increased the pressure around her wrists, holding her in place. Down his caress went to push a finger inside her. His thumb pressed against her clit.

  “I can feel your cunt tighten around my finger. You want my dick, Lex. I promise you, I’m a lot bigger than my fucking finger.”

  Closing her eyes, she tried to fight against the need flowing within her body.

  “Give in to me.”

  She opened her eyes and stared into his dark depths.

  “Give in to me,” he said, again.

  Give in. Give in.

  What exactly was she fighting? She wanted him, and for so long she’d been without ever knowing what true passion really was. The experience she had when she was younger wouldn’t be anything like what Devil was offering her.

  A second finger slid inside her joining the first, pumping in time. He bit down on her nipple drawing a scream from her.

  “Give in to me, Lex. I will give you everything.”

  She’d already given in. Lexie was no longer fighting him. Her body had betrayed her the first night he held her in the strip club. This was going to happen, and fighting it would only cause her more ache.

  Her body was burning from the inside out.

  There was nowhere else for her to go. At twenty-one years old she had experienced two orgasms in her whole life, and both had been at Devil’s hands.

  He slammed his lips down on hers stopping her from saying a word. His tongue plundered her mouth, melding with hers.

  She melted against him, his body covering hers.

  “Tell me, Lex.”

  Looking down his body she was caught by his muscles and the large displays of ink up and down his body. She hadn’t even taken into account the many different tattoos when he’d walked into the shower.

  “You’re older than I am,” she said, the words blurting out.

  “Do you really care?” he asked.

  No, she did not. “No.”

  “You want me.”

  “Yes,” she said, admitting the truth. She really did want him. There was no denying it.

  “Tell me to fuck you. I promise you, Lex, you’ll want for nothing.