His right hand moved to her breasts to massage them.
“Oh please,” she whimpered.
“Sorry, what? Didn’t hear you.”
“I said please,” she whispered.
“What was that?” he teased, the vibrations from his voice spreading through her, his tongue finally giving her aching bud the slightest brief touch. The humor audible in his voice told her that he was enjoying himself. She involuntarily bucked her hips.
“I beg of you!” she raised her trembling voice. “Please I did all you asked of me.”
“Yes, you have,” he replied as he moved upward, leaving her exposed slit, and finally kissed her. Devlin thrust his tongue inside her mouth, finding hers. She could taste herself on him and she loved it. He kissed so beautifully it made a knot come up in the back of her throat, it made her eyes sting and brought her to the edge of tearing up. Maybe it was the anticipation, or maybe the fact that someone like him was kissing her. Maybe it was even gratitude or even feelings pent up for years. With the tip of a finger he rubbed from her entrance to her clit and back down, going in just a knuckle.
“Do you want this?” he mouthed softly, his other hand simultaneously removing her blindfold. She blinked a couple of times as she wished desperately, she could see the man giving her so much pleasure. She felt robbed in a way that she was unable to look into the soul of the man she longed for. Yet, just being there with him, while he pleasured her was more than she could ask for. For this moment in time, he belonged to her as she belonged to him. It was magical.
“Yes, please,” she whispered.
“How bad?” he teased nibbling her earlobe.
“I need you,” she said under her breath, a pleading with him. She had not been with any man who managed to make her beg. It wasn’t just about what he was doing to her, but also about whom he was. He was perfection. And for her meticulous, demanding and somewhat cynical personality that meant a lot.
“Oh well...” he stopped everything he was doing and pulled himself away, snickering as he did so.
Lisset lay there…stunned. That knot in the back of her throat tightened. He had just left her like that. She had obeyed him, pleaded him, believed him, and eventually begged him. And he played with her. He had made her melt to his touch. And that’s how she felt at that moment. Her inability to cum with anyone for a long time had been tormenting her, the fear it would happen again was now burning her, her lust was consuming her.
There is such intimacy in a woman’s orgasm, especially when it’s an experience shared. Under no circumstances did being brought to it by her own hand, beneath her covers every other night, qualify as what she craved. She closed her eyes and tears emerged from underneath. A sob was building in her chest but the ache inside had not subsided the least. Her skin tingled at every place he had touched, and her body seemed to defy her emotional state.
She was so vulnerable to him. That made him want to comfort her, but it also drove him crazy, brought the blood rushing in his veins, made him lust after her, made him want to explode inside her. He leaned in close and arranged himself with his hips between her still parted numb thighs, his fingers tangled in her messy hair.
“Open your eyes,” Devlin urged her.
She averted her damp eyes.
“Open them!” he urged her. He was making demands now,
“You... why would you,” she muttered opening her eyes. A look of hurt, confusion, maybe even anger, dimming her clear blue eyes.
“I did not.” he replied and kissed her lips tenderly at first and then passionately, deeply, pushing himself against her. His touch swept her again off her feet and her mind went blank. Her whole world seemed to have shrunken and burst into flames between her legs. She clenched the sheet in her small fists.
He rubbed himself around her opening, then over and over against her frantically throbbing clit and pleasure welled up inside her. He kept rubbing against her nub and her sweet, intense moans rang in his ears like the most beautifully arousing melody. As she came closer and closer, she wrapped her arms around him and lifted her hips to meet him. The waves of pleasure stemming from his touch came crushing on her more and more frequently until she could barely breathe.
And with a single thrust he filled her up.
For a second the world froze. And then it was like the seams which held her waking world would come undone. It was like walls went tumbling down deep inside, like the icy crystals of fear, disdain and sadness that had long been poking and piercing her soul shattered at once. He pounded deep inside her faster and faster. Her world shook and the most deliciously pleasurable spasms rocked through her entire existence and she exploded in the most beautifully, paralyzing intense orgasm in her lifetime, calling out his name.
Her moans and gasps always aroused him more than anything in his world. To have her sweet body to his disposition to please, have her in his mercy made him almost hurt of pleasure. She seemed to barely be able to breathe in-between the sounds she couldn’t help but make. His name coming out of her rosy lips like that, in a guttural manner, like a river flow of carnal pleasure was more than he could take. His climax followed suit. His body was like it had caught fire. The flames licked their way to his loins and his next thrusts were spontaneous. His hips bucked several times before his load spilled inside her and dripped between her spread thighs.
In the intensity of the moment she had almost forgotten to breathe. Now she was panting desperately, dizzy from the deprivation of oxygen, fighting the shimmering of the light around her. But the darkness took hold of her and she fell to a deep dreamless sleep in his arms, just in time to feel the soft kiss he planted on her forehead.
Chapter Six
Treasure Cove, Montana,
“You screwed my sister!” Sasha Merrick roared thunderously as Damien jumped behind Zander Prescott for protection. It wasn’t that Damien was afraid of Lisset’s brother, because he wasn’t, it was the fact that his former boss was pointing a gun at him. That and Tristan Summerfield was laughing uncontrollably, edging him on. This was not how Damien planned on spending his morning.
Nope, when he woke at the butt crack of dawn thanks to Skylar, all he wanted to do was have a cup of coffee and maybe scout out the neighborhood. Instead, he was treated to an early morning tantrum because he couldn’t find where Emery put Skylar’s magic glow worm. Then Skylar refused to eat her breakfast, deciding she would rather wear it. Then if that wasn’t enough, Skylar started screaming for ‘momma’ at the top of her lungs so loudly, Damien feared she’d bring the house down.
He had just calmed her down after giving her a bath to wash the Fruity Pebbles out of her hair when he heard the doorbell. Thinking it was Grayson, he just wrapped Skylar in a towel and headed down stairs to answer the front door. Not bothering to look, he just unlocked the door, opened it and shouted, come on in.
That was his first mistake.
The second was putting Skylar down.
His daughter was the perfect shield. Instead of using her for protection, she was currently running around the living room naked as the day she was born, laughing her little tushie off. In all honesty it was funny as hell, but when Damien saw who walked into the house, he couldn’t get to the little varmint quick enough, especially when Skylar ran straight into Sasha’s arms.
At first, Damien thought it best to play it cool. Act like he didn’t know shit, because that always worked best…not! So, when Sasha picked up Skylar and asked, ‘what is your name little princess?’ Damien cringed, because his daughter simply said, ‘Skylar Rose Brothers’, and that was when Sasha Merrick quickly put two and two together.
Oh, and that was when the drama began.
“Now, bossman, it isn’t what you think,” Damien said backing away from the large angry man as Zander and Grayson decided it was the perfect time to rush into the house. Damien knew that Sasha would never harm his niece, however he was another story. “And I’d appreciate it if you would put that gun away. You’re scaring Skylar.”
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“Oh, she looks scared Damien,” Tristan laughed. “Is she clapping out of fear or trepidation?”
“Shut up Tristan,” Violet said, slapping her husband Tristan on the chest. “You’re making things worse.”
“Baby, things couldn’t possibly get worse. Poor Damien has dug his own grave and I finally get to see someone put him in it.”
Damien refused to say a damn word. Instead, he stood his ground, behind Zander as Violet walked over to Sasha and said, “Come on precious. Let’s go get you dressed. You can play with Uncle Sasha later. He and your daddy need to talk.”
“Yeah, I need to talk with daddy,” Sasha seethed, relinquishing his hold on the toddler. Damien was grateful for Violet, but he really wished she wouldn’t leave the room. That would leave him defenseless, with no means of escape. He wasn’t too proud to use a woman and child for the sole purpose of saving his own skin, but as they walked up stairs, he knew he was going to be filleted alive.
“And Sasha, put that gun away,” Violet said as she reached the top of the stair case. “I mean it. Put it away.”
“How am I going to kill him then,” Sasha asked.
“Find another way, just get rid of the gun. There’s a small child in this house. Do you want to be responsible for your niece if she starts playing with it?”
“No,” Sasha sulked, putting the gun back in the holster under his jacket.
“Now, I’m going to get little Miss. Skylar dressed. When I return, you boys better have fixed this mess, because if I have to call Hazel I will.” With that, Violet disappeared leaving Damien to his own demise.
“Now, boss you have to let me explain,” Damien said holding his hands in the air as if surrendering. “There were extenuating circumstances that were unavoidable.”
“Big words there Damien,” Tristan grinned. “Did you finally read that encyclopedia I gave you for Christmas five years ago?”
“No but it came in handy when I needed to start a fire.”
“Enough!” Sasha shouted. “I want to know what the fuck you have been doing with my sister for the last two years. You were supposed to watch and protect, not fuck her and have a child with her.”
“We have been protecting her!” Damien yelled, getting pissed that Sasha would think he or Devlin would shirk their duties. They may not make the right choices at the right time, but damn it, they were good at their job. They never lost a single person and they weren’t going to now. “We only recently started screwing her.”
Yep, that probably wasn’t the best thing to say to a man who was armed and ready to fire. So, when Sasha lunged for him, Damien braced himself for the pummeling he was about to receive. Devlin had always told him he had no filter on his mouth, and this just proved it.
Akron, Ohio that same morning…
“I can’t believe you just said that!” Lisset shouted at Devlin as she slammed the front passenger door. She had just spent the night in total bliss with the man and he had to go and fuck everything up. Sometimes she wondered about the stupidity of a man after he had just gotten some mind-blowing nookie, but there were no words for what she just heard come out of Devlin’s mouth.
“I meant no disrespect,” Devlin replied sighing as he started the engine. “But you know I am right.”
“My inability to orgasm has nothing to do with my lack of sexual activity for the last two years. I am a highly sexual woman. I don’t need a man to orgasm. I’ve been just fine with my vibrator, thank you very much.”
“And how well has that been working out for you?”
“That’s none of your business!”
“I’m just saying, if you hadn’t been playing hard to get all these years, then maybe your body would be used to a man’s touch. Don’t worry, with a little practice, I am positive we can re-train your body.”
“Retrain my body!”
“It’s a known fact that the longer women go without a man sexually, the less inclined they are to have sex. If a woman isn’t having sex, her body doesn’t feel the need to orgasm. It’s common knowledge.”
“That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“There’s no need to get angry. Last night was a good start. The more you orgasm, the more relaxed you’ll be. Maybe tonight, we can try to get your body accustomed to the regularity of my sex drive.”
“Are you crazy?” Lisset yelled. “What makes you think I’ll ever let you near me again?”
“This has nothing to do with you, Lisset. It has everything to do with your body’s needs, but don’t worry. I’ve got four more days to get you accustomed to mine and Damien’s sexual appetites.”
Lisset refused to dignify that remark with an answer. Hell, she didn’t even acknowledge he said it. Nope, instead, she silently sat in the front seat, with her arms crossed over her chest, pretending she was looking out the window, while Devlin drove down the interstate. Of course, there were many things she wanted to say to him, wished she had said, but that man had riled her so much all she could think about doing was punching him in the face.
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“So, let me get this straight,” Sasha began. “You arrived in Scotland to find my sister in the clutches of Sergio Pavlov. You ran him and his goons off and fled with Lisset only to find out a month or so later she was pregnant with this assholes kid. Thinking it was best to protect her, you married her and when the kid was born you claimed her as your own. Also, for the last two years, you’ve been secretly shacked up with my sister, my niece and your mom, in Atlantic City?”
“Well, technically the house belongs to me and Devlin, so our mom was living with us,” Damien replied.
“Can I kill him now?” Sasha asked Violet who had returned with Skylar and was currently playing with her on the floor, while Tristan sat on the couch across from him, trying to hold his laughter at bay. In reality, Damien could admit it all seemed rather funny, but looking at Sasha, he refused to even crack a smile.
“No,” Violet replied. “I think what they’ve done was honorable. I can’t imagine any two men more capable of going the distance to protect your sister and niece. You should thank them Sasha. In fact, I think they deserve a raise.”
“A raise for fucking my sister?” Sasha yelled, making Skylar jump.
“Language!” Violet, Tristan and Damien shouted at the same time.
“Bad word!” Skylar giggled, pointing at Sasha.
“Yes, it is,” Damien smiled picking his daughter up. “Why don’t you go get Ms. Piggy. I am sure Uncle Sasha will be more than happy to pay for his mistake.”
“Okay,” Skyler smiled, wiggling to be put down. Damien put his daughter on her feet and watched as she ran into the kitchen. A few seconds later, Skylar returned with a pink bedazzled pig and held it in front of Sasha. “Pay piggy!”
Laughing uncontrollably, Tristan said, “Yeah Uncle Sasha, pay piggy!”
“Shut up,” Sasha growled reaching for his wallet in his back pocket. When he had it out, he filtered through the bills until he removed one.
“Try again Uncle Sasha,” Damien grinned.
“What’s it’s a dollar,” he questioned.
“But you said a bad word. Skylar tell Uncle Sasha what the going rate for bad words are these days.”
“One hundred dollars,” his daughter said clearly.
“That’s extortion!”
“You can thank her Uncle Gino for teaching her that,” Damien said as Skylar pushed Ms. Piggy closer to Sasha. Sasha grumbled and took out a crisp one-hundred-dollar bill, folded it up and placed it in the slot of Skylar’s piggy bank while Tristan and Violet laughed quietly.
As Skylar ran off with her pig, Damien slapped Sasha on his back and said, “Cheer up Uncle Sasha it was only a hundred bucks. Wait until Devlin gets here. At the rate of his deposits, Skylar’s college education will be paid in full before she hits kindergarten.”
The doorbell ringing muffled the loud laughter as Damien got up to answer the door. However, if he thought things were bad before, t
hey had just gone thermo-nuclear.
“Mom!”
“Where’s my granddaughter?” the small petite woman with fire in her eyes and the sound of retribution of her voice said. He had heard it his whole life, a mother’s voice. As a child her voice could easily make him quiver in fear, but it was the added look, that one she reserved just for him, the one that if he hadn’t already gone to the bathroom, he would have easily peed he pants in front of everyone. It was ‘that’ look! The one she was giving him at the moment.
“Nona!” Skylar’s loud squeal reverberated off the walls of the house as his daughter ran to give her grandmother a big hug. Damien sighed in relief, thanking God for small adorable granddaughters. Stepping aside before he got trampled, Damien was about to say something else when Phillip and Anthony Marino walked in right behind his mother.
“What are you two doing here?” he asked. “You guys weren’t supposed to be here until Friday. I was going to surprise Lisset when she got here.”
“The plan changed,” Phillip said slapping him on the back. “Big Gino is on his way.”
Sighing, Damien asked, “What happened?”
“You need to get ahold of Dev and tell him to get to the nearest airport. His road trip is over. Pavlov’s men are following him. Pavlov knows about Skylar. They set fire to your mother’s house. She was with the family at the time, but the house is gone. Gino and the boys will be here by night fall, so tell whoever you need to because your family, the whole family is coming for a visit.”
“Oh shit.”
“What’s going on?” Sasha asked seriously.
Damien turned to face his boss and simply said, “Someone needs to tell the sheriff that the mob is coming to town.”
Chapter Seven
Chicago, Illinois…later that night,
Lisset still wasn’t talking to him. Devlin wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but he did know one thing, it was blissfully quiet. It wasn’t that he didn’t like talking to Lisset, he did, but the woman could prattle on for hours. Generally, he didn’t mind listening to her, but there was only so much one man could take before he wanted to call the producers at ABC studios and beg them to cancel the soap opera General Hospital. God, if he had to hear what Sonny Corinthos did one more time, he would shoot the bastard himself.
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