I all but storm off toward the rustic-looking bar, leaving the MC guys behind so I can have a word with my runaway sibling. The bartender furnishes us with two deep shots, and I knock mine back without a word to Juliet. She follows suit, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. The extra bit of whiskey has given me the courage I need to confront her—I’ve never been very good at standing up to Juliet.
“Devlin and I don’t need a chaperone,” I tell her, cutting to the chase. “This kind of thing may have been OK when I was fourteen and going on my first date, but I’m a grown woman. I need you to give me my space.”
“Devlin might not need a chaperone,” she replies evenly, “But you do. You’ve been here for one day, and you already think you understand how these guys’ minds work. News flash, little sister: you haven’t got a clue.”
“And I’m never going to get a clue if you keep trying to shelter me,” I shoot back. “You forfeited your protective big sister card when you ditched me for this life. Can’t start acting like one now.”
“I’ll always be your big sister,” she tells me, reaching to lay a slender hand on my arm. “Whether you like it or not.”
“Please just let me see how this thing with Devlin plays out,” I all but beg her. “I’ve never met a man like him before, Juliet.”
“That’s because there is no other man like Devlin Vile,” she says, shaking her head. “You can’t possibly be prepared for what he could do to you, because there’s no one out there who could have prepared you for him.”
“That’s my risk to take,” I tell her finally.
And though she doesn’t say another word, I can see understanding blossoming in her brown eyes. She knows all about taking risks, after all. And she also knows that sometimes the biggest risks—running away from a bad situation for the unknown, putting your trust in someone else’s hands—are the ones you simply have to take if you’re ever going to find your happiness. It’s that shared knowledge, I think, that finally makes her back off. Resolved that she’s finally willing to let me go, I turn on my heel and take a deep breath, making my way to where Devlin Vile stands, waiting.
“Everything OK?” he asks, slipping a muscled arm over my shoulders.
“Everything’s great,” I reply, leaning into him as he leads me away from the fire. In a matter of moments, the trees swallow us up, the scene of the bonfire fading away behind us. I look up at Devlin as we find ourselves all alone yet again. “It’s just going to be the two of us at the casino after all.”
“That’s good,” he growls, his hand running down along the length of me, “Because I’m not bringing you to the casino, Logan.”
I suck in a breath as he whips me around, pressing me hard against the trunk of a thick, ancient tree. He pins me there with his powerful hips, his dark eyes boring into me intently. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, the intensity of his gaze making the blood in my veins race like mad. Devlin catches my wrists in one firm hand and draws them up over my head. My body is open to him, ready for him, as he brings his mouth to mine.
I’m trembling as his tongue sweeps in and fills my mouth, his free hand exploring every curve and dip of my form. I know full well that I have to play my cards right, here. If I want Devlin to take me to bed—and oh, how I want that—he has to know that I’m ready to let go of the reins, here. Ready to let him take the lead, fully.
I relax into his ardent embrace, arching my back as he cups my firm breasts, barely contained by the black leather bustier. Devlin can feel me giving myself over to him, and his attentions grow even more earnest. His cock is stiff and throbbing against me as he brings his lips to my chest, kissing along the swell of my cleavage.
My moans are swept up in the pulsing rock music blaring all around us. I’m glad to be hidden in the shadows of the forest as Devlin closes his teeth around the string holding the front of my corset-like bustier together, tugging ferociously. My breasts spill out of their leather cage, and Devlin drinks in the sight of my exposed flesh. He lets my arms fall around his shoulders as he brings both hands to my breasts, lowering his lips to my hard, tender nipples.
“Dev...” I groan, as he takes one of those pink peaks between his lips. Pulsing need rages through my core as he sucks and kisses my nipples, kneading my breasts with his able hands. I gasp as he bites down, just hard enough, sending a jolt of delicious pain dancing along my nerves. With every second that he spends pleasing me, I can feel his staggering member growing harder, ever more ready for me.
“I want to have you right here,” he growls, his breath hot on my neck. “Do you want me to take you, Logan? Right here, right now?”
I lift my eyes to his. The words I mean to speak evaporate under the blazing heat of his gaze. Somewhere deep inside of me, I can feel something shift, locking resolutely into place. For the first time in my life, all I honestly want is to hand myself over to this man. There’s nothing fake or forced about my eagerness to let myself go. I tell him the truth.
“I want you to have me wherever, whenever you want,” I say, my voice soft. “I want you to have your way with me, Dev. Do what you will with me. Please.”
His smoldering eyes all but burst with lustful energy. A wide, gorgeous grin breaks out across Devlin’s face as he cups my chin in his firm hand.
“That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life,” he says, his voice gravelly with need. “You’re not like any woman I’ve met, Logan. Do you know that?”
“How am I different?” I ask, raking my hands through his short, dark hair.
“I don’t know how to explain it to you,” he says, shaking his head. “But I can sure as hell show you.”
Chapter Twelve
We all but fly through the dark, dense forest, across the whirling chaos of The Club’s casino floor. With every step, every passing moment, another bit of the outside world falls away. By the time we make it back to Devlin’s expansive room, slamming the door behind us, it’s like we’re the last two people left on earth. This bedroom may as well be the entire world, for all we know or care.
I step to the center of the bedroom as Devlin snaps the door’s lock into place. That final, deafening crack sends a shudder of anticipation down my spine. We face each other across the wide room, the space between us crackling with tension. We’ve only known each other for a day, but it feels as though we’ve been waiting for this our entire lives. And in a way, maybe we have.
“You’re going to do exactly as I say, now,” Devlin tells me, his voice raking along the bottom of his register. “You hear me?”
“Yes,” I breathe, “I can do that. Anything you say, Dev.”
“Good girl,” he grins.
I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear, feeling suddenly young and inexperienced under his ferocious gaze. Nervous, I take a step back toward him.
“No,” he says firmly. “Stay right where you are.”
I stop dead in my tracks. My every nerve stands at attention for his next command. That synchronized connection that bloomed between us as we sat by the fire is dialed up to a thousand. This closeness is unlike anything I’ve experienced with a man before. But somehow, it’s not overwhelming. It’s not scary. It’s...empowering, somehow.
“Strip for me,” he says, his dark eyes unwavering. “Go slow.”
I have to fight to keep my excited fingers from moving too quickly as I take up the laces of my corset-like bustier. Be cool, just be cool...I coach myself, pulling gently on the strings. Little by little, my top loosens. I keep my eyes on Devlin’s as the tight leather garment finally falls away, my breasts billowing out for him to see. My shoulders draw back as I stand half naked before him. His rapt gaze fills me with a sense of worth. It’s not every woman who could hold his attention like this, Juliet said so herself. Even though he’s the one calling the shots, I’m the one feeling more powerful by the second.
“Now the skirt,” he urges.
I can see the lengthy outline of his rock hard member from across the room. As slowl
y as I can stand to, I hook my thumbs into the waist of my barely-there skirt. Inch by inch, I ease the garment down over the rise of my ass, my shapely hips, my strong thighs. With a whisper, the skirt falls down around my feet. I straighten up, standing before Devlin in nothing but a tiny black thong.
He’s rooted to the ground, drinking me in. I can tell that he wants to tear across the room, throw me onto the bed, and have his way with me at last. His entire body is tensed and ready, pulsing with want of me. But I also know that he won’t do that. He’s too strong, and he isn’t done testing me just yet.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he tells me, “And crawl to my bed.”
I suck in a quick breath at his command. There’s something so primitive, so base about what he’s asked of me. I’ve never done anything like this for a man—no man has ever asked. But then, Devlin’s not just any man.
With a thundering heart, I slowly lower myself to my knees. At the center of the cavernous, luxurious room, I kneel before Devlin Vile. I expect to feel embarrassed, subjecting myself to his every whim. But instead I only feel...excited. Enlightened. I push myself further, planting my hands on the smooth hard wood floor. The further I inch toward pure carnality, the sexier and stronger I feel.
A wild, wicked grin spreads across my face as I swing my body toward the bed. Slinking along on all fours, I can feel Devlin’s eyes tearing all along my bare skin, burning with ferocious need. My body relaxes into this obedient bliss, my self-consciousness falling away like a second skin. I uncurl my spine, drawing myself up onto Devlin’s sprawling king-sized bed. The mattress is firm beneath me—all the better for what he has planned, I’m sure.
I turn to Devlin, awaiting instruction. But he doesn’t bestow another longed-for command. Not just yet. Slowly, deliberately, he takes a step toward me at last. Then another. And another. Each footfall hits me like a shockwave as it lands. With reverence, he slips off his Circle of Death cut, laying it on the dresser like a knight setting down his sword. The club’s symbol stands out in the darkened room, white against the shiny black leather. Devlin’s body is practically bursting through the layers of fabric that encase it as he comes to stand before me. I sink back onto my heels, my hands planted firmly on the bed.
“You want me to fuck you,” he says. It’s not a question.
“Yes,” I breathe, “I want you to fuck me, so bad.”
“Sit on the edge of the bed,” he tells me, “And spread your legs. Go. Slow.”
My body aches to rush ahead, throw itself at him. But my mind and my self-control win the day once again. I unfold my long legs and lower them over the side of the bed, planting my feet on the wooden floor. My knees fall apart as I lean back on my forearms, gazing up into Devlin’s sculpted, serious face.
“More,” Devlin breathes, coming to stand between my spread legs.
My knees begin to tremble as I ease them open even further, my pulsing, aching sex barely concealed by my tiny thong. I’m wet for him already, the intensity of his attention more than an enough to turn me on.
“That’s good,” he says, lifting his strong hands to me at last.
I swear, I could come for him the second his fingertips glance against my skin. A shudder ripples through my core as he brushes up along my thighs, sinking to his knees between my legs.
“Easy, babe,” he smiles, planting his hands on my toned thighs. “I’ve hardly even touched you, yet.”
“I just...I can’t believe I get to be here with you,” I whisper, as his fingers inch up along my skin. “I can’t believe you want me like this.”
His hands pause in their ascent, his grip tightening. “I don’t just want you, Logan,” he says fiercely. “I want to have you. Keep you. I want to give you everything.”
“Everything?” I breathe. “Like...what?”
“Lay back,” he grins, “And you’ll see.”
I lower myself down onto the expansive bed, spreading myself open to Devlin as I do. In this moment, I trust him with every fiber of my being. I’m his to do with what he wishes, and I’ve never felt safer in my life.
Devlin shrugs out of his tee shirt, revealing his cut torso to me once more. His muscles ripple with every tiny move as he slips his fingers beneath the band of my thong and tugs it away in one swift motion. A low, guttural groan escapes his lips as he takes in the sight of my pussy, spread open before him, my breasts rising and falling with each quickened breath, my black hair fanned out beneath me across his bed.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Logan,” he rasps, leaning over my quaking body.
Before I can form a single coherent word, I feel two firm fingers pressing against my slick sex. I let out a long, keening moan as he traces the length of me, slipping his other arm around the small of my back. He pulls me to him as his fingers memorize every inch of my silky pink flesh, delving deeper with every pass. My back arches as he finally slides those thick, masterful fingers firmly inside of me, flexing against that tender spot just behind my navel. A hard pulse of pleasure billows through my body as his fingers collide with my g-spot. How can he already know exactly how to touch me?
He brings his lips to my breasts, kissing and pulling at my nipples with his teeth. Waves of sensation crash through my core as he pulses his fingers deep inside of me. I grab onto handfuls of bedding as his thumb finds my hard, aching clit. He rubs long, delicious circles around that sensitive nub, and my eyes screw up as my bliss approaches its crescendo. I can feel him everywhere, his mouth and hands working me into an ecstatic frenzy.
With one last delectable bite of my nipple, he lowers his mouth down to my pussy at long last. Pressing my thighs up and open with his firm hands, he flicks his gaze up to meet mine. The sight of him there, poised before my wet, naked sex, nearly sends me over the edge. And that’s before he’s even touched me. I can feel his breath against that slickness, and my clit screams for his touch.
A grin spreads across his lips, rendering his features even more perfect. He brings that full, masterful mouth to my sex, licking all along my slit. My mouth falls open in wordless wonder as he strokes me with his tongue, parting my silky flesh with every glancing lap. He zeroes in on my hard, tender clit, flicking and kneading it with the tip of his dexterous tongue. I cry out as he sends me barreling toward the edge, my knees shaking uncontrollably.
“You’re going to come for me,” he growls, sparing precious seconds to issue his next command. “I want to taste you. Come for me, Logan. Now.”
And with one final, firm stroke of his perfect tongue, I do. I let the pleasure that’s built up to a fever pitch inside of me cascade through my body. It gushes through my veins, along every nerve, breaking through walls I didn’t even know existed. I come hard into Devlin’s waiting mouth as he cups my ass in his huge hands. He drinks up every bit of me, lapping my pleasure like it’s ambrosia. As I reach the crest of my bliss and begin the long descent back down to earth, I stare down at Devlin in wonder.
“Dev, that...that was...” I stammer, utterly at a loss.
“I know, babe,” he murmurs, licking the taste of me off his firm lips. “And guess what? That was only the beginning.”
A giddy laugh rises from my throat as Devlin seizes my hips and flips me onto my stomach. I glance over my shoulder and watch as he rips open his belt buckle, stepping out of his worn-in jeans, rolling a condom onto his staggering cock. All at once, there he is again, not a stitch of clothing on that perfect body. My gaze travels all along his array of cut muscles, landing finally on that throbbing length between his legs. I feel my eyes go wide as I take in the sheer enormity of his cock. The full, hard expanse of it is a marvel to behold, and I find myself wondering if I can possibly take all of him inside of me. I’ve never been with someone so huge before.
“Jesus Christ, Dev,” I whisper, as he kneels over me on the bed. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Hey. There are worse ways to go,” he grins, running his hands down along my spine, over the rise of my ass.
/> “What if I can’t...” I begin, trying to hide my blush from him.
“Logan,” he says, taking my chin in his hand and turning my face toward his. He’s starting down at me intently, and I feel my fears ebb away. There’s something deeper than lust in his gaze. Something knowing, and caring. Something that looks a whole lot like true affection. “Listen to me. We were built for each other. Can’t you feel that? There’s nothing we can’t do. Do you trust that? Do you trust me?”
“Absolutely,” I say softly. And it’s the truth. I trust Devlin with my body, my mind, and even my heart.
“Good,” he says, grabbing hold of my hips. “Because I’m not cruel enough to keep either of us waiting any longer.”
He tugs me up to my hands and knees, and I feel the swollen tip of him pressing against my wet slit. I take a huge breath, steadying myself. My entire life fades away in the face of this one momentous instant. I’m ready.
Devlin presses himself into me, parting my pink lips with his staggering cock. My mouth falls open as he fills me, inch my inch, rocking gently into my trembling body. I can feel myself stretching to accommodate his enormity.
“Christ. You’re so tight,” he groans above me, his hands tightening around my hips.
Our satisfied moans ring out in unison as he finally slips all the way into my eager body. He’s so deep, so expansively huge, that I swear he could rip right through me. But that’s a risk I’m more than willing to take.
Devlin draws back and drives into me as I press back against him. We can’t be contained any longer. Our bodies move together, faster and harder with every pass. I cry out as Devlin bucks into me, driving his cock ever deeper. I slam myself back against him, high on the sensation of him filling me up. I want as much of him as I can get. Fuck it, I want all of him.
“You’ve got me right on the edge, Logan,” he growls through gritted teeth.
“Let me feel you come inside of me,” I plead. “Devlin, I need to feel you—”
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