I rip the remaining clothes off my body as Devlin shucks off his jeans and tee. We take each other in for the briefest of moments before coming together once again. He pins me to the wide mattress as I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders. We cry out as one as he drives his cock up into me, filling every inch with that gorgeous, pulsating length. I hold on for dear life as Devlin thrusts into me, driving deeper and deeper with every pass. My head falls back against the mattress as his cock collides with that sweet spot inside of me, over and over again.
As we speed on toward unimaginable heights of bliss, it’s like we’re the only two people in the entire world. The danger and violence that lies in wait, all of the things that go bump in the night, they don’t mean a thing to us now. All that matters is each other. I gaze up at Devlin in wonder as pleasure mounts deliciously in my core. His ripped, staggering body rocks above me, the inky lines of his tattoos and defined cuts of his muscles an elaborate tapestry that only I know by heart. Unable to contain myself, I catch his face in my hands and kiss him, hard and deep.
It’s that one kiss that does it.
We topple over the edge together, coming hard and strong. Devlin fills me up with his surging bliss as sensation radiates to the very edges of my body. We fold into each other, spent and sated—at least for tonight, that is. He pulls me to him, my back pressing against his chest. Little by little, our breathing evens out. We manage to come to our senses once again as sleep creeps in to claim us for a few hours.
It’s so quiet out here, away from the bustling city I left behind. The only sound beyond our walls is the crashing of waves against the shore. I never knew I could be content with such a rugged, renegade life. But then, I never counted on meeting anyone like Devlin Vile.
“I just...I wanted to say thank you, Dev,” I whisper, lacing my fingers with his.
“For what?” he asks, his breath warm against my throat.
“For...all of this,” I say wondrously, “For letting me into your life. For seeing me, accepting me for who I really am. And for still wanting me to stick around.”
“You don’t have to thank me for any of that,” he says, turning my face toward his. “It could never have been any other way, once we’d met. We’re built for each other. Nothing could keep us away. And nothing could ever change what we have.”
“Well, still,” I smile, tracing the lines of his Diabolus tattoo with the tip of my finger. “I still feel pretty lucky to have run into you, you crazy sonofabitch.”
“I know it’s a crazy thing to say, with everything we’ve gone through already,” he says, suddenly serious. “But you’ve made me happier than I’ve ever been in my life. I hope you know that, Logan.”
“I do,” I tell him, it’s the truth. “I feel the same way. It doesn’t make any sense, but I’m not planning on asking too many questions about it.
“I don’t know where this is going, you and me,” he continues. “I’ve never felt like this before, with anyone. But I’m willing to figure it out as we go.”
“That’s all I want,” I assure him. “You’re all I want.”
“Well good,” he grins, nipping playfully at my ear. “Because it’s mutual, babe. And I always get what I want.”
I chuckle sleepily as Devlin wraps me up in his arms. Ours may not be the most conventional pillow talk, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I wouldn’t trade this life for anything. It may be an uncertain, and dangerous, and unpredictable path, but it’s certainly one hell of a ride. Especially with Devlin Vile doing the driving.
THE END
About the Author
Colleen Masters grew up in Central Jersey, and studied Theatre Arts and English at Monmouth University. (Going to college right next to the beach? Hell yes :D) Her dream has always been to make a profession out of writing, so she moved to NYC five years ago and has been working her butt off to make that dream come true ever since. Right now, she lives on the Upper East Side with her darling fiancé and their corgi, Frodo. (Bit of a lit nerd, what can she say?) All of her friends get such a kick out of her “survival job,” but she doesn’t really see writing as a day job at all–it’s way too fun for that!
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From The Novel “Death Layer (The Depraved Club)” by Celia Loren…
Jack snaps his fingers and the giant bouncers lift me to my feet and toss me on Bane’s bed. I land with a whimper and instinctively curl up into a ball, trembling violently. The sheets still smell of sex and booze—and man.
“Jesus Christ,” Bane explodes, his voice dripping with venom. “What, you want me to rape her in front of you? Is that your new definition of brotherhood?”
I feel a dip on the mattress and hands on my hair as my head is jerked up. Both my hands clutch at the arm that’s lifting me, scratching with my nails. I throw my weight in every direction I can think of.
“No!” I cry, sobbing. “Please!”
“Knock it off.” Bane hisses. He gives me a harsh shake, jarring my aching head. “Fuck, now I’m bleeding. Great.”
Bane is kneeling beside me, displaying my face to the room. His hands are rough in my hair and the sinews of his forearms are achingly close. My body goes cold, then hot, as I realize that I am inches away from probably two hundred pounds of naked, powerful, seething testosterone.
And there’s no possible escape.
As he looks at me, his mouth flattens into a thin line. He doesn’t look at all pleased.
“She’s just a kid,” Bane grunts. “Terrified. This make you hard, Jack, you sick son of a bitch? Huh?”
Inevitably, my eyes flit back to his naked groin and I swallow, reddening. Taking a deep breath, I look up and meet his eyes. There’s a flash of something that passes between us, though I can’t say what. But neither of us looks away and he cocks his head to the side, studying me.
Something lights in his eyes, a question? His mouth opens. He pulls me imperceptibly closer and frowns down at me, as if reconsidering, and I shudder to my very core.
My body responds to his proximity in spite of my terror and fear, an explosion of heat radiating between my legs against my will. I can’t understand it—I am so turned on. More frightened than I have ever been, yes, but somehow aroused. I can feel his breath on the side of my face. He’s all muscle, cut and wiry. Instinct tells me he knows how to use every inch of that body of his. My heart is pounding so hard that I can hear it in my ears.
Bane must be able to hear it too.
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Table of Contents
I'd like to dedicate this book to the following readers for taking time out of their busy lives to beta read this novel!
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter N
ine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Epilogue
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