Page 40 of The Devil In Disguise

Who the hell is this guy?

“You had her and you fucked that up all on your own. She left you because you were never good enough for her. Not even close.”

As soon as my butt hits the chair in the dining room, I release a breath, happy to relax. Dinner was the first thing I started on once I got home. I’m still in my work clothes, but Duke let me know he was hungry when I walked in.

Despite being tired, I made a meal I know he loves and hope it fills him up to satisfaction. We sit across from one another, eating in silence.

“How was it?” I ask upon noticing his empty plate.

“It was okay. I’m going to hop in the shower, babe. Maybe we can watch a movie before bed.” He stands and kisses me on the cheek when he passes by me.

A small part of me feels dejected, but I brush it off. He’s probably having one of those weird days. Picking up his plate and making my way to the sink, I wash all the dishes before going for a shower.

The other man huffs and I move over to see him run his hand over the front of his suit jacket nervously until he locks his eyes on mine.

The man from the memory.

“This is between me and her,” he says without looking away from me, taking a step closer. “Let's talk about this somewhere else, baby.”

My nose scrunches in disgust at the nickname, but before I can get a word in, Kylo steps forward and his tone is ominous, colder than I’ve ever heard it before.

“Touch her and that will be the last thing you ever do.”

Taking backwards steps, the guy holds his hands up and spits, “Hey, man, I didn’t know she became one of your whores. Enjoy that bitch while you have her.” Then he turns in the other direction.

I know what Kylo plans to do before he lunges for him, but I stop him and catch up to the guy myself, tapping him on the shoulder. He’s surprised to see me, but it’s short-lived when I spit, “Go to hell,” and smash my fist into his nose. The smile that blooms on my face upon hearing the crack of his nose only grows when blood starts running out as he grabs his nose, crying.

“You bitch!” He lunges for me and I don’t move a muscle. Kylo grabs his free arm before it lands on me and twists it so fast, I’m pretty sure his shoulder popped out of its socket.

“She can end your life in a second, but if you so much as look at her again, it’ll be me who you will be begging for death.”

That should not have turned me on the way it did.

Noticing some bystanders, Kylo spins me around and we weave through an alleyway, then another one that connects. I haven’t said a word or looked at him the entire time. He asked me if I was okay, but I didn’t answer.

“Amaris.”

“What?”

“Look at me while I’m talking to you.”

We both stopped walking now. Clearly, feminism left my body the day this idiot put his lips on me. That is the only logical explanation as to why I will my eyes to look up into his.

“What’s going on in your head?”

I bite my lip and scan the alley. He furrows his brows in confusion and I grab my bag of books out of his hand, shoving him lightly against the wall. His eyes darken as he asks in a low, throaty voice, “What are you doing, little fox?”

He has been walking around looking good enough to eat all day. Can you blame me for wanting a taste? To add on top of that, I think that was the hottest interaction I’ve ever been in.

Kylo’s black tee hugs his muscles and the anger still rolling off of him makes his broad shoulders look even more pronounced. Dropping to my knees, I set the bag aside and reach for his belt. Flicking my eyes up momentarily I say, “I want you, now.”

When I reach for his button he untucks his gun from his waistband and I hesitate, looking around again. He grabs my chin and tilts my face to him, “If anyone sees us, I’ll shoot them. You want it? You got it.”

Arousal floods between my thighs and I shift in a useless attempt to soothe the ache forming before returning to his pants, making quick work of getting them down. His dick is already hard when it springs free from its confines. My only reaction is to gawk at it.

Palming his erection with his free hand, he taunts, “Need help closing that mouth, sweetheart?”

Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t say… “You have a pretty dick,” I blurt out, licking my lips to hide a chuckle.

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