Page 37 of Cruel Devil

Until she starts gagging and spluttering, spit drooling out of her mouth, her face flushed as I choke her windpipe with my cock.

Her throat spasms around my dick as she fights for breath, so I murmur a reassuring, “Almost there.”

She looks panicked, punching her fists into my hips.

“Almost, Angel,” I groan. “Just a few…seconds…longer.”

She grabs my balls and squeezes. The pain is intense, but the angry look in her eyes is enough to send me over the edge regardless.

“Fuck…”

My first load goes down her throat. But then she shoves me back so she can breathe, and a string of cum hits her lips.

“Open.” I release her hair and pinch my fingers into her cheeks, forcing her lips apart. “Beg for it.”

She glares at me as she sticks out her tongue, still coughing like a drama queen. You’d swear I’d been waterboarding her.

I grab my cock and aim my seed inside her mouth, shuddering at the sight of my strings of cum coating her tongue.

“Now swallow like the strong, brave little girl you are.”

She closes her mouth, throat moving, and then launches herself at me. Her attack is so unexpected that I’m on my back before I realize what the fuck happened.

Her mouth crushes against mine, and I laugh when I taste my cum mixed with her saliva.

Guess she doesn’t like being called a little girl.

I wreathe my hands into her hair, deepening our kiss until she’s moaning against my mouth and rocking her hips so her pussy grinds over my cock. She wants another round, and I plan to give her just that, but I need something else first.

I break off our kiss, but keep my lips against hers.

“If I let you out of my sight, how will I know you won’t just run off again?”

She’s panting for breath, her chest rising and falling against mine. Her lips quiver before she gives me a soft, slow kiss.

I break it off again.

“Nyx.” Cupping her face, I lean back, studying her eyes. “I need to know you’ll come back to me.”

“I will.” She puts her hands over mine. “I have to,” she whispers.

Some muscle deep inside my chest flinches. Either I’m going into cardiac arrest…or this woman is thawing out my frozen heart.

I go to kiss her, but before our lips touch, she murmurs, “I can’t leave Princess behind.”

Chapter 11

Nyx

I’ve never been back to The Foundry since the night I met Sullivan O’Brien. The club wasn’t really my style. Girls got in free, but drinks were expensive and everyone was just a little too…posh.

Only reason I was there was because I already knew at seventeen that rich people have the best drugs. Their shit is rarely laced with baby laxative.

The club’s gotten a lot flashier since then.

The lights, the people, the sound system. I don’t remember it being so loud, so hot, so bright. It’s probably changed a lot over the decades it’s been open. According to Vito’s Google searches, before it became a nightclub, it was one of the most popular prohibition-era speakeasies in the state. People have been coming here to get their kicks for nearly a century.

What Google wasn’t privy to was whether it belonged to the mob back then already, or if they assumed ownership once they realized its potential.

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