Page 129 of Devil May Lie

“Berga Odell,” he tested it out. “Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

“Madden.” They had not discussed this. “You can’t just—”

“Of course I can. I’m a Devil of Vitality, baby. I can do whatever the fuck I please. And what I want to do, is you. For the rest of our lives. For eternity even, if we’re capable of it. I want it to be you, and I want it to be me. Those people downstairs? None of them matter.”

“You want me to give up my name, just like that?”

“Why not? It’s not like you’re partial to it.”

“It was also my sister’s name, if you recall.”

Madden grabbed Berga’s other leg off the ground and repositioned him so he was completely kneeling on the bed. Then he started moving, picking up the pace of his thrusts. “How about we both agree not to bring our sisters up when we’re fucking, yeah?”

“You started it.”

“I did not.”

Berga growled and then hissed when Madden reached around him and took a fistful of his balls. “Okay,” he breathed through the pleasure, urging himself to focus, “I’ll give mine up.”

“Good, then that’s—”

“If you give up yours,” he finished.

Madden went still. “Huh?”

“Why not?” he parroted. “It’s not like you’re partial to it.”

“That’s…” He couldn’t see the Mad King’s face, but it sounded like he was weighing the truth in that statement. “Accurate.”

“How about it then?” Berga pushed back, catching Madden off guard.

He stumbled off the bed and tripped, hitting the ground with a loud thump. Even if, by some miracle, their parents hadn’t heard their wild fucking, they definitely had to have heard that. Which meant they had to finish this up quick before someone got brave and came to check on things.

Berga climbed off after him and then straddled his waist, lowering down until that cock stuffed his entrance all over again and he could move on it. He planted his hands against Madden’s chest and took control, bouncing up and down on his thick member.

“Pretty sure we were in the middle of an important discussion, baby,” Madden said once he’d regained his bearings. “Not that I don’t love the view, but let’s try to multitask, shall we?”

“You’re the one who brought me up here to screw,” he reminded, but the Mad King was right. “What about Hyde?”

“What about hide? Should I tan yours again? Kind of hard in this position.”

“No.” He slapped at his chest and pinned him back down when he made to sit up. “I meant for a last name. Like in the story.”

Madden hummed. “Not feeling it. I prefer Jekyll.”

“Isn’t that a bit too on the nose?” He’d been joking about using Hyde even.

“How so? You and I are the only ones who know about it. It’s a story from another planet, and it’s fitting, don’t you agree? We’re both a little man and a little devil.”

Berga made a strangled sound. “There’s nothing little about you. Just ask my ass.”

“I would if you’d let me touch it again.”

“Not until we clear this up.”

Madden dropped his head against the ground and rolled his eyes. “I like Jekyll. Let’s use that one.”

“No.”

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