Page 3 of Homecoming: The Devil's Society

Not taking my eyes off her hazel ones that I’ll forever be captivated by. “Gladly.”

Taking her hand in mine, I lead her up a stone step. It only takes a couple more steps as we reach the front door. Turning the iron handle, the latch clicks as I push it open. It’s unlocked, so I suspect Rogers left it that way on purpose.

Which fucking annoys me, and he knows it.

A loud gasp comes from behind me as we walk in.

The space is all open, large dark wood beams running across the white ceiling. A tall, dark stone, wood fireplace reaches from the wood floor to the tallest peak of the ceiling. A nook is carved out within where a large television is mounted, with built-in bookshelves lining both sides. A large glass coffee table and two oversized cream couches finish the area off.

Large windows line the back wall, which are tinted and overlook the patio and outdoor space that houses a kitchen, hot tub, pool which is covered until next summer, and acres of green space and forest.

Iron chandeliers hang from the ceiling and a dining space is off to one side by the living room, with the kitchen and oversized island on the other. A hallway off the kitchen leads to the master wing. An additional hallway just off the entrance leads to the guest rooms and garage.

“E, this place is incredible. You can see the mountains from here!” Rain shakes my hand with excitement.

Embracing her into another hug and resting my chin on the top of her head, I picture her naked in my basement and coated in blood. My cock gets hard, pushing against my jeans. “I still have so much to show you, little bat.”

Thankfully, this place is stocked with everything we need. Tonight we can relax before the chaos begins tomorrow.

My skin itches with need. It’s been a couple months since everything went down in Blackwood and I need this release.

As Rain unpacks in her walk-in closet—I have my own—she shouts, “Why did I even bring a suitcase? This closet is completely full!”

I don’t respond.

“Eventually you will have to tell me why we are here and what the fuck is going on.”

There she is.

Tired Rain is far too sweet, which is fine once in a while, but I prefer her like this. No bullshit, speaks her mind, my little bat.

As she appears in the entrance way with her arms crossed and eyebrows raised, my phone vibrates in my pant pocket while I am sitting in the lounge chair next to the large window in the bedroom. Pulling it out, I see it’s a text from my dad saying he will be over later tonight.

Placing the phone down on the table next to me, I stand up, walking over to Rain.

Looking down at her, she doesn’t budge, her face still annoyed with her arms crossed over her chest.

Roughly, I brush my thumb across her lips. “On your knees. Your filthy mouth needs to be filled.”

The corner of her lip tries to smirk but she stops it. Not wanting to show the effect this has on her. If there is one thing I know, my little bat loves sucking my cock, and she is going to fucking do it like a champ whether she wants to or not right now.

“My dad’s coming tonight, so you will get your answers then. But right now, I will be coming down your throat. Now, get on your fucking knees,” my voice rasps, mixed with authority and need.

She challenges me, keeping eye contact and raising her brow. It’s all part of our little game with one another.

“I’ll give you a treat after, don’t worry, little bat.”

This has piqued her interest. Rain’s eyes sparkle at the new incentive. Biting her lip, she slowly begins to kneel down before me. Her eyes never leave mine, they become more dilated with each second. As her fingers touch my button and zipper, my cock becomes rock hard, waiting to come out and play.

Popping the button quickly, she makes sure to do my zipper slowly. It takes every ounce of self-restraint to not do it for her and shove my cock into the back of her throat. But I know whatshe's doing. Punishing me for not giving her any information about why we are really here.

Sometimes it’s easier to see it than hear it.

And if I were to explain that I am also from a corrupt family, who allowed me to embrace my needs, who has had control over the local government and has been the force behind many crime organizations in the area for generations, I’m not sure she would believe me.

Typically, I couldn’t give a fuck if someone believes me or not.

But with her, everything is different.

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