Page 2 of Devil's Den

Just because she was nice and kind, and tried not to cause conflict, it didn’t mean she wouldn’t beat the shit out of her brother for what he had done.

She was about to lose her virginity to a man she didn’t know, who also happened to be some kind of crime lord, or king, or boss, or whatever they called men in charge in the dark underbelly of the city. His home was a very clear indication of the fact he had power. The guards a second one.

Rome Hayes was not a man to mess with, and her brother attempted to steal from him. She had to pay the price, otherwise her brother would be dead.

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Rome moved back, giving Beth just enough room to slide right inside. The scent of strawberry assailed him, and it was the same scent that had been driving him crazy all day long. From the moment he saw her last night, he’d not been able to get her out of his mind.

She stepped into his home, and he closed and locked the door. There was no need for pleasantries. He’d been clear last night about what he wanted from Beth.

He was used to getting what he wanted, but with her, he had to be a little more persuasive. He’d already hurt her brother, and he did have every intention of making him suffer,but staring at Beth, he’d known what he wanted.

She’d answered the apartment door dressed in a pair of sweatpants, and a too-large t-shirt that had been torn at the neck, and hung off her arm. Her blonde curls had been pinned on top of her head, and she looked like she had just woken up.

To him, she’d looked like she had just been fucked. She’d stared at him, and he’d sensed her panic at what her brother had done. That panic had soon changed to anger.

In a split-second, he’d been intent on Ben packing up his shit, and he was going to make him work. The moment he looked at Beth, he’d wanted her. Rather than do the chasing, he’d decided to offer her a deal. For the next month, she was going to live with him, and be at his disposal to do with as he pleased.

Since she had agreed, admittedly reluctantly, he’d called up one of his guys on the police force and asked him to dig up as much information on Beth and Ben Hunter as soon as possible.

Ben was a waster. For the last five years, he had bounced from job to job, never quite fitting in. Beth, on the other hand, had started work at a very respected cleaning agency, and the reviews of her work were exemplary. There was a small incident where she’d been accused of stealing, but Beth had fought the allegation and the thief had turned out to be one of the nannies working for this wealthy couple.

Beth had received a small compensation payout, which she immediately put into savings, as well as an apology. She’d also stopped cleaning their home, and from what he’d learned, the couple struggled to get anyone to work for them.

She was a model citizen. Her parents were not. They were drunks, drug addicts with an addiction to not working for what they got. They wanted the easy life. It appeared that away from his parents, Ben was the same. He wondered if Beth even knew the reason he had his shit together back home for them, was the fact he worked for one of the biggest crooks in town.

Ben failed to make his life work here, with his sister. He’d never been a nine-to-five kind of guy. He worked harder than his parents, but he also wanted bigger payoffs for less demanding jobs.

Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, he reached out for Beth’s bag. She gave it to him, but he saw how nervous she was. Her hands shook as she handed him the bag. He rested it on his shoulder and took the stairs, knowing she would follow him.

Her feet clicked on the hard wood of the stairs, as she followed him up. He’d gotten one of his staff to make up a spare bedroom for Beth to stay in. He had every intention of keeping this strictly about fucking; however, now that she was here, he didn’t want to keep her at arm’s length.

Going to his bedroom, he opened the door and stepped inside.

Tossing her bag into the closet, he spun around toward her. “You can put your shit up later.” He moved toward the bed. “Now, I want to see what I paid for.”

“Paid for?” she asked.

“Strip.”

Beth’s eyes went wide.

He wasn’t a patient man, and seeing as he’d spent most of the day with a raging arousal, he was going to see what now belonged to him.

Women were forever at his disposal. All he ever needed to do was click his fingers and one would be there, on her knees, ready to suck his cock. Beth was different. She looked so nervous, and he couldn’t deny it, that nervousness was super cute.

He wanted to take her right then and there. To bend her over something and fuck her raw. In that moment, he wondered how many men had gotten the pleasure of fucking her sweetcunt. There was no information about her love life; the cop had said there was nothing available. No ex-boyfriends or ex-fiancés lurking. He found that very hard to believe.

Beth was a beauty, with long blonde hair that clearly held a natural curl, and it wasn’t fake either. Full, lush tits she tried to hide in clothes that were too large for her. A small waist, but full hips and thighs. She was all woman.

Some men might consider her on the large side, but to him she was perfect. She was all curves and softness, and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. His cock was rock-hard.

“Ugh, do you want me to clean anything?” she asked.

“Take your clothes off, and I don’t like giving an instruction twice, Beth,” he said.

She took a deep breath, and he watched as she fidgeted with her shirt. Again, it was two sizes larger than what she needed.

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