Page 20 of Devil's Den

He wasn’t going soft. There was not a single soft bone in his body. Yet, he reached up and grazed the tips of his fingers against his cheek, feeling the exact spot she had touched, and it seemed almost foreign to him.

Get a grip, Rome. She’s here for easy sex, nothing else.

He kept trying to convince himself that was exactly why she was here, as he followed her into the movie room. He joined her on the sofa and stole the spoon out of her hand.

“Hey, I’m using that.”

“You were using it, and now I am.” He winked at her.

“I should have known you’d be a thief.”

He stared ahead at the big screen. “You want to tell me what we’re watching?” he asked.

“Something scary, I hope.”

This made him pause as he turned to glance over at her and she shrugged.

“Don’t look at me like that. I work on the theory that one will cancel out the other. Trust me, I don’t like horror movies, but I do what I must.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” he said.

“Why, Rome Hayes, are you afraid of a little scary movie?” she asked.

“No, I’m not.” He didn’t have time to watch movies. Scary shit on a television screen didn’t scare him. Growing up as a kid, hearing real bumps in the night, and living with his own bogeyman of a father, made scary movies seem more like animated movies. Of course, he should have known it was going to be a slasher movie.

Beth stole back the spoon, and he watched some guy go on a killing spree. The more blood, the more bored he got. There was a point when he did see one killing, one that reminded him of what he’d done to his father, and he knew the blood didn’t spurt that way. The dramatic effect was what made it do what it did. None of it was real, and he’d lived in the harsh reality of the real world. One he couldn’t get away from.

Grabbing the remote, he’d seen enough, and as she cried out, he did no more than silence her with a kiss.

He expected her to push him away, but instead her hand went to his shoulder and she seemed to grip him closer to her. That was good. He needed to feel her full lips against him.

Needed her to be close. She was like an addiction to him. One he currently didn’t want to give up. There was going to come a time when everything made sense again.

There were no rules, though.

He took the carton of ice cream from her hand and placed it on the table in front of him. It didn’t take him long to get her naked, but the moment he could get to her tits, he took each one into his mouth and sucked the hardened peaks.

Beth moaned, arching back, offering up those full, ripe tits for him to suck. He pressed them together, and while he was teasing one with his mouth, with the other he stroked his fingers across the turgid peak. He loved listening to the sounds of her gasps. The sounds of her moans filled his soul with pleasure.

Moving to the other breast, he lavished the same kind of attention on that nipple, until he couldn’t take anymore. He had to have a taste of her sweet cunt. This time, he didn’t take his time, but moved between her thighs, spreading them open, and licking from her cunt up to her clit. He swirled his tongue around her clit, hearing her moan and whimper as he did so.

“Please, Rome,” she said.

He kept his focus on her clit and slid his tongue back and forth, until she cried out and writhed against him. Rome didn’t stop until she was screaming and begging for him, and he expertly sent her body over the edge.

Before she could come down from her release, he slid between her spread thighs, lined his cock up against her entrance, and then began to fill her. Inch by inch, he watched as she took his cock, and then he slammed balls-deep inside her. Once again, no condom. He loved feeling her wet pussy wrapped around his dick, and he looked down at where they were joined, seeing his cock covered in her slick orgasm.

He took both of her hands, pressing them above her head, keeping her at his mercy, and holding her in place. She released a little moan, and then Rome didn’t hold back. He’d made love to her and fucked her. Tonight was about losing each other and forcing those memories that were fucking with their heads out of the equation, so he took her hard and fast.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh as he fucked her harder, echoed around the room. He felt another orgasm building within her, and he guided her toward that peak. The moment she went over the edge, he didn’t have long before he joined her. All it took was two thrusts, and he filled her pussy to the brim. Pulse after pulse, he filled her up, and then he collapsed over her, pressing his face against her neck.

This was not punishment to him.

In that moment, he felt like it was his salvation.

Chapter Seven

Rome grabbed her hand and walked her through the crowded nightclub, and she didn’t fight him, as she was more than happy to get away from the crowd. Men and women were all but having sex on the dance floor. She didn’t know how anyone could call what they were doing dancing. To her, it appeared on the explicit side, and she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing.

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