Page 6 of Devil's Den

“What?”

“Talked about the places you clean?”

“No, I wouldn’t do that. Ben has been different, and, well, he’s not interested in my lame cleaning job, so, no, he wouldn’t, you know, do anything like that.” She rubbed at her temple. “How do you know this?”

“This is not my first time meeting Ben Hunter. It isn’t even my second time. The first time, he was trying to rig a fight with his friend. I let that one slide, as I had already placed mybets. Another time, he’d been talking about hitting some kind of pawn shop which I happened to own, so I advised him against that. I was rather amused, and now, he attempted to steal from one of my casinos, while also trying to cheat. That is when I took offense.”

“A casino?” Beth’s hand slapped down on the table and he watched as she clenched it into a fist.

“Your brother, Beth, is an opportunist. He doesn’t want to work hard for a living. He wants everything handed to him on a plate.”

She shook her head. “He wasn’t like this back home. He was reliable, dependable, hardworking.”

He sat back and watched the conflict in her eyes. Rome hadn’t intended to cause a rift between brother and sister; however, he couldn’t help but tell her the truth. It was only a matter of time before Ben messed up and Beth was dealing with the consequences. That was what pissed him off more.

He was going to reap the benefits this time, and enjoy Beth’s beautiful body. He knew men like Ben, and he would consider it an out, using his sister. Rome didn’t like that. Even though he’d used this hand himself.

Ben was not going to hurt his sister again. Men like Ben eventually snapped, and it would get them both killed or thrown in jail.

“Or maybe your brother seemed like a peach compared to your parents?”

She took a deep breath. “Oh, wow,” she said. “You’re right.” She pressed her lips together. “I don’t know what to do.”

“You’ve been surviving without him. I suggest when this is over, you change the locks or move out.”

She rubbed her temple.

“However, I am more than finished with my dinner, and now I would like to move onto dessert.”

He pushed out his seat and reached for Beth’s hand.

She didn’t fight him as he pulled her to her feet and then drew her naked body flush against his. He didn’t know if she felt this way too. Like they had this connection that didn’t make a lot of sense and yet at the same time did.

He’d never felt this compelled by a woman, and he certainly wouldn’t bargain a man’s life for the pleasure of a woman. Rome made people suffer. He made them pay for their actions.

Beth didn’t deserve any of that.

Reaching out, he thrust his hand across the table and sent the contents flying across the room and to the floor. Pushing her toward the table, he ran his hands down her back and gripped her ass. He squeezed the tender flesh, and he heard her gasp.

He lifted her onto the table, and then sunk one hand into the back of her hair, with the other, he cupped her cheek. Tilting her head back, he did something else he wasn’t known for—he kissed her.

Rome had a rule. His lips never touched a woman’s. He would fuck them, lick their pussies, but he never kissed them. It was his one solid rule, one he refused to break, until now.

Women always thought they had a hold over him with a kiss. It was too intimate. He could do whatever he wanted to their bodies, but when it came to kissing, he refused to give anyone his lips.

Beth didn’t know about his rules, and he wasn’t about to let her in on his little secret.

Her lips felt so soft beneath his. Sliding his tongue across her bottom lip, he felt her moan, and he took full advantage as he glided his tongue into her mouth. She moaned his named, and he swallowed it down. Another whimper escaped her.

Letting go of her head, he caressed down, taking one of her breasts within his palm, feeling the weight of it. He strokedacross her tight nipple and heard her subtle moans. She was so responsive, and he loved that she didn’t hold anything back.

Moving down, he went straight to her pussy and stroked over her clit, finding her soaking wet. There would be time to explore her body, but for now he needed to be inside her.

He pulled her off the table, spun her around, and bent her over the edge. His impatience didn’t get the better of him, and he didn’t just slam his cock balls-deep inside her. He couldn’t help running his fingers over the curves of her ass, stroking the full flesh. He gripped her rounded buttocks and then spread the cheeks apart. Staring at her anus, he knew before the month was over, he was going to feel her tight little asshole wrapped around his length.

He let go of her body, slid the zipper over his erect flesh, and then reached inside, pulling out his large, stiff cock.

The temptation to plunge balls-deep inside her was so strong, but he held himself back, and instead grabbed for a condom he kept on himself at all times. There was no way he was going to have any kids, or risk thinking a woman had power over him. He would never be at the mercy of another human being—man or woman.

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