Page 65 of Eye Candy

And the way my Devil stood, how his chest rose and fell with even breaths, told me he was ready to kill Jeb for findinghim on top of me. A part of me wanted to see the violence he’d wreak for me, but another part of me knew Jeb was just a guy wanting to get his dick wet. It was no reason to have him killed.

“Jeb,” I called out. “Don’t.”

Jeb tossed me a glare. “You know this asshole?”

I sat up, nodding once as I slipped off the bed and got to my feet. “Yes. He’s—” How could I describe him without going overboard? How could I get Jeb to leave me in here with him? This was Jeb’s room, after all. He was under no obligation to give me and my Devil privacy. “He’s my ex. Can you give us a minute?”

“Your ex?” Jeb shook his head. “What the actual fuck is going on? I need a drink. This is giving me whiplash.” He sidestepped my Devil, not once breaking eye contact with him as he went to leave the room.

My Devil turned his head, watching him go, and the very moment Jeb was gone, he turned to look at me, slow to cock that head of his and glare. Or, I imagined he glared beneath the mask, a sort of furious how-dare-you look on his face under it. He kicked the door closed behind him, shutting us in, and then he took a single step in my direction.

I stood strong, which was hard, because all I wanted to do was run to him and demand answers. Answers for everything. Why’d he let me go? Why hadn’t he come to me sooner? Why all the radio silence?

“How do I know it’s really you?” I asked, my voice firm.

My Devil slowly tilted his head, almost comically so, and he lifted a gloved hand to the mouth of his mask, his hand tight in a fist. A single finger lifted from the first, pressing against the mask’s mouth, the shushing gesture he always made.

It was him. It had to be him.

“Where have you been?” I asked, my heart beating fast now for all the wrong reasons. Call it Stockholm Syndrome. Call it whatever you want. Call it love, call it obsession, call it a need. I’d spent two years with him as my only visitor. My Devil had shown me the truth, that my dad only used me. He’d opened my eyes to it all, and I’d come to care for him a whole lot more than I should.

I was pretty sure I loved him, even though I’d never seen his face—and that made the bubbling feelings I had growing for the others even more conflicted.

“I needed you,” I whispered, taking another step toward him.

He didn’t speak. He never did. The closest he’d ever come to speaking were those messages he’d sent me before, stating that I belonged to him.

My Devil turned his head, glancing at the door, as if reminding me of the fact that I’d been so very close to giving myself to someone else. His masked face turned back toward me, and I swore I could feel him frowning behind it.

“You don’t get to police what I do or who I do it with when you won’t even talk to me,” I told him. “I haven’t even heard your voice. I don’t know what you look like under there. You could be sixty years old for all I know—”

One of his hands shot out, grabbing me by the jaw and stopping me from saying anything else. His gloved fingers curled up around my jaw, digging into my cheeks. It wasn’t uncomfortable, it didn’t hurt, and yet, as he stepped toward me and angled my head back, I could feel the rage flowing out of him.

And then he did something he’d never done before. He spoke, “You’re mine.” His voice was low and the wordsgrowled out, muffled behind the mask, and hearing him sent a shiver down my spine. That voice, so hard and gravelly… no way it belonged to a sixty-year-old.

No way the body he had belonged to a sixty-year-old, for that matter. He was about six feet tall, with wide, muscular shoulders and a lean, sculpted chest and abdomen. His arms had muscle beneath their sleeves. Everything about him radiated manly.

I was so stunned at hearing him speak that I couldn’t say a word back, not even when he walked me backward, toward the bed. I couldn’t say a single thing as he let go of my jaw and spun me around, forcing my top half down over the edge of the bed. My mind was awash with a strange mixture of surprise and desire when that same hand roamed down my spine and curled around to my hip, squeezing it hard.

Bent over the side of the bed, with my Devil behind me, there was only one thing he could want—the thing he’d kept himself from taking those two years, what he wanted above all else. But it worked out, because if I was going to lose my virginity, it shouldn’t be with some random college guy.

No, it only felt right letting my Devil take it as his.

I let out a gasp when his other hand went to yank down my leggings, exposing my backside to him. My skin grew flushed, my heart skipping a beat or two the moment I felt his gloved hands roaming my ass. Bent over the bed, I wanted him to take everything from me.

My Devil took his hands off me to undo his pants and get his cock out. I couldn’t see it, but I knew it had to be an impressive sight. His body came against mine, the tip of his cock running along the curve of my ass until it found its destination, my cunt.

He didn’t hesitate, didn’t waver. He pushed into me with a single thrust of his hips, filling me up in one pump. I cried out, not quite knowing what it was to expect. My fingers tightened on the sheets below. I wouldn’t quite say it was painful, maybe more of a discomfort, but the feeling of discomfort faded the moment my Devil leaned down and wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, locking my body in place.

It was my Devil. He wouldn’t hurt me. He was only taking what was his, what he’d denied himself for so long.Me.

He let out a muffled groan, and then he started to fuck me.

Being bent over, taken from behind, wasn’t what I thought my first time would be, but I didn’t care. I closed my eyes and focused on the way it felt, on how his hand wrapped around the back of my neck, on how fast and how hard his cock pumped into me. Everything in my life had finally come full circle; maybe after this I could leave the past behind.

A fluttery moan escaped me, my inner core tightening on his cock. The mere fact that it was my Devil fucking me brought me wave upon wave of indescribable bliss. Knowing it was him pushed me to the edge and dangled me there.

And, fuck, it felt so good.

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