Page 27 of Devilish Ink

“I—uh, I—”

“Well, congratulations!” Kayleigh said, hopping up to give me a quick hug. “Welcome to the team!”

“He said ‘yes’?” I asked, incredulous.

Kayleigh nodded her head from side-to-side. “Well, he said something like, ‘We’ll give you a shot. But only on a trial basis. You really have to prove yourself, mister.’”

I laughed.

“He said all that?” I asked, thumbing toward the garage. “With that one grumble?”

Kayleigh winked. “Sometimes he requires a bit of interpreting.”

I grinned. “I’m glad you’re the one doing the interpreting.”

Kayleigh went back behind the desk. “When would you like to start?”

I rubbed my hands together. “How does right now work?”

In my palm, the copy of Ryleigh’s spare key was still rough from the locksmith’s saw. I squeezed it tight against the cold the next night.

The key worked without a problem.

I slipped inside her apartment and softly closed the door behind me.

First, I replaced the spare key on the hook.

Ry didn’t notice its absence. I know because I watched her after she got home last night to make sure.

In her bedroom, I wedged the torch in my mouth once more and unpacked the tools I’d brought in a small black duffel bag along with the new latch.

I’d made sure to get her the most secure one I could find, though anything would have been better than what she’d had.

It made my skin crawl, remembering how easy it had been togain entrance. Thinking of all the men who could have done the same…

I’d kill them.

I’d slit the throat of anyone who dared to even touch Ry.

For my brother’s sake, of course, I lied to myself.

These thoughts didn’t scare me, though they should have. It should have been the moment I realised I’d gone too far. Fallen too hard for someone who could never be mine.

Instead all I wanted was to go farther, fall harder.

Perhaps it was the fact that I was in her bedroom and that her smell was all around me. By the time I finished replacing the latch, my need was so intense. I returned to the laundry basket and found another pair of Ry’s panties.

I devoured her smell. It was becoming familiar to me, but that didn’t make it lose any of its power.

Instead it only seemed to grow. I wanted her smell to mix with mine.

I lay again on Ry’s bed and by the time I shakily unzipped my pants my cock was already leaking pre-cum. I rolled my fist over my head, whole body shuddering. My heels dug into her sheets as my back arched. If I had been in my right mind, I might consider the muddy marks I was leaving.

But I was nowhere near my right mind.

With one hand fisting recklessly around my cock, I suffocated myself with Ry’s panties in the other. Pain filled my strained chest even as pleasure spread with a white heat from my lower stomach. She was in my nose, in my mouth, down my throat, and I wanted more still.

I stroked myself as I imagined her thighs pressed tight against my ears, blood rushing through them.

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