Page 60 of Wicked Devotions: Part 2

“You saw how he spoke to me. That’s not a father, it’s a monster.”

He nods. “It was. Just know that if you need anything, a therapist or someone to talk to, I’m here. I’ll get you whatever you need.”

“I appreciate that.” My muscles begin to sag as the emotions mixed with jet lag hit all at once and a yawn comes from nowhere. “I’m going to go lay down for a bit.”

My bedroom door flies open,and Declan steps inside, waking me from a very peaceful nap. His eyes are wide, and his hair is askew as if he’s been running his hands through it. I sit up, trying to blink away my grogginess and orient myself.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just saw something so horrifying I’m not sure I’ll even be the same.”

“What?”

“I walked past the den and heard noises.”

My brow furrows. “Okay?”

“Sex noises.”

“Sex noises?” My eyes widen. “Mom and Cillian?”

“Yes.” He’s pale as a ghost.

“Guess the marriage isn’t so fake now?” I’m fine with it. He treats her like a queen.

“Not just our parents.”

My gaze locks on his. “What?”

“Felix, too.”

I blink. Then blink again. “I did not see that coming.”

“Right?” He shudders.

“Were they all three…?”

“Yes. All were actively participating.”

It’s gross to think about, but I’m also kind of happy for my mom. Way to get what you want.

“Why aren’t you more disturbed by this?”

“Probably because not more than forty-eight hours ago I was getting fucked by two guys at the same time. And it was incredible. I told you I want more. Why would I be grossed out or judge my mom for doing the same thing?”

It’s his turn for his eyebrows to shoot to his hairline. “Did you just sayfuck?”

I pause. “I did, didn’t I?” A smile creeps over my face at the rebellion. For most people it’s a normal part of speech. But forme it feels so much bigger. “Fuck. Fucking fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck.”

A huge grin stretches across his face as he strides toward me. “Okay, don’t strain yourself. That was a big step.” He bends down and kisses me long and slow and sweet. “Has my sweet angel fallen from grace?”

“Lock the door, and I’ll show you.”

He quickly turns away from me and flicks the lock. “Are you planning on seducing me?”

“I am.” I pull my shirt over my head and drop it to the floor. My bra comes next. I follow the way his gaze dips from my face to my breasts as he walks back toward me. “Can we try something new?”

“We can do whatever you want.” His hand lifts to touch me, but I step back.

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