Page 25 of Devil's Valentine

Lucifer nods, the look in his eyes thoughtful as he studies the still of the people who broke in on the screen. “First things first, the bakery needs to be cleaned, and everything needs to be fixed up.”

“On it, Prez,” Hammer chimes in.

“Then we’ll deal with getting everything wired properly. We need to try and control the perimeter as well. If need be, we’ll start taking shifts to make sure we have eyes on the bakery at all times. The incidents have only happened at night,” Lucifer looks at me for confirmation, “right?”

“Correct, Prez,” I affirm.

“Let’s make it happen.” Prez bangs the gavel and even though my brothers pat me on the shoulder and congratulate me on claiming my Old Lady, I don’t really stop and soak it in.

I can’t. Not now. Not when I need to have eyes on my woman.

What if she had gone in a little earlier? Would she have stumbled upon whoever broke in? Could she have been hurt?

The moment I see my woman, I’m grateful that she looks relaxed and at home surrounded by Old Ladies. I’m grateful as fuck that so many of them came to the clubhouse for her, even though it’s way too fucking early. I don’t stop until I’m standing in front of Scarlett.

She looks up at me with a small smile on her face. I look at the women surrounding her and nod, “Ladies. Good morning.”

I think they chorus the same greeting to me, but I hardly hear it. Without asking or thinking twice, I reach down and liftScarlett into my arms. I carry her toward my bedroom. Sure, I could take her to the house I have on the compound, but it’s too far away for me right now.

I had the house built about a year ago. At the time it was more a pipe dream than anything else. I don’t spend a lot of time there, only when the clubhouse is too much, and I need some quiet. Normally, I prefer to spend time around the clubhouse because the house can feel too lonely and other times it’s too much.

One day, soon, I’ll take my woman to the house. Then I’ll get her to move in and we can make it our home.

Scarlett wraps her arms around my neck and rests her head against my chest, “Where are we going?”

“My room. I’m going to make you forget everything other than my name and the amount of pleasure I can give you.”

She shivers in my arms as I open the door and then kick it closed behind me. I toss her onto the bed, loving the way she laughs as she bounces. Her eyes are wide as she looks at me and I know she’s thinking something negative about her body. With a shake of my head, she snaps her mouth closed.

“Strip, Sugar,” I demand.

After making sure the door is locked, I start to strip. She doesn’t do the same at first, but when I shoot her a look, full of demands and dominance, she starts to pull her clothes off with shaking hands. I know there will come a day when she’s fully confident in her skin.

I can’t fucking wait.

The moment she’s naked, I push her thighs apart and slide my finger along her slit. She’s already soaked for me.

“So wet for me,” I praise her.

“I’ve been turned on since I woke up in your arms this morning,” she admits breathlessly.

I smirk as I crawl up my woman’s body. The way her hips cradle my body is so fucking good. Her body is perfect, and I love the way her softness cradles me.

“I plan to make you scream my name over and over, Scarlett,” I groan. My cock is dripping pre-cum as I slide my length between the slippery lips of her pussy. “The next time I’m inside you I’ll take my time. But I’m on edge and it’s been far too long since I’ve had you.”

Her body arches into mine as her hand wraps around the back of my neck. “Please, Dean,” she pleads, “I need you.”

With a feral growl, I notch the head of my cock at her entrance and punch my hips forward. I fill her with one, brutal thrust and the pleasure filled scream that comes from my woman is everything.

I’m going to make her forget the sadness she felt at seeing her bakery destroyed this morning. I’m going to fuck her until this morning becomes a distant nightmare.

Every time I bottom out in my woman, she gasps and whimpers. The sounds coming from her only make me want to fuck her harder and faster. I give into my baser needs, our bodies slapping together and creating the most erotic fucking soundtrack.

When we come, it’s together with our eyes locked and our hearts pounding.

Yeah, this woman is mine.

I lean forward and kiss her deeply. I whisper against her lips, “Hope you’re not tired, Sugar. I’m not done with you yet.”

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