Page 25 of Ride with the Devil

I’ve kissed a handful of women since Emily. God knows I’ve watched enough porn to try to burn the image of Emily beneath Donovan as every adult member f the churche witness in awe—and dismay—as she became the prophet’s bride. Once I was out of Oklahoma, beating my meat became my first attempt at rebellion. My parents disowned me. They thought I was the devil reborn.

A little jerking off and fantasizing over being the one to make Emily mew like that is what you’d expect from a sinner. It was how I was defiant, even if I still can’t bring myself to have penetrative sex until I found the woman I choose to marry.

Brainwashing goes fucking deep, I tell you. I’ve spent five years trying to shake it off, even going so far as the visit the girls who work the upstairs of the Playground to finally say I’d did it for once and for all. But I couldn’t. It’s not even the fear of eternal damnation that had me losing my erection whenever I tried. Melissa even gave me my first blow job to see if that wouldhelp me keep it for the main event. It didn’t, and I never went back upstairs again.

Waiting until marriage… It’s the idea that sex belonged between two people who were in love. Who were bonded in the eyes of the church and the lord. Who belonged to each other.

I know better than to believe that shit now as a grown man, years removed from the church. Tell that to my poor cock.

He’s listening now, and so am I. The pipes somewhere in the cabin are creaking. My prisoner is in the shower, and instead of my dick deflating at that thought, I nearly cream my pants at the thought of her giving me another smirk before dropping to her knees in front of me…

I grit my teeth, shake my head, and double-check that the lock’s engaged. Once I have, I finish the tour of the cabin I neglected to do before I passed out on the couch.

The Burns’s bedroom is off-limits. He gave me permission to borrow their room during my stay, but it didn’t seem right to lay down in their marriage bed, especially knowing that they fuck on it. I have to pretend like a recently married couple—together for about two years or so—wouldn’t take a trip up to their cabin and bang right away on the couch since that’s where I’ll be spending my nights until I have the girl downstairs under my control.

My dick twitches.

I ignore it since, damn it, we both know that’s not what I mean.

She’s made it clear that she has integrity. Morals. If given the chance, she’s turning Devil in. I can’t… I can’t let that happen. So I still have to do whatever it takes to get her to side with me.

To fall for me.

Toloveme, even knowing that I’ll never be able to do the same for her in return.

My dick twitches again, calling me a fucking liar.

No.No. There’s a difference between lust and love, and after spending all of my hormonal teen years, hoping that Emily would take pity on me and at least get a peek at her tits, I know the difference. Twenty-seven years of pent-up sexual frustration has me looking at such a pretty girl and reacting.

Love at first sight exists. I know that, even if I’ve never experienced that myself. Look at Rolls and Nicolette. The Sinners Syndicate’s fixer knew the waitress would be his the moment he met her. He stayed away because he was her boss, and it wouldn’t be right when he had all the power… but he didn’t stay away forever. Now they’re married, and the power imbalance doesn’t seem to bother either one of them anymore.

Shit, Luca. There’s a difference between the manager of the club thirsting after a waitress he hired. But an impulsive driver having impure thoughts about the woman he drugged and kidnapped?

Focus on the job. Prove yourself to Devil.

Save the girl.

That’s all I can hope for.

And it begins with a phone call to Officer Mason Burns.

He answers on the third ring. “Burns here.”

“Hi. It’s, uh, Luca. Luca St. James.”

“Oh, right. The driver in my cabin with the— yeah, yeah. How are you?”

Could be better.

My aching dick agrees.

“I’m alright.”

“You settled in? Find the place okay?”

That’s the least of my worries. “Yup. Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. I’m doing this favor for Devil, and I’ll make sure he owes me.”

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