Page 18 of Devour

“You are precious. I could slit your throat and have them killed before midnight. And although I do love the color red against your pale skin, I have better uses for that throat.”

My eyes widen and I take a step back. “You’re a monster.”

“I said I could kill you…not that I would.”

He’s trying to scare me. It’s a challenge, but I’m not backing down. It’s a dangerous gamble, but I believe he won’t hurt me.

I sidestep around him. “Let’s go down. I haven’t had a chance to play any games.”

A strong hand wraps around my wrist. “That’s a lie. You’re already playing. Remember?”

I spin around and smirk. “Your games don’t count.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Bet.”

“You talk a big game, Little Bit.” He flashes me a white smile that’s blinding but also has a hint of wickedness to it. There’s no doubt about it. I just challenged the devil.

Nicholas holds up a finger for me to give him a minute. He strolls across the room and disappears behind one of the doors to the right. It’s only a minute before he returns with one hand in a fist.

“Hike your dress up,” he commands.

“Excuse me?”

“You said you wanted to play. I won’t ask again.”

My heart races as I ease the fitted material up. It doesn’t go easily. “This isn’t going to work. The dress is too fitted.”

“Not a problem. Unzip your dress.”

Feeling defiant, I shoot back, “You do it. Oh wait, I’m sorry. You’re my fiancé tonight.” I give him a pouty expression and beg, “Would you please be a dear and help me with my dress? I can’t seem to reach the zipper.” I bat my eyes and pretend to struggle with reaching the zipper.

He releases a dark chuckle. “What kind of fiancé would I be if I didn’t offer you assistance in this matter?” In one swift movement, Nicholas is behind me. Painfully slow, he eases the zipper down. “Now be a good girl and hold still.”

Nicholas comes to stand in front of me. I refuse to cover my nude body. He doesn’t physically touch me, but the heat from his eyes scorches my skin. “Open your mouth.”

My lips part and Nicholas holds up a red dice. He places it on my tongue and then closes my mouth with his fingers. It’s cold and hard on my tongue. I can feel the dips and curves of thewhite dots. He holds his palm out in front of my lips. “Now give it back to me.”

Again, I do as he commands, only for him to place a second one in my mouth. We repeat the same process. Goosebumps scatter across my skin as he lowers himself. He thrusts a single large finger inside me. He releases a sound that’s between a growl and a moan of approval. Then he adds a second finger. My pussy tightens around his fingers.

“I need you to hold on to something for me.” Before I can process his words, I feel something hard and square being pressed into my opening.

“Wh-what are you doing? Those don’t go in there.”

His dark chuckle is followed by him pushing it all the way in and then adding the second one. It’s slightly uncomfortable but not painful. I’m not sure what to do with the foreign object inside me.

“Why do I need your dice inside me?”

“You’re going to hold them for me until I need them.”

He can’t possibly mean…

“I have hands that are, funny enough, intended for holding things.”

Nicholas ignores my statement. He runs his fingers between my legs, eliciting more arousal from me. “That’s a good girl.”

This is not what I was expecting, but has anything gone as expected or even remotely normal on this trip so far? Just add getting dice shoved up my pussy to the list of bizarre things that happen in Vegas.

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