Page 19 of Devour

Nicholas stands to his full height. He wordlessly takes my hand and guides me to step back into my dress. Once I’m zipped back up, he leads me to the elevator.

“Shouldn’t I get a pair of underwear,” I ask.

“No.”

“What if they fall out?”

“Kegels.”

“Really, asshole?”

His lips twitch in amusement. “Alright. I guess I win.”

“No.” I take a step back. It’s stupid that I won’t give in because, honestly, what does it matter if he wins whatever stupid bet or game he’s playing at. Yet I can’t. And the darker part of me wants to see where this goes.

The elevator arrives and we step inside. Once the door closes, I turn to him and whisper, “Does this mean once I win I get to shove these dice up your ass?”

“If you win then I’ll reward you with my cock that you’re so desperate for.”

“You’re the one that was so desperate for me you made all kinds of promises and arranged this whole fake fiancée scenario.”

His hand comes up to my collarbone and presses me against the wall of the elevator. “Careful, Little Bit.”

“Or what?” I release on a shallow breath.

The doors open and instead of answering, he loops his fingers through mine and pulls me over the threshold.

Ten

Nicholas

Maeve allows me to slide the dice inside her and bring her downstairs sans underwear, which isn’t a surprise considering her determination to challenge me and fulfill her little fantasy of a wild weekend. How far will she go? Only one way to find out.

She’s correct in that I won’t kill her. I’d rather have her cousins as allies than enemies. But she’s delusional if she thinks that makes her in charge. Her confidence doubled after our little meeting with the boys from KO. It’s time to remind Little Bit who exactly is in charge. It’ll be fun for both of us, but mostly me.

Maeve tries to walk ahead of me, but I reach around and place a hand on her hip.

“We’re together, remember?”

“Don’t try to manhandle me. You can be my fiancé and give me space.”

She starts to slide free, but her body freezes. Suddenly she smiles at me. A genuine beautiful smile.Shit.My heart falters. Maeve looks up at me like I am a fucking god. I would burn theworld to the ground to have her keep looking at me like that. This woman deserves to be on a throne. A fucking queen. I’ve never been sentimental or into the cheesy shit, but I think she just stole my heart. I try to mirror her smile and cover her hand on my chest with mine.

“Nicky, I was only teasing you. I love it when you manhandle me. After all, I’m yours to do with as you please.”

As I please? Well, well, well.

“Maybe we should head back upstairs toplay.”

Her eyes quickly shift to look to the side and then back to me. If I hadn’t been staring so intently at her I would’ve missed it. But I didn’t. I turn my head to see what’s caught her attention. Her hand comes up to cup my jaw, preventing me from turning my head, which only adds to my frustration.

Fucking bitch.

She’s playing me. Leo and Trina are watching us intently. I actually fell for her charm. I don’t mind playing games – but I don’t like being played. She could’ve told me they were here before seducing me under false pretense.

I roughly grab her by the back of the neck and crush her mouth to mine. I don’t kiss her. I devour her mouth. I have every intention of twisting her emotions like she did mine. Shamelessly I slide my hands down her to cup her ass. She doesn’t hold back, either. She matches my intensity. I don’t stop; instead, I keep taking from her. There’s going to be no fucking doubt who she belongs to tonight.Me.

When she’s trembling and breathless in my arms, I release my hold on her. “Feeling lucky?” I ask against her lips.

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