Page 38 of Devour

“Yes. Yes. I promise.”

Promise? Who is she promising? Dammit. I have to know. Who is it she’s promising? Who is making her wet? Who is dominating her dreams?

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. This has to be my lowest moment. I’ve never been a voyeur or this big of a pervert. The sight before me on my screen is going straight to my dick. Is it me she’s envisioning pounding into her?

“Henry.”

Henry? I quickly type a message on my other phone to my team asking who in her life, past or present, is Henry.

“Henry…Henry, yes.”

They send their response of no knowledge of a “Henry,” but they’re in deep search for who this could be. She reaches her orgasm and sighs, completely sated and satisfied. I narrow my eyes as she smiles to herself. “Oh Mr. Cavill. Always.”

Cavill. Fucking Henry Cavill. The actor?

That’s fair. I’m still insanely jealous, but I’ll allow it. A genuine deep laugh escapes me over how insanely jealous I was a moment ago over a celebrity crush.Hhhmmm.I’m going to have to up my game if that’s who I’m competing with in her fantasies. Then again, he can be her fantasy as long as I’m her reality. Once I’m in her bed every night, she won’t need fantasies when she’s experiencing real earth-shattering orgasms from my touch.

Soon, Little Bit.

Twenty-One

Maeve

Gram lives in the country back in my hometown. She’s the person I’m closest to in our family, and life in general. Saturday mornings are coffee and donuts with Gram. It’s been our tradition for a while. I pick up donuts from our favorite bakery and take them to her house for us to share over a pot of coffee.

I let myself in the through the garage door and call out, “Gram! I come bearing gifts!”

The smell of fresh brewed coffee greets me as I enter the kitchen to find – not Gram. “What the hell are you doing here? Where’s Gram? Gram!”

Nicholas Deschamps sits at my grandmother’s kitchen table with a cup of coffee and a smile. He looks devastatingly handsome. And by the way his eyes are lit up, the jerk knows it. Before answering me, he takes his time sipping his coffee. “I was invited.”

“Little Bit! You made it!” Gram steps into the room perfectly fine, and full of sunshine.

“I have,” I deadpan while staring at Nicholas. “I see you have company. Thought you knew better.” I tilt my head. “Vampires can only come in if you invite them, Gram.”

Completely unaffected by my snippy remark, he says, “That’s only a myth.”

“Nonsense, you two. Sit down, Little Bit.” Gram gestures toward the vacant chair next to Nicholas.

I put the box of donuts on the table. To my horror, Nicholas opens it first. He extends it to Gram, who beams at him as she takes one. I brought those donuts and they’re not for him! There’s no use saying anything. I take my seat and am assaulted by his intoxicating scent. The magnetic pull. My brain can’t function at full capacity with him this close. I don’t know how to feel about him being here. I’m thrilled to see him but also terrified. The dangerous criminal, who lives severalstatesaway, is sitting in my grandmother’s kitchen. A sliver of sanity comes to the forefront of my mind.

“When did you get here?”

Nicholas crosses his leg, placing his left ankle on his right knee. The gleam in his stupid gorgeous blue grey eyes is really starting to annoy me. “Today.”

“Today,” I repeat. That means he can’t be my stalker. “Why are you here?”

“I’m building a casino. Or did you forget?”

“Here in my grandmother’s house, asshole.”

Gram gasps. “Language, Little Bit.”

The moron chuckles because me being scolded is hilarious. Never mind this manipulative opportunistic weasel has the audacity to show his face here with his stupid shit eating grin.

She takes a donut and places it on her plate. “Now, I left something in my room and called the hotel. Mr. Deschamps was such a dear to return my call himself.”

“Do you personally call all guests for lost and found items?” I glare.

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