Page 22 of Devour

He keeps a safe distance from me as we ride the elevator to the top floor. I can’t stand the silence or the tension hanging in the air.

“Where is Gram if all the rooms are booked?”

“I have an area of rooms that are exclusive to VIP clients and family. It’d only be right to have my future in-law stay there.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re really committed to playing your part.”

“I give one hundred percent to everything I do. Pure dedication.” The elevator dings and the doors slide open. Nicholas walks over to the mini bar. “Another drink?”

“Sure. Thank you.” I take a seat on the bar stool and watch him remove his jacket. “Who is Cleric? Mark frowned at the fact that you two are associates.”

“Cleric took me under his wing for a long time. He molded me into who I am now.”

“A monster?”

“Ouch. I prefer what he called me. ‘The Wolf.’”

Nicholas places a glass of wine in front of me. I twirl the glass and then take a small sip. It’s divine. “This is delicious. Just leave the bottle right here.” I pat the counter in front of me. “So, why did he nickname youthe wolf?”

“He actually uses the French word.Le Loup.Since I’m half French. I received the nickname mostly because of my tracking skills. He said I could hunt anyone down. I’m ruthless, territorial, and loyal.”

“Interesting.”

“Interesting?” he repeats. “Do you find my skills interesting? I have more that I could show you.”

“I was wondering if you enjoy the hunt.”

“Extremely. I always have. I was the master seeker in hide-and-go seek.”

“Really? Wanna play now?”

His eyes brighten. A lust-filled look passing over them. “Remember what I told you. I always win. And this time, if I catch you, I will devour you.”

“Deal.” It sounds like I’ll win either way this goes. After watching him lick the dice and telling me he wants to taste directly from the source, I’ll be a gracious loser. My competitive and defiant nature wants to beat his cocky ass though. “But first, I need to get out of this dress.”

Nicholas hurries around the bar. I move to stand, but he blocks me from taking a single step. “Allow me.”

My lips fall open as he rips the dress and jerks it off me. Then his lips are on mine, his tongue pushing its way through to massage mine. Nicholas pulls away and asks huskily, “Are you wet for me at the thought of me chasing you?” He nips my bottom lip and then asks, “Or should I just find out for myself?”

“You’re a fast learner.”

Two fingertips slide over my pussy, rubbing and teasing my sensitive skin. “I plan to own this pussy tonight. I’m going to torture you with my tongue. Be prepared for a long night, Little Bit.”

“Why do you keep using my Gram’s nickname for me? It’s kind of weird.”

“To fuck with you,” he says, like it’s completely obvious.

“Can you not?”

“Isn’t it conflicting for you? Hearing that term of endearment, that sweet little nickname, while being on the verge of sinful bliss. Does it mess with your head?”

“No.”

He pinches my clit. “Liar. I’ll punish you for that after I catch you.” Nicholas sticks his fingers in his mouth as he steps away from me. “I had clothes delivered for you. They’re in the bedroom closet. Hurry. I’m not going to give you much of a head start.”

“What are the rules?”

“You can hideanywhereon this property. You can’t leave the resort. Casino. Restaurants. Rooms. Gym. Pool. Anywhere as long as you don’t leave the grounds. Choose your hiding spot wisely. Because once I find you, I’m fucking you.”

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