Page 46 of Devour

I hate that I want to laugh at his sarcastic humor. I hate it even more that I want to let him do all the sinful things I know he’s capable of doing to my body. Guilt and shame fill me, but I can’t help myself. Maybe it’s time to accept I’m messed up in the head. He could kill me right now but my only thought is,one more orgasm before I go?

“One kiss,” I tell him, knowing damn well it won’t stop at one. It never does.

To my surprise, he stands up, and walks until he’s standing before me at the head of the bed. I expect him to bend down, but again, I’m taken off guard as he undoes his pants.

I’m confused as to what is happening right now. “What are you doing?”

“Getting my kiss. As you promised.”

“Excuse me if I’m missing the obvious, but why do you need your dick out for that?”

“Sweet Maeve. We made an agreement that I’d get one kiss, but you failed to specify who would kiss and where.”

This sneaky bastard. “You’re really pushing your luck.”

“It’s worth the gamble. Odds are you get pissed and kick me out – which was where this was originally going anyways or I get those pretty lips, that I’ve been masturbating to in the shower every day, finally on my cock.”

Shame and arousal fill me. Then a devious plan forms in my mind. His new favorite past time has been fucking with me. Time to join him in his game. He wants to play. I’ll play.

Determination to give him the best case of blue balls fills me. I want him lost to me and completely at my mercy right before I leave him so sexually frustrated that he’ll think twice before breaking into my house and whipping his dick out. The other option would be to just bite it off. But if we’re being honest, I still might have future use of said penis.

I gently wrap my fingers around his base and then cup his balls with the other hand. My lips place a soft open mouth kiss on the head of his penis. I moan as my tongue swirls around the head and the slit. Tasting his precum, I suck on it and begin to take him deep. A low growl comes from somewhere deep within him. He whispers my name. “Yes. Fucking, yes, Maeve.” I suck him deeper, harder, and faster. “You’re so good. You’re so damn perfect.”

He won’t be singing my praises here in a minute. I’m not sure if my panties are getting damp at his words or the thought of pissing him off.

I feel his cock hardening more and his body tensing, so I take him once to the back of my throat and then quickly release him. I place my hands on his thighs and push him hard enough for him to stumble back.

“What the fu – ”

I grab my phone and run to my bathroom. Slamming the door shut and turning the lock, I giggle at his confused silence. Two seconds later, there’s a soft knock on the door.

“Care to enlightening me on what the fuck just happened?”

“Next time you want to visit me, call. Next time you want your dick sucked, ask. No more tricks and respect my boundaries.”

“Fine. Are you going to come out here and finish what you started?”

“You said one kiss. I completed the terms of our agreement.” Then in a honey sweet voice, I purr through the door, “Good night, Nicky.”

Twenty-Four

Nicholas

It’s official. I’m in love with Maeve Goodman. I didn’t think it possible for me to love. Or at least, I think this is love. Even when she pisses me off, I can’t stay mad. I enjoy her company. She doesn’t annoy me like everyone else or make me on edge. Maeve Goodman soothes my darkness and anger at the world, proving that there’s goodness to be found. She’s sweet and has a gentle nature. She graces the people around her with patience and kindness. She doesn’t care about my wealth. In fact, the only time I’ve ever witnessed her be greedy is when it comes to her insatiable desire for my cock, and I’m more than happy to feed that hunger.

We’ve spent the last two months with me flying back and forth from Las Vegas. I’ve been struggling to respect her boundaries, as in I’m still technically not. Do I still have her followed? Of course. I have to know she’s safe. I do text her from my real number now and I’ve not made any death threats to her co-workers, which is progress. I’ve stopped breaking into her house while she’s sleeping. There’s no need since I spend thenight. She protested at first, but I persuaded her with my skillful tongue.

Today Maeve and I are in West Memphis to see the inside ofLe Louve.This casino is very similar to my other one, but I did alter the designs last minute to incorporate more red and elegance, like my little she-wolf.

We’re both all business at the moment. Maeve may think I only hired her as an excuse to fuel my obsession, but honestly, she’s brilliant. I wouldn’t have invested millions otherwise. I could’ve easily booked her for a smaller scale event. After researching more of her career, she’s proven herself capable, but she’s been held back by her employer.

I hear my men arguing with someone off in the distance. I turn to Maeve. “Wait here.”

This is a closed site. Nobody else should be here except for crew. Upon entering the lobby, I see who they’re arguing with and I freeze.

Cleric.

“There’s the man I came to see.” His low timber states with ease. Cleric is clearly humoring these men. If he wanted to, he could’ve already killed them.

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