Page 99 of Sinning for Santa

“No.” I beat Devon before he can respond, shooting him a glare, because even though I like him defending me, this is my fight. “He’s not my client, but I do serve him. I give him whatever he wants whenever he wants and however he wants it. Even now, his cum is leaking out of me.”

The phone goes dead.

My lungs stop working.

The room falls silent.

What have I done?

I stare at my phone, the black screen now all that remains, and my heart sinks.

Eddie will call my dad.

My dad will call Dr Xavier.

And Dr Xavier will take me away and…

“Jax.” Devon’s large hands envelop each side of my face, lifting my head so I have no choice but to look at him.

“He’s going to come here.”

“Who is? Eddie?” Devon asks, his deep chocolate eyes staring into mine like he wants to see my soul.

And maybe I want him to see it.

“No. Dr Xavier. He’ll come for me now. He’ll take me…”

“No, he fucking won’t,” Devon hisses, pressing his forehead to mine. “I’ve already told you, if he comes here, he’ll get shot. Besides, Eddie doesn’t know where you are. Dom already checked your phone for trackers, and you haven’t shared your location with anyone, so your fiancé has no idea where to find you.”

“Ex fiancé,” I whisper, and a smile spreads across Devon’s face.

“Well, yeah. I’m pretty sure the wedding is called off now.”

I grin too. “What a shame.”

Devon isn’t usually like this. Soft. Caring.

It’s far from the cocky guy that insisted I kiss him before he was about to die, as well as the man that held a gun to his guard’s head at the gate after I tried to flirt my way out of this place.

Devon Marx may be a monster, but he’s not the same kind of monster that Dr Xavier is.

Feeling more exposed than I did when Devon had me practically naked, my ankle bound to the confessional and his eyes staring at my most intimate place between my legs, uncertainty creeps its way in.

Devon doesn’t know exactly what happened in my past, but I’m sure he got a good idea after listening to those voice messages, and after Eddie called.

Will he think of me the same way my parents did when I was a child? Will he decide I’m not worth protecting?

“Where are you going?” Devon’s question confuses me, because I’m still perched on his desk, his large hands cupping my face as he stares into my eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I point out and he shakes his head a fraction.

“In your head. Where are you going?” His thumb strokes my cheek as his gaze studies me. “I feel like you slipped away there for a moment.”

Shit.

I did, didn’t I?

“Dr Xavier is a shrink,” I admit, but Devon doesn’t say anything, continuing to study my eyes like they will reveal everything. “You’ve already seen how unhinged I can get. Maybe it’s best if you dump me on the side of the road somewhere and forget about me.”

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