Page 40 of The Devil Within

Fuck, that’s worse. Shit, I’m blowing this.

“I like it.” She takes another sip of wine. “And I like you.”

I can’t help the bright smile that spreads across my face. She likes me. I mean, I know she does, but hearing her say it has my insides churning with anticipation. I’m glad she likes me, but I need her to admit that she doesn’t just like me. I need to hear her say that she’s ready to be mine. I don’t just want her interest; I want all of her, forever.

“I like you too, Flower. In fact, this is the first date I’ve been on in, oh, I don’t even know how long.”

I’m not lying. Dating feels … unnecessary at this point. It’s all frills before fucking. It’s fake and irrelevant. But I wanted to show her that she means more than that to me. She is everything.

“More of a fuck ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy?” she snarks.

I might need to tame some of the brat in her. The thought has my cock twitching behind my zipper. She’d look so good bound up and at my mercy. I’m going to thoroughly enjoy ruining her.

The waitress brings out our food, slightly flashing me a side of tit while she’s at it. I growl in annoyance at her rude gesture. We’re here clearly on a date and this little bitch is ruining it. Luckily, my Flower seems to observe my irritation and smirks. At least one of us is entertained by this nonsense.

The waitress finally fucking leaves, giving me the space I need to seduce my prize. She twirls her pasta before taking a bite and groaning in delight. The noise makes my cock thicken in my slacks. I bring my hand beneath the table and pull on the tip of my aching dick to release some of the building tension. I want to fuck her so damn badly. I want to lay her on the table and feast on her dripping cunt until she screams loud enough for both Heaven and Hell to hear who her pleasure belongs to.

“If you keep making noises like that Flower, we will have to take our food to go,” I growl.

Her cheeks flush the most delicious shade of red and I’m immediately struck by her beauty. She looks down at her lap, trying to play shy. I know she’s not shy; I’ve seen the way she fucks. She’s definitely not shy.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, drawing my attention from the seductive creature across from me. It’s an alert from my security system.Fuck. I quickly open the app and scan through the screens until I see her. My little pet is entering a room she’s most definitely not supposed to be in.

She will definitely be getting a punishment for this.

Liv clears her throat before asking me something, but I can barely hear her over the blood rushing to my ears when I think of what my pet might find in there. I’m certain I locked the gun safe, but I’m not sure I turned off the monitors.

When I look up, Liv is staring at me. Cool simmering rage isapparent in her features.Shit, how long was I looking at my phone?

“Sorry, what?” I mumble.

“Nevermind,” she grumbles before shoving more food in between her beautiful lips.

I chance a glimpse back down to my phone. Celeste is still in the control room.Damn it. I pick at my food, uncertain about how to fix this. Liv is pissed, I’m pissed, and Celeste might be discovering all my secrets as we speak. I’ve told her a lot of truths, but I’ve left out everything about Liv. I felt that might be too hard for her to come to terms with on top of everything else. Now, I might not have a choice but to tell her my entire plan. This isnothow I planned to have this night progress. I hate when things don’t go according to plan. I drum my fingers against my thigh in annoyance.

When the waitress comes and offers to box up our food, I immediately agree. I need to go home and deal with that problem; which unfortunately means that my sweet Flower will have to wait for another night to have my cock shoved down her throat.

“And will you be needing anything else this evening, sir?” the waitress asks as she hands me the check and our to-go boxes. “My number maybe? I get off in an hour and could use a drink.”

Add this fucking bitch to the list of things that have gone wrong tonight.

“Jessica, is it?” I ask as an idea pops into my head

“Yes, sir,” she croons as her lithe fingers dance up the seam of my button down. I want to twist the fingers from their sockets and shove them down her stuck-up throat. No one, and I meanno one, makes my girl feel like less than she is.

“What I need from you … is an apology.” Liv’s beautiful emerald eyes shoot straight to mine. Her pupils are blown wide and her mouth hangs open in surprise. The urge to shove myentire length in between those perfectly pouty lips is so strong. She’d choke on my cock so sweetly. “You were exceptionally rude to my beautiful date. So you can either apologize to her and get the fuck out of my sight, or I can speak to your manager, who happens to be a good friend of mine, and inform him about your abysmal customer service abilities.”

Liv snorts slightly and attempts to cover it with her hand over her mouth. I mourn the loss of seeing her beautiful, full lips. They’re painted a pretty pink color tonight that would look so good smeared on my length. A small smirk pulls at the corner of my lips at her amusement. Bitchy Barbie slowly turns to face me, looking thoroughly disgusted. She refuses to make eye contact with either of us as I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms and looking thoroughly smug.

“Well?” Liv asks her. “I am waiting for my apology.”

“Sorry,” Barbie mumbles quickly before storming off.

Good thing she was smart enough to apologize, otherwise things would have turned very ugly for her.

Liv begins to giggle like a sweet school girl. Her laugh is soft and light—so unlike her. It’s intoxicating. I can’t stop the deep chuckle that rumbles from my own chest. She brings the napkin to her eye and dabs at the corner as she tries to maintain her perfectly done makeup.

“Let’s get out of here. What do you say?” I suggest as I rise from my seat and offer her my hand.

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