Page 37 of The Devil and His Goddess

“Thanks,” I mumbled. Running into Dante when I was trying to get away from Perseus was just a reminder of the golden man, and it annoyed me. I needed to distract myself.

The minute I had Bradley in my room with the door shut, he pounced. He grabbed either side of my head and smashed his lips against mine with a deep moan. My back slammed into the door as his tongue swept into my parted lips. He ground his hard erection against me, and I opened my legs wider for him to access where I burned.

“God, you’re so good,” Bradley gasped as he showered my throat in wet kisses. “So fucking good, Dollface.”

Was I horny? Hell, yes.

Was Bradley’s nickname making me wild with want? Not by a longshot.

In fact, every time he talked, the flame started to die. But I didn’twantit to die. I didn’t want Perseus and his stupid attention to be the sole reason my core hungered for more. So Ireallyneeded Bradley to cool it with the “Dollface” nonsense—hell, with talking in general.

I pushed on his chest to guide him toward my bed, and I yanked his shirt off on the way. His body wasn’t bad by any means, and when I scraped my nails down his pecs, a delicious shiver traveled up my spine.

Until he spoke again.

“I bet you’re so wet. Right, Dollface? You want this bad?”

That slickness between my folds threatened to dry up like the fucking Sahara desert. Eager to salvage what I could of this potentially gratifying moment, I smiled salaciously at him and asked, “How do you feel about being tied to the bed?”

His face shuttered in pleasure like the mere suggestion nearly made him cum. “I’m so down.”

Since my headboard didn’t have any poles or slits to tie his hands to, I had him lay with his head at the foot of my bed. I grabbed some rope I kept in my kink drawer, and I bent over his face to tie his hands to each of the two foot posts. His hips dry humped the air as he whispered profanities about my pussy and tits, which he playfully tried to bite at as they hovered over his face. It was getting hard not to outwardly roll my eyes at him, so with another plastered-on smile, I grabbed my blindfold and slipped that over his eyes.

“Oh God baby. You’re killing me,” he heaved, tossing his head side-to-side. “Sit on my face. Please. Sit on my face and let me have that sweet nectar.”

Thank God the blindfold was on, because I actually gagged.Nectar? Did he think that was hot? His dirty talk was about as appealing as fucking a cactus. He clearly loved talking, so maybe he’d surprise me and put that tongue to some actual good use.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” I teased.

I straightened to slip my skirt off but froze when my phone buzzed on my nightstand. With a quick glance at the writhing guy on my bed, I grabbed my phone to find a text from one of my newest contacts. My stomach flipped when I saw the name “Peasant” lighting up the screen, and the heat that had dwindled to a mere simmer reignited into a full-on inferno when I read his message.

If only he knew that while you were dancing on him, you were dancing FOR me. Make sure he knows that while he’s fucking you, you’re pretending that’s me, too.

I bit my lip as heat slicked through my core again. All because of his stupid message.

“Baby, please,” Bradley begged, drawing my attention away from my phone.

I quickly put the device down and finally stripped out of my skirt. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, so that cool air immediately engulfed my hot center, which, thankfully, grew hotter as I climbed up Bradley’s body to straddle his face.

He made an indecipherable sound as my damp pussy brushed his lips, and he shook beneath me seemingly with anticipation. I didn’t have anything in front of me to hold onto, so for now, I relied on my own core and leg strength to hover above him so that he could toy with me without smothering him.

And toy with me he did, because this was maddening.

His tongue lapped at my core like a dog at their drinking bowl, and no matter how I tried positioning myself where he could access my sweet spot, the idiotstillmissed it. I even closed my eyes andreallytried to focus, clinging onto the brief seconds where he’d find what I liked, but he kept licking at nothing.

“I bet you like that,” he mumbled between my legs and in between his tongue flicks. “I bet you’re eating this up.”

I groaned, and he mistook the sound for one of pleasure instead of what it really was—absolutefrustration.

“That’s right, Dollface,” he encouraged. “God, grind on my tongue.”

I bared my teeth as my brows slammed down in aggravation. I couldn’t take it anymore. This guy sucked. My eyes and mouth snapped open as I prepared to tell him this wasn’t working, but as soon as I did, I froze with a sharp gasp.

Because we were no longer alone.

Chapter 14

Harper

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