Page 55 of The Devil's Weakness

The cruelest thing he can do to me right now is to make mefeel.

Don’t make me crave your touch when all I want is to leave this place and try to forget that you exist.

Chapter Seventeen

From the firsttime that I lost my virginity, and every time I’ve been with a woman since then, I’ve fucked them.

There was no slow love-making. No soft caresses. It was hard, fast, and rough. Most of the time, I didn’t even care if they got off. I was doing it to fulfill my needs. Not theirs.

With Sasha, it couldn’t be more opposite. I wanted to take my time, run my hands all over her body. Making sure every inch of her was relaxed.

I never expected her to beg me to fuck her.

For the past several hours, I’ve done exactly as she’s asked. Despite the distant look in her eyes, I fucked her repeatedly—on the bed, the floor, up against the wall, bent over my nightstand—until she begged me to stop. Then I fucked her some more.

“Fuck, Sasha…” I pant as she comes down from another orgasm.

Reluctantly, I pull out of her, even though it feels like my dick is going to fall off. I grab my towel off the ground and bask in the sight of my cum dripping from her opening for a second before I use it to clean her up.?

“Did you…?” It’s as though she’s woken up and is just realizing what happened. Though, she’s a little late to the party. This is the second time tonight that I’ve come inside of her.

“Did you come inside me?” She sits up quickly, the exhaustion replaced with alarm.

“Yeah.” I shrug my shoulders. “What about it?”

“But, I’m not… I’m not on birth control!Fuck!How could you let this happen?” she screams at me, trying and failing to shove me backward.

“First of all,” I grab her wrists, keeping her close to me, “it takes two to tango, little girl. You didn’t ask if I had any condoms, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to suggest it. No one forced you to do anything you didn’t want to do. Second, I told you. You’re mine now, and I take care of what’s mine. If you happen to get pregnant… well, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

“But…”

I press my lips to hers, not letting her finish her sentence. It’s very effective because when I pull away, she doesn’t speak again; she only glares at me. I walk across my room and pull a t-shirt and a pair of boxers from my drawer. Her backpack is in my closet, filled with the clothing she had on her when she left town. But I don’t mind keeping her naked or draped in my own clothes for now.

“Get dressed.” I toss the clothing at her. “We’ve been at this for a while. It’s already dinner time. Bon-Bon usually has food on the table at five-fifteen… five-thirty.”

“Dinner? With—with your friends? Willeveryonebe there?” she questions, trembling slightly.

I watch with disappointment as she wraps herself in my bedsheet.

“With myfamily.And yes, everyone. Is there a problem?” I ask.

“You’re asking me to sit at the same table as the asshole who slapped me, threw me down, and made me bleed. There’s no fucking way I’m going anywhere near him.Ever.”

“Let me explain how this works one more time.” I place my finger under her chin and raise her head so she’s looking right at me. “You. Are. Mine.I will take care of you, but you need to listen to what I tell you. I’ll also make sure you’re safe at all times. Fromeveryone. Well… from everyone other than me.”

I wink at her, but she doesn’t appreciate my humor.?

Even though I was serious.

“Come on. We don’t want to be late. After dinner, we have a lot to discuss regarding how things work around here.”

The overwhelmed expression on her face grabs my attention. I’m not versed in women. I’ve never wanted an ol’ lady, so I never took the time to figure women out. But this is common sense. I put myself in her shoes for a minute. Her entire life was turned upside down in a matter of days. Then it got flipped around again in a matter of hours. I think we can skip a meal or two until she gets a little more acclimated to her new life.

“Okay, how about this? I’ll go downstairs and grab us some food. We can eat up here and talk things over. I understand if you’re not ready for the whole family dinner thing yet.”

She takes a deep breath, relief flowing through her that I’m not making her go.

“Thank you,” she says.

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