Page 43 of The Devil's Weakness

“It was stupid,” I admit. “But I had to try.”

Tears begin to fill my eyelids as I think about my failed escape. How stupid was I to attempt it?

“You tried to run.” It wasn’t a question.

I nod, unable to speak. Blade’s eyes hold mine for a moment before he opens a packet of antibacterial cream and squeezes some on my cut.

Watching him bandaging me up, the care he’s taking with me, I wonder what it would be like if we met under different circumstances. Would he be cruel? Kind? Would he want to have anything to do with me?

When he’s finished, he doesn’t look up. He stands between my legs with his hands gripping the edge of the workbench, holding himself up. When one of my tears falls from my cheek onto my leg below, I see Blade’s head turn slightly, following it. He cups my leg, wrapping it in his large hand, and runs his thumb over the wetness, drying it from my skin before his eyes meet mine again.

Holding me hostage, I can’t bring myself to look away from his possessive gaze. Just like the night behind the diner. Like yesterday in the motel room and again on the forest floor. He moves closer to me, millimeter by millimeter, agonizingly slow until his face is a fraction from mine.

This time, when his lips hover over mine, I whimper. Not because I don’t want him, but because I don’t want him to stop. I worry he will, but a second later, his lips finally connect with mine. My heavy breathing morphs from panic to need. I rest my hands on his forearms as he deepens the kiss. He runs his fingers through my hair the same way he did in my dream the day before.

The thought of it coming true intimidates me, but my body yearns for more of his touch. I moan into his mouth as my clit throbs. Running my hands up his arms, I silently plead for him to give me more.

“I’m going to be very clear about something, Sasha.” He tears his lips from mine, panting heavily.

There’s a fury in his eyes, but it’s not from anger. It’s pure lust running through his body. Gripping my head firmly so he has my undivided attention, he continues.

“If we take this any further, there will be no stopping it. And I don’t do gentle love-making, either; Iwillfuck you. Are we clear?”?

I can’t think straight, my mind unable to make my mouth move and form words. All I can do is nod, but even that is weak.

“Good girl,” he praises, tearing my shirt into pieces and letting it fall around me onto the surface of the workbench.

As he takes in the sight of me, I sit up straight on the bench and wrap my arms around his neck. My lips are begging to feel his on them again.

“One more thing.” He stops my forward motion by gently placing his hand on my chest. “After this, you’ll be mine.Forever.”

Chapter Thirteen

Mine.

I’m tired of fighting the urge that has been coursing through me, wreaking havoc on my body since that night behind the diner. I’ve tried everything I can to get her out of my mind and keep her from starring in my most devious fantasies. It’s my turn now. I’ve given up a lot in my life trying to help and do right by others.

Are the circumstances ideal? Far from it.

Do I have any right to feel the things I’m feeling for her? Absofuckinglutely not. Not only is she an outsider, but she’s way out of my fucking league.

Do I care?Fuck. No.

I took an oath and have given my entire life to this Club. While I don’t regret it, I’ve also given up a lot of shit too. I’ve never felt this way about someone before. There have been many girls in the past. There have been countless experiences that have pushed me to my limits. But through it all, nothing has ever made me want to break my oath; until her.

“Do you understand?”

She nods her head again, her hazel eyes unfocused. She’s still just as unsure as she was a moment ago. I’m a motherfucker for getting her worked up enough to agree to anything I say, but I don’t care. That’s how I live.

I do what I want. I take what I want.??

Aside from official Club business, no one tells me what to do.

“Good girl.”

I press my lips to hers again before I lay her back on the workbench. She’s going to get oily and dirty, but I don’t care. I’ll take her into the shower, clean her off, and get her dirty all over again if I want to. Briefly, I think back to standing in her motel room while she was showering, wishing I was in there with her.

I pull my shirt over my head and toss it onto the floor next to me. Unbuttoning her jean shorts, I tug on the zipper. Dragging them down her legs, my cock aches to be inside of her the moment I spot the purple silk of her thong.?

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