Page 45 of The Devil's Weakness

Holy shit is right.

Fuck.

What the fuck did I just do? I let my dick do all the talking. What’s happening to me?

You’re pussy whipped, that’s what.

I back away from Sasha quickly. I need to put some distance between me and her; now, for both of our sakes.

“Get dressed,” I order her firmly.

“What about my shirt…” I try not to look at her as she sits up, her perky tits glaring at me like fucking high beams.

Her shirt. Right. I look at the balled-up fabric in my left hand, soaked with my cum from one of the biggest orgasms I’ve ever fucking had.

Fuck. I let things go too far.

I drop her shirt into the trashcan in the corner, then I take my shirt off and toss it at her, not meeting her eyes. I pick up her bra off of the floor and place it on the table next to her.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Still in a bit of a daze, she throws my shirt over her head. I watch her out of the corner of my eye as she scoots off of the workbench and grabs her shorts from the floor. She reaches out for her thong, but I get to it first. I know this is the end for us, but I at least want a small souvenir. Placing the fabric up to my nose, I take a whiff of her for the last time.

I chance a brief glance at her and watch as mortification has her eyes nearly bugging out of her head. Stuffing the damp silk into the pocket of my jeans, I place my hand on her shoulder and pull her toward the cell again.

“Blade?” she calls out, a slight hitch in her angelic voice.

She sounds both confused and heartbroken, and it’s ripping me apart inside.

“Get back inside, now.”

“What? I—I don’t understand…”

“I have some things I need to do. Now, go.”

I need to get my head on straight. I need to see how I can make what just happened okay with Stone and the rest of my brothers. I don’t know if I can, but the only way for her and me to move forward from here is if they’ll accept her. If Iron wakes up, there’s a chance.

There has to be.

“But we just… and you said…”

“Sasha,please.”

I don’t say anything further. I just look at her with pain in my eyes. I have no right to ask for her sympathy, and she’d be a fool to forgive me for what I’ve just done. Each second that passes with me standing here, holding the door to her cell open, I crush her spirit more and more.

How fucking stupid could I be?

“I’m such an idiot…” she cries. There’s no mistaking the hurt and disbelief on her beautiful face.

I want to tell her thatIam the idiot, not her. But I don’t. When I can’t bear the sight of her broken expression any longer, I plant my hand on her slumped shoulder and guide her back into the cell quickly.

A moment ago, she curled into my touch. Now she cringes away from me instantly. “Don’t fucking touch me!” she screams. “You disgust me.”

She spits on the ground at my feet. She may as well have ripped my heart out of my chest, but I’d deserve no less. Without looking her in the eye, I close her in again, solidifying just how much of a fucking bastard I really am.

The sound of the lock clicking into place is as loud as a shotgun blast. I back away from her cell and take the stairs up two at a time. When I get to the top, I’m headed toward Stone’s office, but I stop in my tracks when I see him in the middle of the living room. Standing like a statue with his arms crossed and a look of fury on his face.

“What the fuck did you do?” he shouts in anger.

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