Page 8 of Heart of a Devil

Chapter

Four

LAUREN

Ha, I’ve heard that one before. Safety is a myth, along with love, but it’s nice to play along for a while. Let myself dream.

I give in and allow myself to snuggle up to him, my hands around his neck. “I could get used to this,” I say as he carries me up the stairs. “I may never bother walking again. Will you be my slave, Sebastian?”

“Anytime, sweetheart. I will carry you around and worship your cunt whenever you ask.”

My eyes widen at his language, but there’s a ripple of pleasure down below in response. What is this man doing to me?

He steps into a bedroom and throws me onto the bed without any attempt to make it gentle. I bounce twice, and he bursts out laughing. “There you go, madam. Comfy?”

“Perfectly, thank you. This is nice.”

He gazes around the room, taking in the chintzy curtains and floral wallpaper. A big vase of fresh pink roses is on the dresser, and the whole place smells of their sweet floral fragrance.

“I suppose so. But I prefer the view from here.” He stares at me hungrily, and I shiver at the intensity in his eyes. I’m excited,but also a little scared. This man completely unraveled me with one hand on a kitchen table while he was still fully clothed. What the hell is he capable of in a bed?

“Me too,” I reply, hoping he doesn’t hear me gulp. I’m not lying. He really is gorgeous. I want to see his body, to touch his skin, to feel him move inside me. I want everything, and I want it now. I’m greedy for him in a way I’ve never been greedy for a man before, and I can’t tear my eyes away.

“Like what you see, Hot Sauce?”

“Hot sauce? Are you seriously comparing me to something you’d put on a taco?”

“Well, not going to lie, I do love tacos. That’s why I’m about to eat yours.”

“Ha. Funny. But my pussy is tired. Gloria needs a little break.”

He laughs. “Your pussy is called Gloria?”

“She certainly is. What’s your dick called?”

“I’ve never given him a name. But if I did, I’d have to add ‘the Magnificent’ after it. You know, like an emperor or some such shit?”

“Really?” I say, laughing. “He’s an egomaniac, is he?”

“Nah. Just knows his worth. Do you have names for any other parts of your body, Lauren?”

“I do,” I say, stretching out on the bed, luxuriating in the feel of the soft fabric of the sheets. “Maybe I’ll introduce you to them if you’re lucky.”

“I think we both know that luck has nothing to do with it—and that me and your whole body will be the very best of friends by the end of the night.”

I wonder what Thelma and Louise will have to say about that, but even as I do, I can feel my nipples hardening under my dress. I’m guessing they’ll be very pleased to make his acquaintance.

The flirtatious conversation has helped me get my balance back, and I wonder if that was his intention all along. He must have known how intense that whole thing was for me, even if he doesn’t know how much of a surprise it was.

Giving up control does not come naturally to me, but I can’t argue with the results. I might hate myself for it later, but being Sebastian’s good little girl and begging him to make me come was the most fulfilling sexual encounter of my life. So far, at least. Something tells me it might be topped before the night is out.

“Before we go any further, sweetheart, we should discuss logistics. Do I need condoms?”

“I’m clean, and you don’t need to worry about me getting pregnant. But thanks for asking. You?”

“Clean, and even less likely to get pregnant.”

Funny too. Could he be any more perfect right now? “Now that we’ve cleared that up, is there any chance you might take your clothes off? Or do I have to beg for that too?”

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