Page 16 of The Devil's Spawn

I let out a high-pitched mewl, instantly forgetting where I was. In fact, I was pretty sure I forgot my own name. “Master,” I cried, tears wetting my cheeks. “I need you…need you so much—ahhh! Don’t stop! Oh God! Not yet.”

I thought I’d plummeted off the cliff already, but I’d merely been floating, weightless in my desire for him. That first orgasm had been extraordinary, but this…I had no words, and no mind left to keep my wits about me. My cries escalated to a pitch that was ear-splitting. He shoved a sweaty palm over my mouth.

“They’ve heard enough. This is only for me.” He swiveled his hips, his shaft rubbing in a way that slowly marched me to my end. I was going to tear myself apart in his arms. We fucked all the time, so why this time was so different, I didn’t know. More emotions were involved, morefeeling, more…everything.

“There, baby. You’rerightthere, aren’t you?” His lips curved into a sly grin. “But you’re not coming again.”

“Why?” I whimpered into his palm, eyes wide with a plea for mercy. Why was he doing this to me now? There was no way I could hold back, and the way he moved inside me told me he knew it. No, that sparkle in his indigo eyes spelled it out.

“Because I said so. But what I say doesn’t matter right now, does it? You love my cock so much you’re gonna cream all over it anyway.”

I squirmed underneath his powerful body, spewing muffled protests into his sweaty palm.

“You don’t have my permission.” He closed his eyes for a moment and let out a harsh breath, then he removed his hand from my mouth.

Our bodies moved together like a well-oiled machine. We were meant to interlock in exquisite harmony, in rapturous agony. He was born to own, and I was designed to bend to his iron will.

“Please, Master,” I whined. “Please let me come again.”

“What will I get in return?”

“Anything you want.”

“Be careful what you promise,” he groaned. “I’ll always hold you to your word.”

Oh, he was sadistic as hell. I had no weapon to fight him, nor the strength. He plunged me to the heights of another orgasm—one that would cost me greatly—and as I contracted around his cock, I didn’t miss that familiar devil’s smile.

8. Coup

My time spent in Gage’s office this afternoon had left me fucked on an emotional level. But it also shot me to a high from which I never wanted to come down. However, as soon as I pulled into my driveway and spotted Katherine’s shiny red car sitting in Gage’s parking spot, my mood plummeted so fast it could have caused whiplash.

She alighted from her vehicle with grating nonchalance as I shut off the ignition. Her arms, enhanced by subtle muscles that some men found sexy, crossed over the white bosom of her suit. I hated how she managed to embody the definition ofput-together. Her red lips matched her nails to perfection, and hell…I wasn’t blind. She’d look perfect and gorgeous on Gage’s arm—another observation that gutted me.

Shoving aside my petty, envious thoughts, I headed to the front door, muttering a “what do you want?” on the way.

“Don’t be nasty, Kayla. I’m only here to talk, woman to woman.”

I unlocked the door before turning to confront her toxic presence. “We have nothing to talk about.” Shooting her a fake smile, I added, “So why don’t you take your jealous ass home and go cry into a pint of Ben & Jerry’s?”

Much to my irritation, she didn’t seem affected by the barb. Casually, she glanced at her diamond-studded watch. “In about an hour, the only thing I’ll be gorging on is your husband’s cock.” Her icy blue eyes widened, feigning incredulity. “You didn’t think you were the only one sampling that fine cock, did you?”

“Get the fuck off of my property,” I seethed.

She tsked-tsked. “You’re just the trophy wife, Kayla. So that makes thishisproperty. I’ll leave when I’m ready.”

I folded my arms and prayed for composure because I was two seconds away from tearing into her flawlessly made-up mug. I thought of Eve, and how she needed her mother at home instead of in jail.

Katherine pursed her painted lips. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m sure Gage enjoys having you cook and clean and cater to his cock at his beck and call, but I’ve got a child to think about too. So I’m here to give it to you straight. Gage is in love with me. He’s been fuckingmefor months, ever since he found out about Conner.” For a fraction of a second, she had the nerve to appear contrite. “It’s really not fair to you, or to me, so I think it’s past time you know.”

Clinging to my outward front of stoicism, I remained silent. But a porno of epic proportions flashed through my mind, starring Katherine and my husband, and I found my pretense in jeopardy of crumbling at any second.

Don’t lose your shit now.

“You don’t believe me, do you?”

“I trust my husband.” Even as I said the words, I couldn’t ignore the ever-present niggle of doubt. Forget the hypothetical porno. The memory of Katherine on her knees crashed into me with the violence of a hurricane. I ached to wash the recollection in red, ached even more to tear into the bitch and scratch the smugness from her face, blast the haughtiness from the curve of her pouty mouth.

I wanted her blood on my hands. I’d spatter every last piece of clothing Gage owned with crimson if he were fucking her.

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