Page 79 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

“Thank you, Auntie.”

“Anything for my baby girl. Your parents would be so proud of the woman you’ve become.” She touches my face as my eyes slide closed.

“Thank you.” I say, grabbing her hand and bringing it to my lips to press a loving kiss to it. “See you in a bit.”

I head upstairs to my room. Taking slow and tentative steps, lets me reflect on what happened with Wyck. Why is he so worried about my tattoo? He is confusing me more than I want.

We are both playing a game that each of us doesn’t intend to lose. The move-in was just one of many, and when he locked me in my room, I didn’t know what to think. I was beyond pissed and ready to spill his blood, but then he cooked my favorite meal, and the fact that he remembered spoke volumes. Sometimes, he’s showing interest, trying to be friends. But then others it’s as if he hates me, like that attitude he pulled in class today. I can’t figure it out. That prompts me to think way outside of the box.

I make it to my room, step inside, and as soon as the door closes, a hand slips over my mouth, silencing the scream threatening to break free.

“Stop it, I will not hurt you.” A deep voice rumbles from behind me. I feel the heat radiating off his body as it engulfs my own. It should be against some law to be turned on by someone standing this close behind me, who for all I know is a killer. “If I take my hand away from your mouth, are you going to scream?” He whispers so close to my ear, his breath pervades my nose, and I smell peppermint mixed with something else. My pussy pulsates from him being so close to my ear and ass like he is. Not wanting to make matters worse, I simply nod my head, yes. “Good girl.”

Bloody hell, I’m doomed. I don’t know why all of a sudden those words make me come alive. When he turns me around, I look into Karter’s face.

“What are you doing here? How did you get in here?” I smack his chest and feel how chiseled it is under his shirt.

“So many questions.” He mumbles, coming closer to me as I back away from him. “You can’t run from me, Brat.” His smile is so wicked, but I find that I’d probably like the chase more than anything, so I smile back at him. “I knew you were a dirty, little girl.” He says, slamming our lips together in a forcefully, unwanted kiss. It’s sloppy, nasty, and down right dirty, and I fucking love it.

He grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back as he breaks the kiss. Taking that skilled tongue of his, he trails a wet line from the base of my neck, all the way back to my lips where he claims them once more.

I can’t help the moan that breaks free as he devours them.

“That’s right, Brat, let me hear your sounds of pleasure.” He mumbles against my mouth. “I can’t fuck you… Yet. Not until I get his seal of approval, but make no mistake when I do, you will scream formeandmypleasure.” This time, he licks my lips after he declares what he will do to me.

“What? Who- who are you talking about?” I try to speak the words, but they come out jumbled because I’m in a daze from that kiss.

“Aww, you look so cute with those bruised lips I gave you. I wonder if he will see you like this and wonder who did that to you. Shall I leave him something to see when he feasts his eyes on you again?”

“What- what are you talking about, Karter?” I moan.

“Don’t do that, Athens, or I’ll forget that I need the okay to fuck you and do it right here and now.” He growls.

A single, “Okay.” slips from my lips as he just stares at me.

His gaze penetrates through me the way I want him to penetrate my pussy. I don’t know why the fuck I’m feeling this way all of a sudden, but it’s true. It’s gotta be those beautiful eyes of his and that damn face tat.

“Athens, stop looking at me like that.”

“I’m not looking at you in any way. You’re the one that can’t remove your eyes from me.” I mumble. “How do you know my name?” How did I not catch that he called me by my name when I never told him what it was?

“That’s a story for another day, Brat.” He leans in and pecks my lips before he turns around and heads for my bedroom door. “Don’t worry, you’re aunt won’t see me.” He winks before he slips through my door and leaves me standing there… Hornier than ever.

“FML.” I say, throwing myself on my bed, letting my eyes close, and falling into a deep sleep.

I wake up sometime later with an ache in my neck. I got out of bed so fast, I damn near broke my ankle. Making it to the bathroom, I switch the light on and look at myself in the mirror. Turning my neck to the side, pushing my hair out of the way, I see a fucking hickey right under my ear.

“What the hell?” Karter must have come back in and made good on his promise to leave something for Bash to see. “How the hell am I going to explain this?” I whine.

I know what I’ll do, I just won’t be going over there until it’s gone, or I can just hide it with some makeup. Oh, this is an absolute shit show. Just as I’m thinking about what I need to do to avoid Bash, my phone begins to ring. Looking down to see who it is instead of just answering, I see that it’s… Bash. I groan as I prepare to take his call.

“Hello?”

“Where are you? Why aren’t you home yet?” He barks.

“I am home, at my own house. I needed a break after class and came home.”

“Get your ass over here now, Athens. I want to hear all about your day, plus I need to fuck my future wife.” He groans, and I have to bite back the bile that rises in my throat from his words. Something is definitely wrong with me, and I need to get my shit together.

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