Page 84 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

He rips his finger from my mouth, pushes me away from him, and stands to his full attention. He pulls off his shirt, comes to me and throws it over my shoulders. It barely covers my ass, and I can still feel the cool air fan my pussy, no matter how much it’s on fire and in need of another release.

“No matter how bad I want to fuck you right now, I don’t think that would be wise. I was so wrapped up in how beautiful you were, and how sweet you tasted that I didn’t even tend to what is hurting you.” I open my mouth to protest when he silences me with one finger over my mouth. “No more talking, get in bed.” He orders.

I eyeball him for a split second, before I shake my head, slowly making it to his bed and crawling in.

Once I’m inside, laying flat on my back, he crawls in behind me. I turn away, giving him my back, when I feel him reach out and grab me around my waist pulling me flush against his solid chest. He wraps the covers around us moments later.

“Don’t leave this room without me knowing.” He growls. I feel his dick against my ass, and it does nothing to calm the raging storm forming between my legs. When I don’t answer, he leans in and bites my ear. “Do you understand?”

“Yes!” I shriek.

“Good, now go to sleep.” Talk about a possessive man. He sure is a natural at giving orders, and it would seem I’m a natural at following them, because that’s exactly what I do.

I close my eyes and dream back to where I was not so long ago. When things seemed right in the world, and I thought I could have a different life.

Chapter Sixteen

Wyck

AsIlistentoher soft snores, I wonder, why the fuck did I insert myself into what happened?

I know the answer, I just don’t know why I care so much. I guess it’s a good thing I decided to come back home tonight, or I would have lost her.

She’s not mine in the first place. Seeing her that way brought me back to the times I used to come to my mother’s rescue.

There wasn’t much I could do back then, but there sure as shit something I can do now. I’m a man and much bigger, stronger, taller, and wiser than my father.

Her sighing causes me to look at her, study her. She is so fucking gorgeous it hurts. I should hate her even though I don’t have a valid reason yet. Soon, Dash will find out her true intentions, and I will have my answers.

She stirs, coming closer to me and all time stops as I get a glimpse of her tattoo.

I will make her tell me what it means. It’ll be a challenge because she’s a brat, very feisty. Taming her won’t be easy but I’ll do it with the help of my Devils.

I saw the way they looked at her while she was at lunch with her friend, and I know they want her, too.

I don’t often share with them, but this time I will make an exception. After tonight, she will no longer be fucking my father if it’s the last thing I do. That shit will stop sooner than it began.

I slip my arm around her waist and pull her even closer into my body. Her arm reaches out and wraps around my waist, and I can’t stop the smile that appears on my face. I place my chin on top of her head and inhale deep and long, committing her smell to memory.

“Gingerbread.” It’s a fitting smell for her. Sweet yet spicy, just like her attitude. The thought has me snickering to myself. I don’t know what it is about her that doesn’t have me cringing at her touch, but I allow her to stay there.

After tonight, I don’t know how I’ll be able to keep myself out of her way. Not only does she live here, but I also have a class with her three days a week. On the plus side, I am getting a kick out of interrupting her classes whenever I want. This little game we play has its advantages, even if I’m putting in more effort than I should be. There is something addicting about pushing her buttons. I stifle a groan as I nestle into her and let sleep carry me away.

I wake up to the sunlight cascading through the windows in my room. Cracking open my eyes, I see Athens still asleep beside me, but instead of her having her wrapped in my embrace, the tables have turned.

She has one leg in between mine, while the other rests on top. One of her hands is tangled in my hair as her soft snores continue to grace my ears. I lay my head back down on my pillow for a moment longer, while I feast my eyes on her.

Why couldn’t she be ugly? Then I wouldn’t have a problem leaving her to live a miserable life with my father. Clearly she doesn’t know him as well as I do, and if she sticks around long enough to try and figure him out… It might be too late.

I should say it’s not my problem, but something is preventing me from doing so. My phone begins to ring.

Quickly disengaging our tangled limbs, I slip out of bed and retrieve it.

“What?” I grunt.

“We have a problem?” Onyx’s voice rings through the receiver.“We have plenty of problems, be more specific.”

“There was a breech in another one of our warehouses on the West side.”

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