Page 15 of Devious
“Take a shower with me,” he commands.
I shake my head. “I already took one.”
He drags me by the arm off the bed. “I wasn’t giving you an option.”
Anxiety swallows me whole. There is no way I’m getting in the shower with him. He might take this chance and force himself on me, and I don’t have any way to defend myself. And the way he looked at me earlier tells me he’s going to waste no time fucking me.
My heart pounds in my chest, and adrenaline rushes through my body. I dig my heels in, but my toenails scratch against the floor.
“Let me go!” I scream.
“You go willingly, or I’ll force you to go.”
I stare at the handsome devil. His hard, sculptured chest falls and rises as he breathes loudly. My feet drag against the floor as I follow him to the spacious bathroom.
He removes his dark cotton boxers and stands naked in front of me, stroking his huge-ass dick. “Strip, now.”
My bravery is dying a slow death. Can I really go through with killing him? Hopefully, I won’t chicken out when the time comes. With trembling hands, I pull my nightgown over my head, and it barely makes a noise as it hits the marble floor.
Devious’s lustful eyes drink in my naked body, and then he twists the silver knob on the shower. The muscles in his back are tense and strong—cut.
“Step into the water.”
On shaking legs, I step onto the shower floor. The blistering water sprays over my body, and Devious hovers over me. The shower is more than big enough to fit two people at once. His erection pokes at my lower back, causing a stir between my legs. Why does he turn me on? He shouldn’t have this effect on my body. My breasts feel heavy, my clit aches, and my pulse thumps loud in my ear. I step back, putting some distance between us. He squirts soap on his hand and scrubs his arms, then his torso. My eyes drink in every inch of his body, trying not to admire his muscles. He scrubs his fingers raw, and the soap around his nails turns a shade of light pink. He stands under the showerhead, then leans down and grabs my chin, but I move my head to the side. He grips me harder, planting a kiss on my lips.
He yanks my jaw toward his dick, and my eyes glance down. “Look down. My dick gets so fucking hard for you, nymph.”
I gulp loudly as he presses my fingers around his hard cock. I feel the veins in his shaft. Desire yanks at my belly, and my nipples are sensitive and so hard, they could cut diamonds. I’m torn and confused by the way I feel. I want him to touch me but not take my virginity.
He uses my hand to stroke himself hard and fast. After he groans, warm cum spurts on my stomach and onto the white tiles. I’ve never seen cum up close and personal, but I’ve seen it on a porno once. It felt good on me and I fight the urge to ask him to fuck me.
Devious grips my throat but not hard enough to choke me. His rough lips press against mine, and I feel his other hand get tangled into my curly hair.
Desire eats at me like a disease in my body. I can’t deny I enjoy the kiss. I don’t want to. God, I don’t want to. He’s the only man who’s ever made me feel like I’m ready to combust at any moment.
Breaking away, he turns the water off, then steps out, nabbing a black cotton towel and patting my body down gently.
I expect him to force himself on me, and yet he’s being a gentleman. He said he can be nice. I don’t care how nice he is to me—he needs to die.
He wraps a towel around his waist, and we step into the bedroom. I pivot toward the door, and Devious yanks me by the waist, slinging me on the bed. He pins my hands above my head and thrusts his finger inside me, and I groan loudly. As I turn my head to the side, his breath tickles my cheek.
“That’s it, baby. Fight me.”
His erection digs into my thigh, and my core aches with need. I’m liking the idea of being taken without permission, that he’s forcing himself on me.
“Spread your legs wider for me, baby. Let’s see how long you can hold out on coming in my mouth. Count until you come in my mouth.”
He releases my hands, drives my legs apart, and then he trails kisses up my thigh and my core. Shame swallows me whole, and my arousal grows rapidly through my body. I don’t want to enjoy this, but I can’t help it. I hate my body for responding to him.
“I don’t want to. I mean… I don’t know what I want.”
“Relax, nymph. Just enjoy it,” he states, then lowers his mouth onto my clit.
His warm tongue circles around my clit. He thrusts both of my legs in the air, rubbing the back of my thighs.
I try to think about my favorite shows to keep my mind off the way my body is responding to him, but I can’t help it; his tongue feels too good.
He removes his mouth from my clit. “I said count.”
