Page 54 of Devious
“No. It wasn’t your fault. He was more worried about your well-being. My brother likes you.” He flips the food over and sits on the barstool next to me. He grabs a box of cigarettes from his pocket and offers me one, and I shake my head. He lights it, and he blows smoke from the corner of his mouth and flicks ashes into the sink.
“I doubt that. I’m just a debt that needed to be paid.”
For the first time, the reasoning why we’re together makes me mad. It’s because I’m his captive and I was hoping to be more to him than a debt. I like Devious a lot.
He shakes his head. “That’s not true. Devious watches you all day via the cameras throughout this place. He talks about you nonstop when we’re working. My brother is obsessed with you. He’s just going through a lot with the war and his best friend betraying him.”
His words warm my heart. How did his best friend betray him, and what war? It doesn’t surprise me that Devious didn’t inform me about any of it.
He grabs a little notepad and jots down his number and gives it to me. “If you can’t get in contact with my brother when you need him, call me and I’ll be there.”
I want to tell him I lost my rights to using the phone, and I doubt he knows I tried to kill his twin brother, otherwise, he wouldn’t be speaking to me. So I nod.
Once the food is finished cooking, we eat in silence, then amble to the living room to watchLaw & Order.
Several hours later, the door opens and I hear Devious speaking. My heart beats wild and free like a horse, and I swallow thickly. I jump up from the couch and find him in the living room. He’s speaking to a few other men. He tells them to meet him in his study, and he turns to look at me.
“Can I talk to you for a second?” I ask, tugging on his shirt. His hair is a mess, and he looks like he hasn’t slept in a long time.
He ushers me into a room filled with antique stuff. I wrap my arms around his neck and stand on my tippy-toes and kiss him on the lips. Then I stop myself. That was so impulsive. He saved my life, and I wanted to thank him.
Pulling back, I rock on my heels, slapping the sides of my fist together. “Thank you for coming to get me.” I exhale. “Am I in trouble? Because I promise you, I wasn’t trying to run. They took me. Pl—”
He cuts me off, yanking me back into his arms as he rubs the back of my head. “You’re safe. That’s all that matters.”
It makes me feel like he cares about me. That someone cares about me. That I actually matter. No one besides my mother and grandparents ever cared. Not even my own papa. He hasn’t called and checked on me. Not that I know of.
Devious lifts my chin, then grabs me by the neck and slams his lips against mine. I feel the electric shock between us, and he pulls away quickly as if he felt it too.
“What was that f—”
“Did he rape you?”
Tears wet my eyes as I shake my head. “He fingered me.”
Devious digs his nails into his palms, and his face flushes red. I’ve never seen him so mad.
“You don’t ever have to worry about him anymore. Go lie down, and I’ll be there in an hour or two. I have to wrap things up with my men.”
I nod, then go into the bedroom.
Devious
After I have my meeting with my men, I remove my tie and head upstairs to the bedroom. Once I enter, I hear the shower running, and Roselyn’s cherry blossom body soap lingers in the air, causing my dick to harden. I had a long day, and I could use some good head and some sleep. I remove my clothes, tossing them into the basket. Then I stroll to the bathroom. I lean against the marble counter, watching her bathe herself.
When she was kidnapped, I realized I wanted to keep Roselyn as mine, and I like her a lot. When I told her I didn’t care about our marriage, it was a fucking lie. I do care about her, and I care about this marriage. Yes, she was a debt and, technically, she’s my prisoner because she tried to kill me, but I’m not going to lie, I’ve been obsessed with her from the beginning. I’m never going to let her go, ever. I don’t deserve her anyway, but she’s mine. I’ve never been with a woman who treated me right, and I realize what I had with Shelby wasn’t love, that the only reason why I held on to her was because I didn’t want to be alone. My relationship with Roselyn is different.
I watch her turn the knob on the faucet, and she grabs a towel from the rack behind her. She pats herself dry then steps out of the shower. Her breath hitches when she sees me, and she places her hand over her heart.
“Devious. You scared me.”
Her fucking smile makes me melt like butter. I shouldn’t want this woman, but I do. I fucking do. I’ve never wanted to keep a woman as much as I want to now.
Her eyes are colored with concern. “Is everything okay? Did you find the person who paid that guy to kidnap me?”
Ignoring her question, I stomp up to her, and she steps back, rubbing her back against the glass shower door. I grip her chin. I don’t know if she’s in the mood for sex, despite just being sexually assaulted, so I don’t push it. I crave the need to be inside of her pussy, but I sidestep her. I told her that I will only ask for permission one time, but I’m not going to take from her because of what happened earlier.
We’ll fuck on her terms. I might be a cold son of a bitch, but I don’t want to be cruel to her. She deserves better than me, but I don’t care.
