Page 56 of Devious
I lean down, kissing her forehead, not understanding why she’s giving me this.
“I’ll give you access to the internet and a phone.”
Her eyes light up like Christmas lights. “Really?”
I’ll have a tracking device on her phone so she can’t run far even if she wanted to. There isn’t any escape from me.
I nod, cocking my eyebrow. “What do you want me to do with this mask?”
Her cheeks turn a pale pink, and she rocks on her heels. “I want you to wear it and chase me around the woods, then fuck me.”
I stroke my knuckles across her cheeks. “Is this part of your rape fantasies?”
“Yes. If you don’t want to do it, then it’s okay. It was a stupid idea.” She tucks her hair behind her ears, embarrassment coloring her face. “I should have known better than to ask. When I told one of my ex-fiancés about it, he laughed and said it was childish.” She shrugs her shoulders. “But like I said, if you don’t want to, if you think it’s silly…”
I grip her chin so she gazes at me. “Look at me, Roselyn. Your idea isn’t stupid, and it isn’t cool to kink shame. If you want me to do it, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything you want me to do, babe. Put some clothes on, and I’ll give you a head start.”
She smiles and rushes to the drawer, puts on a pair of jogging pants and a tank top, combs her wet hair into a bun, and she runs out of the door. Once she’s out of view, I throw on some clothes and put the mask on, then I follow behind her.
Roselyn
I run out of the mansion and into the woods, hiding behind a boulder. Devious has given me everything I wanted, and I’m so thankful for him. After I was kidnapped, it made me realize that he does care about me, and he wants this relationship. I’m not just a warm hole for him to fuck. I’m choosing to stay with him fornow. I had every opportunity to run when Aiden ushered me to the vehicle after they rescued me from that shitbag, but I decided to stay with him. It’s safer with him than it is out there. I’m not saying that I want a serious relationship with him, but he makes me feel safe, and I haven’t felt that way in a very long time.
I hear a twig snap under a boot, and I get up and see Devious wearing the mask I had ordered. I thought for sure he was going to shame me for wanting him to live out my rape fantasy. He runs after me, grabbing me by the arm. He grips my chin and slides a hand beneath my sweatpants. I try to slap him, but he grabs my hand and slides my pants down before shoving his dick inside of me. He feels so good between my legs that I let out a whimper. I feel him stretching me as I wrap my legs around him. He fucks me against the tree, and my back aches. I want to be his. I want to be so consumed with him that it hurts.
“Mine,” he whispers in my ear.
“Yours,” I moan. “Please, Devious, harder.”
He lets me go and spins me around to face the tree, and he slips back inside of me, gripping my hips and fucking me until there are tears in my eyes. Just how I like it.
Several minutes later, he pulls out, and I feel warm cum all over my back.
“You’re mine, and I’m never going to let you go.”
Deep down, I’m hoping he won’t.
Roselyn
Iwake up hours later, and I’m bored. Last night was amazing and I can’t get over how much I want Devious. Sheesh, I sound like a desperate woman. I look over to his side of the bed and he’s gone. He’s usually up before I am.
Binx snuggles at the end of the bed. He’s gotten bigger over the last few months. When I get out of bed, I fill his water bowl and refill his food bowl, then I pet him on the head.
My eyes scan over to something shiny and I realize it’s an iPhone.
I pick it up, swipe up, and see a text message from Devious.
Cayden: One of the maids have packed us a bag. We’re going to Los Angeles because of work. There is a credit card on the nightstand. It’s yours. There isn’t a limit on it.
Me: Thank you.
Cayden: You’re welcome. See you soon.
Guilt eats at me like a disease, because I know I’m going to betray him eventually. The more and more I’m around him, the more I feel bad for being deceptive. His ex betrayed him, and I’m going to do the same thing. I can’t wallow in this guilt, but I have to do this for me. What’s best for me. I don’t feel as good about sticking to my plan of escaping him.
In the meantime, I’m going to act as his dutiful wife, and I need to learn how to cook better. I used to cook for Mama all the time when she wasn’t able to take care of herself. Maybe I can brush up on my skills of what Papa taught me about being someone’s wife. This is my way of thanking Devious for saving my life—by becoming a better wife.
I put on a dress and walk into the kitchen and see three women working, cooking, and cleaning. The one with red hair appears to be the same age as me. She pours seasoning on the chicken, and the other one is chopping up parsley. And the older one, I think her name is Leanne, she’s over the stove. They all speak Italian, and the kitchen smells homey, and itfeelshomey. The redhead throws her head back and laughs, and Leanne looks at me with wide eyes. I always thought she was a very beautiful older woman. She reminds me a lot of my nonna. Her white hair is in a bun, and her face is wrinkling. Her eyes are the color of warm honey. They are vivid with specks of gold around the rim of her irises.
