Page 93 of Devious
He nods. “He recognized your last name and called me up to see if we’re related. I told him that you’re my wife and to give you the best apartment in the building.”
I note he referred me as his wife, and not ex-wife. My heart flutters in my chest.
King opens my door, and I step out onto the concrete. As we walk to the front entrance, the doorman nods his head in my direction.
Once we’re in my condo, Devious glances around. I don’t have any furniture yet. They will be delivered tomorrow afternoon. I only have a king-sized bed and a flat-screen TV.
I can’t believe he’s here in my space. He stares at me with sadness. I have never seen him this sad since Enzo passed away. Is he sad because of our breakup or because of Cashel? Is he hurting the way I am?
Devious removes his coat and lays it on a chair at the breakfast nook.
“You want anything? Something to drink or eat?” I offer. “I can make you a sandwich.”
He leaves me and I offer him food? What the hell is wrong with me?
He shakes his head, and we stare at each other.
“What now?” I ask.
Devious grabs me by my waist and sets me on the breakfast nook, and his lips slam into mine. He kisses down my neck, all the way to my chest. Before I know it, our clothes are off. Arousal dampens my panties, and my pulse jumps out of my skin. We’re at each other like animals.
“On your knees.”
My knees hit the wooden floor.
“Suck,” he orders.
I suck on the head of his dick, tasting pre-cum. He strokes himself hard, and the sound of me sucking him fills the air. My jaw aches, but I don’t care—I missed him, and I missed us. He grabs a fistful of my hair, pushing me down on his shaft. I gag and choke, but he keeps going. Several moments later, I taste his cum, and some of it drips down my chin.
“Swallow, nymph.”
I do what he says and wipe my chin. Then I lick the remaining bit of his cum as a smile tugs at the corners of my mouth.
He leads me to my bedroom, laying me down. He gently kisses me, and then he makes his way to my clit, licking me viciously, and I come in a matter of minutes. He slides inside of me, and I let out a groan as he fucks me without a condom. I needed him. I needed this. He keeps thrusting inside of me, and I claw at his back. He goes slow, slightly out of breath, but I think it has something to do with the stitches over his chest. The only thing I hear is the sounds of his breaths and me moaning his name.
“Devious, I miss you. I love you.”
“I love you too,” he whispers against my ear.
He does one last thrust, then pulls out, and hot ropes of cum spray on my core.
He gets up and disappears from the bedroom, and comes back with a rag, wiping up his cum, then he yanks his pants over his hips, zipping it. Regret settles in my chest. I shouldn’t have ever invited him up here. He broke up with me, and I used him to get off. I wanted to feel loved and needed.
He leans down, kisses my forehead, then grabs my palm, kissing it gently. A lump forms in my throat, and I swallow thickly.
“Devious I… You broke up with me.”
He strokes the side of my cheek, longing in his eyes. “I know. I can’t stop thinking about you, nymph.”
Me not being able to come home and be with him hurts. Everything about our relationship hurts.
I pull away from him, bringing my knees to my chest and resting my chin on my knees. “I need time to think and process everything. Can you leave, please?”
He nods, kissing my forehead one last time, then I hear the front door shut.
Roselyn
One Month Later…
