Page 10 of Devious
I should get rid of these messages in case Devious decides to search through my phone, so I tap the Delete button, and I set my phone back on the nightstand.
Devious plods back to the room, fully naked. His thighs are huge, and my eyes stay on his hard dick. I try to tear my gaze from it, but it’s gigantic. He’s planning on sticking that inside of me. Hurting my virgin pussy. No, thank you.
I twist the ends of my hair.
“Why is your dick freakishly huge?” I blurt out.
His eyes venture down to his cock. “Your pussy is expandable. It’ll fit.”
Humiliation dampens my cheeks. The head is so red, it’s almost purple, and pre-cum sits at the tip of it. It curves and he has a birthmark in the shape of a circle on the shaft. There is something seriously fucked-up about me lusting after a man who is holding me against my will and forcing me to marry him. The ache between my legs grows, my clit throbs, and knots form in the pit of my stomach.
“Aren’t you at an age where you are supposed to take Viagra?”
He bursts out laughing. “No, I’m well in my prime. Are you afraid I won’t keep up?”
Devious strolls up to me and rubs my cheeks. His touch is gentle, and my ovaries are ready to explode. I smack his hand away, and I expect him to threaten to kill me, but he chuckles.
“Keep fighting me and you’ll find out if my freakishly huge dick will fit into your pussy sooner than later.” His eyes drop to the see-through black nightgown he makes me wear every night. “The more you fight me and the more you sass me, the more my dick gets hard.” He swipes a few strands of hair from my forehead and uses his index finger to lift my chin. “I want to bury your head in the pillow and fuck you from behind as you scream my name, nymph.”
He lifts my gown, tugging down my panties. He rubs his knuckles on my clit. Oh my God. I want him to rub me until I’m sore. My clit pulses, and my cheeks warm. I bite down on my bottom lip hard to keep from moaning.
“D-Devious, please,” I whisper.
A grin spreads across his face. “I can’t wait until I lick your clit and fill your pussy with my cum.”
Anger and arousal lie in my stomach. I need this release so bad. I’ll give my right arm for him to touch me, but I don’t want him to get the impression I want him.
I clamp my eyes shut and continue to bite my lip. “Please get off me.”
I feel the mattress dip, and I pop my eyes open. Devious leans over me, his mouth inches from my ear.
“By the time our wedding night arrives, you’ll be ready for me.” His voice tickles my ear. “And your pussy is glistening, begging for me to lick it. Begging for me to stretch it with my dick. Begging to be leaking with my cum. Hurry up and get dressed before I lose control and fuck you until you’re sore.” He gets up from the bed. “I have a feeling you want me to fuck you even though you keep saying no.”
“Whatever. I wouldn’t do you if you were the last man on this earth. Besides, I prefer my men to be my age, and not the age of a dinosaur.”
Embarrassment burns in my chest. I hurry up and pad to the walk-in closet. It’s twice the size of my old small bedroom, and the cherrywood shelves are smooth and shiny. My clothes are organized by color, and I have to stand on a step stool to grab a dress.
Devious strolls to his side of the closet and grabs a black Armani suit from a wooden hanger.
I snatch a long green gown from the hanger and slip it on. It pushes up my small perky breasts, making them appear larger, and it hugs my torso like a glove.
Devious moves my hair over my shoulders, and then he zips my dress. He spins me around, and his gaze lingers on my breasts.
I clear my throat as I go to the bathroom. After I comb my hair, I put on some light makeup. I’m not super into makeup, but Momma told me it’s good to enhance your features. When I walk to the living room, Devious is standing by the front door with a small navy box in his hand.
Slowly, I waltz toward him, and he opens it. He removes the diamond ring from the box and slides it on my finger.
“Wear your engagement ring at all times.” He snags me by the hand, ushering me to an expensive car. The driver is already standing by the door with his hand on the metal handle.
Devious slaps his hands away. “I’m the only man who opens doors for my woman.”
It pisses me off. One minute, he threatens to shove his cock inside of me without my consent, and the next, he’s acting like a dutiful and caring fiancé. I’m going to make sure I stab him in the balls twice for this shit, for making me confused. I shoot him a peculiar look as he opens my door. I slide into the back seat, leaning against the leather. He slides in next to me, his arm around my waist, and he pulls me close. Max sits in the passenger seat, and a few soldiers get into another SUV, following behind us.
Two and a half hours later, we arrive at a manor. Soldiers are striding the front lawn, and one ushers people to park their vehicles. The stairway is made out of brownstone. It looks like one of those old manors from the 1960s. Flowers ranging in different colors wrap around the manor.
Devious opens the door, and I follow behind him. A few expensive, polished cars line up by the water fountain.
“We’re moving here the day after our wedding.” His tone is stoic.
