Page 60 of Cuffed By Love

“Nah, fuck this,” Devin grumbles and gets up. He pushes his stool back before he spins mine and pulls me off.

“What are you doi—hey!” I shriek when he effortlessly lifts me with one arm and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Devin! Put me down right this second. What the hell are you doing?!”

“If you think I’m putting up with that attitude and mood all fucking day, you can think again.” He answers as we walk out of the kitchen. Ayla leans over, watching us half confused, half amused.

“Where are you taking me?! Ayla! Stop watching and do something damnit.”

“What do you want me to do?” She calls back with a shrug and grins. I should have known she’d be no help. She’s about as useful as a chocolate teapot. I slap Devin’s back and kick my legs while he carries me up the stairs.

“Tinks, if you keep flailing about like a fish out of water, we’ll both go tumbling down the stairs and break our necks.”

“Oh no, don’t you worry about the stairs because I’m going to break your neck when you put me down, you stupid little prick.”

“Fucking hell, did you up to your dose of bitch pills this morning or what?” Devin carps as he carries me toward my bedroom. Wyatt’s bedroom door opens, and he sticks his head out of the door, still half asleep when he hears the shouting, his dark hair a mess on top of his head.

“Wyatt, help me!” I shout pleadingly and hold my hand out to him as Dev walks past his bedroom. The useless knobhead just watches me confusedly and shakes his head.

“What in the Christian Grey is going on here?” He questions, eyeing us as we disappear toward my bedroom. “If you’re going to shag, please keep it down. I know it’s been ten years, but some of us are trying to sleep. Try not to fuck a hole in my wall. Oh, and ‘Donis, F.Y.I she favours doggy style.”

“Wyatt!”

“Happy fucking, peach.”

“I hate you, you rat bastard.”

“Doggy style, huh?” Devin chuckles and kicks the door shut with his foot while I turn a deep shade of red, half from anger and the other from sheer mortification. He wants to play dirty I can play dirty too. I wanted to pull his ear, but my arm was too far, and I couldn’t reach over, so I improvised. I catch his earlobe between my teeth and bite. “Ahh, what the fuck, Tinks?!”

“Put me down,” I warn him. Not my brightest idea, but it’s all I have at the moment. It’s either his ear or his neck, and somehow the ear seemed less suggestive, so I decide to go with that.

Devin hisses and lets out a deep throaty groan when I sink my teeth in a little harder. “Mira.” My jaw almost slackens when I hear him say my name. The only time Devin ever calls me by my name is when he’s angry and we’re arguing or during intimate moments. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or turned on, but I feel his large fingers close around the back of my thigh, and he squeezes tight.

“Put me down, and I’ll let go,” I repeat, but he ignores me and keeps walking until we are in my en-suite. What the hell is he doing? I yelp when he pokes my sides, knowing full well I’m ticklish; therefore, I’d be forced to let go of my hold of his ear. Devin lowers me back down to my feet. I glower at him, and he does the same while he rubs his ear lobe, his dark brows knitted tightly. A wave of guilt rushes through me at the realisation that I may have hurt him by biting too hard.

My fingers itch to reach up and check to see if his ear is bleeding, but when he pulls his fingers back and looks at them, I don’t see any blood and release a breath of relief. Devin takes a large step toward me, dark eyes on mine. He lifts his free arm over my head and grips the door before he pushes it shut and backs me up against it, all in one motion. I crane my neck to look up at him, my heart beating furiously in my ears.

I’ve not seen Devin this intense before, so I don’t know what to do with myself or what the hell is about to happen. I only know one thing for certain, and it’s that I’ve lost all functionality of my limbs and momentarily forget how to breathe. Especially when he grasps my chin between his thumb and forefinger and leans in close till his nose brushes mine, our lips are flawlessly aligned, so close that even the air surrounding us wouldn’t dare try to squeeze through. “If you ever get the urge to bite me again, Mira, keep in mind that next time, I will bite back.” Devin burrs gruffly, staring deeply into my eyes. “And I won’t just stop at biting.” He adds with a breathy whisper.

Oh, good god.

The heat radiating off of him and the warmth of his breath on my lips has my body feeling like it's about to implode. “Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Just do it, Mira,” I hesitate but close my eyes. “Don’t move and keep your eyes closed.” I nod silently and release a quivering breath when he moves away. I want to open my eyes and see what he’s up to, but I keep them closed in fear of seeing something I’m not supposed to. I can hear him rustling around with something, and then I hear a tear and gasp. Before I can process it, he’s back. “Do you trust me?”

Fuck no!My mind screams full throttle, but my lips had a whole other response. “Yes.”

You idiot.

I stiffen when I feel something cover my eyes. “Devin, what are you—”

“Relax, Mira.” Oh yeah, it's easy for him to say he’s not the one being blindfolded here. What the hell is happening?

“What are you doing?” I ask again and gasp when he pulls me forward and moves around me till my back is pressed against his chest.

“We’re going to shower.”

“What?” I sputter and lift my arms to take off the blindfold, but Devin grips my arms and stops me. “You want to shower. This is the only way.”

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