Page 90 of Cuffed By Love

“What? Mira, I didn’t…”

“Go fuck yourself, Devin.”

And with that, she turns and walks out of her office, leaving me gaping at her retreating back, feeling like the world’s biggest scum. How could she think she meant nothing to me when she was my everything? Still is my fucking everything. I fucking told her my reasons! I poured my heart out to her in that letter, and she’s acting like I skipped out on her without a fucking word when she’s the one that didn’t even acknowledge it. I shake my head and furiously swipe the stapler off the desk.

I thought about going after her, but that would make things worse, and I need to go and pick up Megan soon. I walk out of her office, and Molly rises when she sees me, her eyes following me as I storm off toward my office.

The rest of the day, I couldn’t think about anything else. Our fight kept swirling around in my head, the look in her eyes, the hurt in her voice. I’m still raging on the drive to pick up Megan from the airport. I go to call Levi to vent my anger out on him but hang up before it even rings. My problems with Mira have nothing to do with him. Do I currently want to pummel him into the ground? Yes, savagely, but when he asks me why I give a fuck when I’m in a relationship, what am I supposed to say? Mira’s mine? She fucking isn’t.

When I get to the airstrip, Megan was already waiting for me. She’s stood with her arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently, clearly irked that I’m late. Great. Another female that’s pissed with me.

“There you are. I’ve been waiting for over twenty minutes, Devin.” Megan scowls, taking off her shades and glowering at me as I get out of the car and walk over to her.

“I got stuck in traffic.” I lie. Megan eyes me, cocking her head to the side, likely sensing my anger.

“What's the matter?”

“Nothing. Just had a long day, is all.” I utter and drop a kiss on her cheek. “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting, baby.”

Megan sighs and pouts, “I thought you’d be happier to see me.”

I groan inwardly. “I am happy to see you. Come here.” I pull her to me and press my lips to hers rather urgently. I involuntarily fuel the anger I’m feeling into that kiss. Megan squeaks in surprise at the intensity of the kiss and wraps her arms around my neck, and kisses me back. “Let’s go,” I say once we pull apart from the kiss.

On the drive back to my penthouse Megan droned on and on about her projects and all the new clients she’s met and how excited she is about this hotel project she is currently working on. I didn’t pay much attention, and her yapping on did nothing but add to my agitation. My head was running amuck, and the only person that could calm the storm brewing inside of me is probably in my brother's arms right now. The bastard has no idea how lucky he is, and I despise him for it. When we got to the penthouse, there was no sign of Levi. True to his word, he left to give Megan and me some privacy. Probably a good thing because the way I’m feeling, I would have been tempted to go for him.

I’m lost in my thoughts, envisioning him kissing Mira. Tasting those lips that were on mine this morning. I close my eyes and recall the desire and surprise glittering in her eyes when I walked into her office and made it clear I was dying to fuck her, or the sound of her breathy gasp and the feeling of her hand against my dick which had my body wound tight and pulsing with a need for her and only her.

“What are you doing over here all by yourself?” Megan purrs in my ear from behind while I’m sat nursing my second glass of gin.

“Trying to wind down.” I sigh, closing my eyes when her lips brush along the side of my neck.

“I think I may be able to help with that.” She breathes sultrily, her fingers unbuttoning my shirt and caressing my chest. I set my glass on the side, curl my fingers around her wrist and pull her over the back of the sofa. Megan gasps and falls into my lap, her green eyes sparkling like jewels. I wasn’t in the mood nor the mindset for making love. No, tonight, I’m in the mood to fuck ruthlessly until the very last ounce of pent up aggravation leaves my body. I need an outlet to fuel the all-consuming infuriation Mira has left burning inside me.

Megan straddles me and presses her mouth lightly to mine. I sink my teeth into her bottom lip and tug, making her hiss. My fingers find the buttons to her ivory chiffon blouse and tear it open. Megan’s gasp is startled, and she looks down at her torn shirt, a little hint of apprehension when my eyes find hers. “Devin, what…” I swallow her words, curling my fingers at the nape of her neck and bruising her lips with a hard and punishing kiss.

“Don’t talk,” I growl impatiently. “The only words I want to hear from you right now is, fuck me, Dev.” I close my eyes, pressing my forehead to hers. “Say it,”

“Fuck me, Dev.” I bite my lip hard, hard enough to draw blood, when a raw, feral heat gushes through me, consuming me. I’m vaguely aware that it's Megan, but in my head, it was Mira. Behind every brutal kiss, every bite and suck was her. I claw at her clothes until she’s naked. My fingers find her pussy, and I hiss when I find her folds slick with honey.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby. I’m going to ruin this perfect pussy.” I groan, sinking two fingers inside her. Her head falls back, and she rocks her hips, riding my fingers when I push them knuckle deep inside her hot pussy. “I’m going to fuck you so hard and deep, so fucking good you’ll be a weeping mess after. I’m going to remind you who the fuck you belong to.” I murmur, sucking her pulse hard as I work my fingers into her, stroking her g-spot till she comes apart.

“God, Devin. I’m already yours.”

“Ssshhh. Fuck my fingers, baby, show me how you cum for me.” I rumble, curling a tongue around her hardened nipple and biting till she whimpers and arches up into my mouth. My thumb strokes her clit hard to match the rhythm of my thrusts. I can already feel her body shuddering, tightening with every vicious plunge of my fingers deep inside her. With a throaty cry, she comes hard, her vaginal walls clamp and flutter around my fingers as she rocks, chasing down the last few waves of her climax.

“Ohh, Dev, yes!” She cries out breathless. Like music to my ears, hearing her scream my name spurs me on. I flip her over, so she’s draped over the sofa, arse in the air, ready for me to unleash the beast within me. I curl my fingers in her hair, silky smooth; each strand glides through my fingers as I draw her head back so that I could whisper hoarsely in her ear.

“That’s it, baby, don’t hold back, moan for me. Just like that.” I give her arse a firm squeeze as I unbuckle my belt, unbutton my pants and let them fall around my ankles before kicking them off to the side, followed by my boxers. My dick pulses when I brush the head over her slick pussy lips, rubbing my precum into her, mixing it with her juices. I thrust into her hard and deep. “Fuck!” I roar when her walls clamp around me tightly. She whimpers, clutching the back of the sofa.

Gripping her small waist, I pull my hips back and thrust into her again, slow but harsh. Her screams of pleasure inciting me to go harder, deeper, until I couldn’t focus on anything but the blood roaring in my ears, the familiar feeling of her clamping down around me, milking my cock, pushing me closer and closer to release. I almost say her name but catch myself just as it was about to fall freely from my lips. Instead, I shout Mira’s name inwardly, in my head, with every savage thrust.

Am I a bastard for thinking of another while I fuck my girl? Yes. Am I a heartless prick for taking out my anger and frustration on Megan when all I want right now is to be with Mira— fuck yes, but this is what she does to me, and it's out of my control. In reality, I can’t have her, but in my dreams, in my head, she’s always mine. She always will be.

I feel that familiar stir in my groin when I feel her climax building, gripping me; the heat builds, intensifies as I soar toward my orgasm. I grab fistfuls of Megan's arse and pound into her till I explode deep inside her. My body shakes with bliss, “Ahhh fuck!” I bite down on my lip as my cock pulsates, spilling my seed, filling her more with each surge of my orgasm.

I pant, eyes closed, heart hammering against my ribs while my pleasure ebbs away, taking my pent up frustration with it.

I look down at Megan sprawled out in front of me, a hot mess. I hate myself. I don’t know how much longer I can keep going on like this.

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