Page 106 of Cuffed By Love

“You’re joking?” I shake my head slowly. Wyatt scowls in Devin’s direction and tightens his arm around my waist. “Peach, listen to me. You’ve had your heart broken one too many times. This whole thing with Dev is a dead end, and the only one who stands to get hurt all over again is you. Forget Dev and focus on Levi. The boy is nuts about you.”

My heart plummets at his words because I know he’s right. I nod, blinking back the tears that burn my eyes, and he takes hold of my chin. “Who’s my girl?”

I smile up at him, “I am.”

Wyatt nods encouragingly, “Now take that gorgeous bohemian King behind you out onto that dance floor and fuck everything else. Any man that truly wants you will fight for you because you’re fucking worth it, and I don’t see Dev fighting, baby.”

“You’re right.”

“Of course I am.” I step away from Wyatt and hug Lexi when she pulls herself away from Logan.

“Oh my God, you look fire! I’m stealing that outfit a-fucking-sap.” I smile and nod at her. Over Lexi’s shoulder, I see Dev talking to Logan. Mid conversation, as though he sensed me watching him, his eyes lock with mine. Dev keeps his eyes on mine while he listens and nods along at whatever Logan says to him. I tear my eyes away from his when I feel warm fingers lace with mine.

“Come grind with me, gorgeous.” Levi burrs in my ear, making me laugh. Before I could say anything, he was leading me through the crowd toward the dance floor. My eyes find Devin’s as I pass by him. I tell myself not to look back, but my body betrays me once again, and I glance over my shoulder and find him watching me. It was too dark in the club, and the flickering lights weren’t enough for me to decipher the look on his face.

The music was tearing through the speakers. I could feel the bass vibrating through my body at deafening volumes, enough to drown out the madness in my head. Levi and I down a couple of shots of tequila from the shot girl while we dance. Soon Wyatt and the rest join us on the dance floor. Levi kept his word of not being able to control his hands. His fingers dug into the dips of my waist when he spun me, so my back was against his chest. I felt his erection, hard as stone grinding against the curve of my bum. Levi’s lips sweep along my bare shoulder to the base of my neck. The alcohol and the sensations of his mouth, hot on my flesh, have my head spinning out of control.

When I open my eyes, they immediately lock with Devin’s a couple of feet away, dancing with Megan. I promised myself I wouldn’t let it get to me, but it was. It was infuriating me watching him with her. The intensity in his eyes causes my breath to hitch up in my throat. I don’t understand what this boy wants from me. I couldn’t deal with the scrutiny in his eyes, so I break away from Levi. “I’m going to the bathroom. I’m parched. Can you please get me a drink?” I say loud enough that he hears me. Levi nods, kisses my jaw, and walks off through the crowd. I look over at Devin one last time and push my way through the crowd toward the bathroom. I don’t even know how it’s possible, but I can feel his wrathful gaze searing a hole into my back.

I just about find the ladies’ bathroom when I feel warm fingers close around and grip my wrist. With a startled gasp, I look up and see Dev towering over me. I open my mouth to say something, but before I even get a single syllable out, he’s dragging me through the crowd of people. I helplessly follow him until we get to a dark corner of the club, out of sight far enough that no one will find us. “Dev, what are you doing?” I ask breathlessly. The violent thrashing of my heart against my ribcage made it damn near impossible to catch my breath.

Devin’s eyes are so intense they’re almost black. “I’m at my wit’s end, Mira.”

I blink up at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re making me fucking crazy!” He snarls hotly, taking a step closer to me. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

“I’m not doing anything! You’re the one playing stupid games trying to provoke me, Devin.”

Dev bites his bottom lip and grasps my chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting my head up. “I’m getting real tired of having the same fight with you, again and again, Mira.” He hisses, his eyes flittering from my eyes to my lips.

I swat his hand away from my face. “Oh, you’re tired? Believe me; you’re not the only one. I don’t even know what the fuck we’re fighting for?!” I gripe furiously and place my hands against his strapping chest to push him back, but he steps closer, closing the already minuscule space between us until my hand's wedge between our bodies. “What do you want, Devin?”

“You know what I want.”

I raised a brow and glared up at him. “What?” I question, curling my fingers in his shirt and pull him closer till our lips almost touch. “You want to fuck me?” I deliberately lower my tone to one more sultry and stare into those smouldering eyes of his. “Say we did, then what, Dev? Are you going to sneak off on me in the middle of the night while I sleep and crawl back into bed with you, fiancée?”

Devin’s eyes bore penetratingly into my own. He grips my waist tight. “She’s not my fiancée, and I already told you the reasons I left, so stop throwing that shit back in my face at every opportunity. And you know what I want goes beyond just fucking, Mira.” He defends with a deep scowl.

I roll my eyes in exasperation. “Do I?” I intone dryly. “Let me tell you what you want, shall I? You want what you can’t have. You’re like a spoilt kid who got bored with his toy until he saw someone else playing with it and decided he suddenly wants it back.” Devin’s face took on a whole new level of anger at my terse response. “We were a big part of each other’s lives once, but that’s not the case anymore, so get over yourself.”

“Are you happy with Levi?”

I close my eyes and sigh. “Levi is good for me; it’s uncomplicated, it’s easy. But you, you’re a head fuck that I don’t currently have the mental capability to deal with.”

“A head fuck?” Devin iterates, his brows rising into his hairline.

“Yes! A colossal head fuck.” I declare, boldly. “You’ve been screwing with my head since we were teens, Devin, always keeping me there, dipping your foot in but never really going all the way in. Do you know what the sad part of it is? You were never truly mine, but I’ve always been a little bit yours.” I admit and push past him to walk off, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me back.

“You’re wrong, Mira,” Dev whispers, pressing his forehead against mine, his thumb caressing my jaw. “I’ve always been yours.” He breathes, taking my face into his large hands, and closing the space between our lips. My eyes close, and for a moment, I freeze before I melt against him when his lips sensually glide over mine, just like our first kiss all those years ago, under our tree. Devin kisses me with the same deliberation, the same captivating devotion, and just for a couple of minutes, the world as I know it fades away.

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