Page 23 of Dance with the Devil

Draven knew he didn’t have a right to want this. He’d not been a virgin, and there was no way he was ever going to be one for Maria, but he loved that she hadn’t been with a single man. He felt even more possessive of her. Rolling her onto the bed, he lifted up on his hands, his cock still deep inside her.

“I’ve got to go to work today. We need to get changed, I’ll show you around.” He had yet to give her the tour.

“Okay.” She offered him a smile, which lit up her whole face, and the truth was, it took his fucking breath away.

Taking possession of her lips, he kissed her hard. As he did this, she wriggled on his cock and he felt the tightening of her cunt as she wrapped around him. Fuck. That was it. His cock was hard again. But, he also had work to do, and he needed to take a shower.

Draven forced himself to pull out of her, but he didn’t leave her for too long. He grabbed her hands and walked her into the shower. He pressed her up against the shower wall as he turned on the water. The cold spray hit his body, but it didn’t get her.

Running his hands all over her ass, he slid around to the front. He cupped one of her tits in his palm, and with the other, he moved down, touching her pussy. She was so slick. He touched her clit with two fingers, teasing the bud. He heard her sudden intake of breath, and then he moved down, plunging three fingers inside her. She rocked against his hand, but he didn’t want to finger-fuck her.

Draven placed her hands against the wall, telling her to keep them there, and then bent her over so she was at just the right angle. It was like Maria was built for him as each position he placed her in was perfect. Her body fit him perfectly.

He pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance, and then, inch by inch, he slowly began to fill her. Once she had most of his cock, he grabbed her hips and thrust, making her take every inch of him. She cried out and he fucking relished the sound. He didn’t want her to stop.

Thrusting in and out, he pounded inside her. Draven was so close to his second release, but he didn’t want to cum without filling her up, so he reached between her spread legs and began to tease her clit, drawing her closer to another orgasm. She screamed his name, and that sound he was becoming addicted to.

The moment she came on his cock, he stopped touching her clit, grabbed her hips, and fucked her harder, filling her tight cunt with more of his seed.

You’re going to get her pregnant.

He knew he needed to get a doctor to come and see her. Every single time he fucked her, he ran the risk of getting her pregnant. There was already a chance she was pregnant. All it took was one time. Draven had lost count of the number of times he’d already fucked her.

He pulled out of her, picked up the bar of soap, and began to lather her body. He washed her, then himself, taking care of their hair, and then he picked up a towel, wrapping it around her body. Once she was dried, he nodded at her to go and get dressed.

He lingered in the bathroom, taking his time, shaving, washing, getting his shit together. This was not a love match. Draven had always told Antwone that no matter what, he wasn’t going to get married. Antwone had told him the deal with Maria, and said this was his decision. If he wanted her, now was his chance. He didn’t think he’d been so obvious with his interest in her.

Maria was the first woman to pique his interest. Women had merely been toys. Holes to use for his pleasure and nothing else.

Then he saw Maria at that party. It was just a single glance over the room and she hadn’t even seen him. She’d been by herself, drink in hand, watching, being ignored, looking like he did. She hated it, and he found that more to his liking.

He checked his face in the bathroom mirror to see if he needed a shave. There was no need for one just yet, and as he entered the room, he stopped as he watched Maria getting dressed. She wore a pair of grey slacks and a white blouse. She looked stunning. Her hair had a few wet strands, but most of it was dry. Maria had a natural curl to her blonde locks.

“How do I look?” she asked.

“Stunning.” He saw no reason to lie to her. She did look stunning. Her cheeks went a beautiful shade of red. He never wanted that to change.

Draven walked into his closet and began to get dressed. Pants, a shirt, a jacket, and then he completed the outfit with his weapons. He never went to work without them. Two guns at his waist, a knife strapped to his leg, and he was prepared.

Beside his bed, he had a gun, as well as a knife, and there were weapons all around the house. He made sure there was something for him everywhere. Draven also made sure to check they were in good working order, which he did every other month. He had a set routine when it came to his safety.

“Let me show you around the house,” Draven said.

Chapter Seven

Several Hours Later

Draven’s house was huge. Her husband had already left for the day. Maria had been given strict instructions on which part of the house was off-limits, and where she could go.

His office, the basement, and a small building at the bottom of his garden were all off-limits to her. Everywhere else, she could go.

So, after breakfast, she was told by the chef not to clear away the dishes. They had maids for that. She saw them sparingly. Calvin had told her they were never to be seen or heard, and they did a fantastic job.

Draven had showed her around his home. He did not go into every single room. He stated the upstairs were all bedrooms, and there was an attic space. None of those were off-limits to her. He pointed out his office and a library. She could go in there, which was kind of nice.

There was a pool, kitchen, dining room, another lounge, and a movie room. That was it. The pool room was amazing, large, with floor-to-ceiling windows. There were plants, almost giving it the illusion of being tropical, and that was where she was right now.

Sitting at the edge of the pool, legs crossed, she stared into the water. The water was clear, nothing could harm her. She’d already gone exploring the house and now boredom had started to hit. She had no idea what she was supposed to do. Calvin entered the room and she got to her feet when she saw him carrying a tray.

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