Page 28 of Devil

Doug tries to talk, but either the pain in his balls or Colt himself keeps him from speaking clearly. “S-she’s just a bar whore, man. No need to f-fight over her.” He stutters.

Other people would miss it, but I catch the moment Colt’s body goes completely rigid.

Oh shit.

In the blink of an eye, he punches Doug in the face, the sound of bones crunching making me cringe. Colt releases him as he falls to the ground, but he doesn’t stop there. He straddles his waist, pummeling his face over and over until there’s nothing left but a bloody, broken mess. At this point, it’s hard to tell if he’s still breathing, or if his body is jolting from the force of Colt’s blows.

“Colt.” I whisper yell.

He doesn’t acknowledge me, lost in a murderous haze. This isn’t the quiet boy I met in the foster home a few years ago. The man in front of me is a ruthless killer and while I’m not put off by the violence, I don’t want him to get caught.

“Devil!” I shout and he stops immediately. He rises from the ground, panting with exhaustion.

He slowly turns around, his eyes clouded with bloodlust. His face and chest are covered in blood, his knuckles busted open and bleeding. His gaze finally finds me and the thread between us snaps. He lunges for me, pushing me against the car, crushing his mouth to mine. His kiss is violent, his lips attacking me with the aftershocks of his power and brutality from moments ago.

I surrender immediately, letting him use me for whatever he needs. His hands slide over my ass and down my thighs. He lifts me against the car, and I wrap my legs around his waist, digging my nails into his biceps.

He groans against my lips. “Show me where the camera monitor is.”

Trying to catch my breath, I nod. “It’s in Jared’s office.”

He presses his forehead to mine. “Show me, baby.”

Unwrapping my legs from around his waist, I slowly slide down his body until my feet touch the ground. He grips my hand as we cross the parking lot, and I unlock the door. We slip inside the bar, and I lead him to my boss’s office.

He pulls out his phone, pecking at the screen quickly before sliding it back into his pocket. “Max will come and get the body.”

I nod slowly, dumbstruck he has someone to clean up the trail of bodies he leaves behind.

He walks around the desk, sitting in Jared’s chair. I watch closely as he pecks away at the keyboard, glancing up at me every few seconds, his lingering temper still evident on his face. My blood heats, my thighs clenching at the thought of him taking out his rage on my pussy.

Once he’s finished, he stands quickly, striding towards me with purpose. He grips my hand, pulling me down the hallway, back into the bar. He lifts me in his arms, taking me to his usual table in the back corner. The room is dim, but this close, I see the untamed lust in his eyes. He doesn’t speak a word as he sits me on the tabletop, unbuttoning my jeans. The sound of the zipperis loud in the quiet room, and I lift my hips as he pulls them down my legs along with my panties.

His bloody hands slide up my thighs and I have a fleeting thought about it not being sanitary. It’s soon forgotten as he slides his fingers through my soaked center. My head falls back on a moan, but my eyes snap open at the crack of his palm against my pussy.

“Eyes on me.” He growls and my poor cunt throbs, desperate for his cock.

Without warning, he plunges two fingers inside me, the burning stretch almost too much to bear.

Fuck.

“More.” I whimper and his feral grin is fucking terrifying. My pussy gushes at the sight.

He places his hand on my chest, pushing me down flat on the table. The sound of his belt buckle sends my pulse skyrocketing. He pushes his pants and underwear down to his knees, before gripping my hips, impaling me on his huge cock.

I cry out, the pain of being stretched bringing me to a new height of pleasure. It’s hard and fast. He’s on edge and he needs an outlet. I’ll be that for him. Always.

He slams into me like I’m some glory hole with no feeling, the table scraping along the floor with every thrust. He brings his thumb to my clit, circling it with the same speed he’s fucking me.

The table stops moving as it hits the wall and my hands fly up to brace myself against it. My pussy clenches around his cock and I explode around him, screaming his name. He soon follows, roaring his release, his grip on me tighter than before. We move against each other slowly, and he bends down, pulling me into his chest while still buried inside me.

“Did I hurt you?”

I blink. “Absolutely not.”

He sighs. “I was rough.”

Licking the seam of his lips, I smile. “Just the way I like you.”

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