Page 31 of Devil

“You’re a mouthy little bitch, aren’t you?” Frederick hisses and Nova takes a step towards him.

Checking my surroundings, the pastor is gone and so is the funeral director. Even the guys from the other organizations have left.

Except for this piece of shit.

The only people remaining are the families and my brothers.

I catch Max’s eye and he’s instantly on alert. I give him a nod, signaling someone’s about to die.

Reaching into my pocket, I grip my switchblade, sliding it out slowly. It’s quieter than a pistol.

“You’re a fucking dick.” Nova grits out and before he can reply, I press the switchblade to his throat, pushing the button, the blade shooting straight into his jugular.

He doesn’t make a sound, only reaching for his throat as I pull the knife out. His blood coats my hand, but I wipe it on his shirt as his body gives out. He falls to the ground, gasping and gurgling sounds coming from his shriveled lips. I don’t give a fuck. Nobody talks to my girl like that.

Reaching for her hand, I pull her towards the truck, opening the passenger door for her. As I climb inside, I see Max and a few other guys handling the cleanup discreetly.

The drive is quiet, and I’m concerned I’ve shown my true colors too soon. We pull into the driveway, and I shut off the truck. She jumps out, quickly making her way inside. My head falls back against the seat, and I exhale deeply, readying myself for her judgement.

I head inside, locking the door behind me and I toss my keys and phone on the table. She’s nowhere in sight, so I make my way to the bedroom, and I’m stopped in my tracks.

She’s removed her black dress and she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, completely naked, legs spread open invitingly.

“Tell me Devil, will you fall to your knees for your queen?”

My cock jumps at the sound of her sultry voice. My suit jacket hits the floor, followed by my dress shirt. She licks her lips as her gaze roams my body, her eyes tracing the ink that covers my skin. Unbuckling my belt, I rip it from my pants, tossing it on the floor. My shoes, socks and slacks follow until I’m left in only my boxers.

Willingly, I kneel for my queen.

Only for her.

My fucking heart and soul.

The reason I breathe.

“Crawl.” She demands.

I obey her command, crawling across the bedroom floor. My eyes focus on her swollen, pink pussy and the arousal dripping from it. I lick my lips, craving her taste on my tongue.

I reach the edge of the bed, my face level with her soaked cunt. Waiting for her instructions, her body trembles, just as desperate for this as I am. My gaze shifts upwards, and her eyes are glassy, filled with warmth and gratitude.

She regains control, slipping one hand between her legs, spreading herself open. “Make me come.”

A lightning bolt shoots down my spine as I lunge forward, attacking her pussy as if it’s my first meal in weeks. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging roughly as my tongue dives inside her opening, tasting every inch of her. Her sweet whimpers reach my ears, and it only fuels my hunger for her.

My only purpose in life, in this moment, is to make her fucking come.

I sink two fingers inside her as I suck her clit between my lips. My teeth graze the swollen bud, and her hips buck against my face. My fingers curl inside her and she moans as I find the sweet spot that always gets her off. Rubbing back and forth, I sink deeper, applying just the right amount of pressure.

A gush of liquid hits my face, and she screams my name while fisting my hair. My scalp burns but it only enhances the pleasure of seeing my little demon fall apart.

She pushes my head away. “Fuck! Too sensitive!”

I chuckle, using the blanket to wipe my face. I’ve heard of women squirting, but it’s nothing compared to actually witnessing it.

She sits up, flushed with embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”

“What the fuck for?” I demand.

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