Page 70 of The Devil's Wrath

“Can we grab a coffee before you drop me off?” I asked him as I slid into the passenger’s seat.

“Yeah,” he replied as he backed out of my driveway.

Pulling out my phone, I sent Theo a quick text.

Cavan just picked me up. Going to stop at the coffee shop before work. Will I see you in the morning?

I’ll try, but I have to meet with my father once I finish here.

Everything okay?

I hope so. I’ll text you in a bit.

A few seconds later, he sent another text.

What color underwear are you wearing?

Black

Lace?

Your favorite . . .

Fuckkkkkkkk.

My dick is hard . . .

Prove it.

Your wish is mycommand . . .

Followed by a picture of his very large and very hard bulge fighting for its life in his jeans.

Your turn . . .

As much as I’d love to return the favor, I doubt you’d want me to give a free show to your trainer. Although I have been rather lonely with you working all the time . . . maybe Cavan wants to scratch an itch . . .

I’d meant it as a joke, but it didn’t change the fact that I really needed to be fucked and fucked hard. I craved it like an addict craved their next high. The text bubble appeared and disappeared several times as he typed out his response. I could practically feel his rage emanating through my phone. Finally, a message appeared.

If you want his death on your hands, then I dare you to scratch that itch. If I even catch him looking at you the wrong way, I’ll kill him and then fuck you next to his body. You’re mine.

Your bark is worse than your bite.

My phone suddenly rang, Theo’s name flashing on the screen. I smirked as I answered. “Yes?”

“Don’t think that just because Cavan is my friend, I won’t slit his throat and use his blood as a lubricant while I fuck that sweet ass of yours.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, both from his raw, possessive intensity and the vivid, gruesome imagery. My pulse quickened as I pictured the scene he described, a twisted mix of violence and passion.

“Don’t test me.” His words were clipped. “I don’t share what’s mine.”

“Message received loud and clear,” I whispered, enjoying how his jealousy simmered just below the surface. “I was only teasing.”

“For your sake and the sake of my friend, you’d better be.”

I glanced over at Cavan. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead, but I could have sworn I saw the ghost of a smirk on his lips. Had he heard what Theo had said? The thought made my cheeks burn.

“I have to go, troublemaker,” Theo said abruptly. “I’ll try to see you later.”

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