Page 20 of Devil's Dilemma

Skull chuckles. “Probably describes him well. Though I’d say he was a CEO with an edge.” His face tautens momentarily, then is masked quickly by a smile. “Want to see my room now?”

I nudge him. “Your etchings?”

A chuckle. “Yeah, right.” He winks.

He leads me up an industrial looking staircase with doors off to the left and the right. Halfway down he places a key in a lock and turns it. The room he reveals is pleasant enough, larger than I expected.

Walking in I look around, knowing you can tell a lot from a person from the way he lives.

“Tidy,” I comment, noticing there are no dirty clothes on the floor, and through the open door to the small adjacent bathroom, I see towels hanging neatly on the rail.

“Um, yeah. Might have cleaned up.”

“Well at least you know how to.” He should see the state of my house before he comes over.

He clearly doesn’t want to waste time as he demands, “Want you naked.”

“You do, do you?” I grin.

“Well someone’s got to take care of this.” He rubs his hand over the bulge in his jeans, drawing my attention to it. “You being here in my club? Fuckin’ sexy as hell.”

“Me being here with my man turns me on too,” I respond in a hoarse voice. Not that it takes much with Skull. One of those looks full of promise and I get a tingling inside.

He goes over and lies on his bed. “Now show me what you’ve got, babe.” He’s been controlling before. Here, in his element, there’s even more of an edge to his voice.

For some reason Skull thinks I’m beautiful, he’s told me so often I’ve started to believe it. To him my tits are just the right size, my thighs meaty enough to hold on to, and my cushioning around my waist a softness he admires. With him I’ve become far more confident, knowing baring my body will turn him on rather than off. Now I’ve no hesitation stripping for him, putting on a show which makes him groan.

As I divest myself of my tee and jeans, he removes his cut and his shirt.

“Get over here, woman.” Impatient, he moves forward, takes my hand and yanks me down onto the bed. “Need your lips.”

We kiss, then he strips naked and gets to work. An orgasm on his tongue, followed by one with his fingers. I’m completely sated and languid when he enters me in one thrust. Momentarily unable to be an active participant, all I can do is give in to the sensation.

Part of me retains enough sanity to stuff my hand in my mouth, but he pulls it away. “Don’t care who hears you screaming, Mel.”

Soon, neither do I. Christ he feels good. He’s long enough to touch my cervix, not too thick to cause a burn, but he knows what he’s doing with what God endowed him with. As normal, I use my hand to make sure I’m there with him at the end, and yes, I do scream. It feels so good, I can’t hold back.

He grunts and groans, and then it’s all over.

He pulls out. And swears. Instead of leaving for the bathroom, he sinks back on his haunches and drops his head into his hands.

“Skull?”

“Didn’t use a fuckin’ condom.”

I go cold as I feel our combined juices leaking out of me. “I’ll go clean up.” I get up jerkily as my brain tries to process what we’ve just done.

“Yeah.”

I leave him sitting on the bed as I go into the bathroom, washing myself with a cloth, knowing there’s no chance in hell I could remove all the sperm left inside me. I take a second, silently questioning the mirror in front of me.

I always saw a kid in my future, probably more than one. Not as a single mother, though, I wouldn’t want that. But would I be single? Skull’s brought me here to the club to meet his brothers as he said he’s serious about me. We’d never spoken about kids, but Demon and Violet have Theo, and downstairs young Jay talked about having a family in time. It’s not as though there’s a law against members procreating here.

If Skull wants me as his old lady, and if in his world that’s as good as taking a wife, then a family must eventually figure into the equation. If we’ve made a mistake, maybe all we’ve done is moved it up the agenda.

How would I feel to have Skull’s child?I place my hand on my stomach.I’d feel good.

The face reflected in the glass frowns.Skull didn’t look happy.

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