Page 15 of The Devil's Spawn

Yielding to his command, I knelt between his legs. His desk hid most of my body, but he pushed back a few inches to give me more room. Shoving the masquerade ball and what would come after from my mind, I had him unbuckled, unzipped, and his cock in my mouth in about five seconds flat.

He pushed his hands into my hair and gripped the strands, holding me to his lap with suffocating force.

“I guess now would be a good time to tell you that Katherine will be here any minute.”

The movement of my eager tongue stalled around his shaft, and I tried pulling away, but he wouldn’t let me. With a groan, he forced his cock deeper. “Take it all, baby. I want her to see how fucking unglued your mouth makes me. I want her to see this, Kayla. Let’s give her a show she won’t forget.”

This plan of his excited me too much, and I gagged extra hard. He wound my hair around his fist and drew my lips up and down his velvety cock. As my lips closed around the tip, I raised my eyes to his, entranced by the startling blue depth of his need for me.

“God, you’re sexy,” he breathed.

A quick rap sounded an instant before a door creaked open then closed. Feminine footsteps crossed the room. Over the ruckus of heels, I detected the soft groan that escaped Gage’s tight lips.

“I’m glad you called,” Katherine’s said in her grating voice, “though I would have met you someplace more private. Your office isn’t my idea of—”

“As you can see,” he said with a grunt, responding to the way I worked the underside of his cock, “I don’t care about privacy. I get what I want, where I want, and when I want. And right now I want my wife’s very talented mouth wrapped around my cock while I give you these.” The sound of rustling papers drifted to where I knelt on the floor, and as he slid them across the desk, he leaned forward, thrusting deeper.

Silence ensued for a few heavy seconds. “What is this?”

“A petition for parenting time.”

I imagined Katherine’s beet-red face and envisioned steam coming out of her ears.

“We were working out visitation just fine. You don’t need to do this!”

“If you mean you used our son as a bargaining chip, then yes, I do imagine the status quo was working in your favor.”

“Gage!”

“Do not fuck with me, Katherine. You won’t like the outcome.” Voice stringent with a warning, he fisted my hair even tighter, and I felt his thighs quake under my clenched hands. He was losing his shit, though it was a toss up if his crumbling composure was a result of his argument with Katherine, or from the way I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. I studied his face and found a mixture of both.

“I’ll see you in court.” A telling tick hardened his jaw an instant before he showed his teeth. “Now get out of my office so I can properly fuck my wife.”

An indignant huff sounded, followed by stomps and a slam of the door. Gage yanked me to my feet, lifted me with one arm as he shoved the laptop out of our way with the other, and we crashed onto his desk. I wrapped my legs around him, my skirt bunching around my waist.

“Wish you could have seen her face,” he said as he thrust into me with unapologetic violence. My body slid across his desk from sheer force. He crushed his lips to mine and devoured, our tongues tangling as he slammed my hands to the surface of his workspace. Clamping a hand around my wrists, he pinned them above my head as he plundered me into oblivion.

Fucked me to Neverland.

Loved me with more passion and obsession and loyalty than I deserved.

This crazy, obscene, and powerful man loved me. He hungered for me so much that he was about to rattle the screws loose that held his desk in one piece. He was definitely rattling the screws loose that held my mind together. With each thrust of his cock, they shifted a little more, slowly working their way out of the holes in my head. This was how my will shattered, how my sanity and the very essence of who I was broke into pieces.

Then he’d take those pieces and play with them as if they belonged to his favorite puzzle—one custom made for him. Maybe I was. Maybe I was born to be broken down and put back together by him.

“Fuck, baby,” he said, pulling his mouth from mine. “If you believe nothing else, believe how much I belong to you. Feel me, Kayla.” He slowed to a crawl, his cock annihilating me with measured strokes meant to push me right to the edge.

“The energy between us doesn’t lie. It’s more than fucking. It’s mutual ownership. You have my heart. Youaremy heart.”

Tears flooded my eyes, and a sob strangled from my well-kissed lips. My pussy clenched once around him, begging to go over the edge. Begging, always begging.

“I love you, Master.”

“Ah fuck.” He let go of my hands and engulfed me in an embrace rife with possessive restraint. “I love you so damn much.” He huffed ragged breaths against my ear. “Come for me. Come so fucking hard the entire building hears it. Do it, baby.”

When he was this worked up, holding back was impossible. I clenched around the steel-like shaft of my husband and cried his name at a decibel I was sure even Katherine heard.

“God, you feel good. So fucking good, squeezing my cock like you own it.” His fingers grasped my hair and pulled.

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