Page 26 of The Devil's Spawn

I moaned and groaned, my hands balled into fists against the tile. “Master, please.”

“Please, what?” He blew a warm breath over my bottom, and I liked that he was on his haunches behind me, practically worshipping the handiwork of his sadism while simultaneously gifting me pleasure.

“Can I come, Master?”

“You may not.”

“Grrr!” Bumping my forehead on the tile, I gritted my teeth to keep from slinging hateful words at him.

“You’re still being punished. You don’t get to come during a punishment. You know that.”

Still being punished…

A flash of Katherine on her knees, her slutty mouth inches from his cock, sprang to mind, causing my body to go rigid. But recalling his words truly iced my heart.

If you ever touch another man again, I’ll not only fuck her, but I’ll do it in front of you.

I hadn’t betrayed him, but a hug could be construed as touching another man. “Are you going to…?” Suddenly, vomit burned my throat.

“Spit it out, Kayla. Whatever it is, don’t hold back. That’s what got you in trouble in the first place.”

“Are you going to use Katherine against me?” Closing my eyes, I failed to breathe as I waited for his answer. But he was quiet, leaving me close to panicking. “Please, Master. I need to know.”

“You don’t have to worry about Katherine. When I made the threat, I was so angry that I thought I could do it. But fuck, Kayla, I don’t think I could ever touch another woman. You’re it for me.”

The breath I’d been holding whooshed from me in a torrent of relief. “You’re it for me too. I need you to know that.”

His lack of response worried me. He stopped caressing between my legs, but still, he didn’t say anything.

“Gage, I mean it. Please know that.”

“You don’t have any feelings for him?”

“Not like I used to.” Gage had purged my love for Ian the instant he’d sentenced me to that cage. “Honestly, after I got over the shock of seeing him, I was more worried about how you’d react.”

He rose behind me, pressing his erection against my sore ass, and gripped my hair in an uncompromising fist. “Swear to me that he means nothing.”

“He means nothing.”

Gage pulled on my hair, angling my head so he could claim my mouth. The spray from the shower misted over our faces, wetting our lips as we came together in an open-mouthed kiss that sucked the will right out of my bones.

I whimpered against his lips, needing more…so much more.

He inched back with a groan. “I want in your ass so badly right now.”

My breath hitched, and I turned horrified eyes on him. I could not, for the fucking life of me, comprehend taking his cock right now. Not with the way my ass burned.

“Relax, baby,” he whispered, brushing his mouth over mine again. “I know you’re in pain, so I’ll settle for your mouth instead.” He let out a breath that shivered against my well-kissed lips. “On your knees.”

His command, spoken soft and low yet full of authority, shot straight to my pussy. I turned around and kneeled before him, then eagerly accepted his cock into my mouth. He pushed his hands into my hair, brushing the wet strands from my eyes.

“Baby, look at me.”

God, he was beautiful. Dark hair drenched, blue eyes more startling than usual—I was helpless against this man, especially when he gave in to the speck of tenderness hiding inside his sadistic soul. Instead of grabbing my hair and ramming his cock down my throat, like he normally would, he combed his fingers through my hair as he slipped in and out of my mouth.

Intense heat flared between my thighs, and I whimpered around his shaft, tongue massaging the softness of his head.

Propping an arm against the tile, he groaned deep in his throat as he gazed down at me in wonder. “Don’t stop doing that with your tongue. It feels unbelievable.” His mouth flattened into a determined line. “You’re being such a good girl. Fuck, I want to make you come into next year.”

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