Page 28 of The Devil's Spawn

Undulating my hips, I dropped my forehead against his, and our gazes locked together as surely as our bodies did. His breath became my own, and the adoration in his eyes hit me square in the chest, stealing my life-force.

“I have no fucking words for how good you feel right now,” he said, sliding his hands along my cheeks. Gage could do tender when he wanted to—when he wasn’t preoccupied with taking me by force or delivering a punishment.

Sometimes, he loved me like a normal man.

Fuck, I was going to cry and ruin this moment. I shuttered my eyes against the threat of tears, but it was too late. He swiped at the moisture creeping out from underneath my lashes.

“Baby, eyes on me.”

Exhaling the sob I’d been holding back, I opened my eyes, and confusion overshadowed his blue gaze.

“Why are you crying?”

“I don’t know.” And I truly didn’t. Maybe his tenderness on the tail of such brutality did me in. Or maybe I just needed him too much, and a tiny part of me wept over the hold he had on me.

Cradling my cheeks, he nipped at my lips before drawing me into a kiss that destroyed me. Our tongues came together in sync with our bodies. The salt of my tears infused our taste buds with a spectrum of emotions, cleansing us of past hurts. We kissed and fucked in perfect harmony, each note falling into place, every high and low executed with mastery.

He let go of my face with a groan, grabbed my hips, and yanked me down until I took his cock to the hilt. “I’ll never get enough. Your body enchants me—”

Another upward thrust hit my G-spot, and I cried out with a delicious shudder.

“Your smile lights my world, baby. And your stubbornness…hell, you can’t help but challenge the bastard in me.” As if to punctuate his words, he dug his fingers into my tender ass. “I know loving me isn’t easy, but you do it so damn well.”

The tears would never stop at this rate. I clutched his hair and fucked thefuckout of him, mindless of the way his hands gouged my red and welted flesh. His touch guided me, punished me, but above all else, he held me to him with fierce possession.

He’d never let me go, and the certainty of that knowledge swaddled my heart in absolution.

“No more doubts,” I cried, lips damp against his skin.

“No more doubts,” he agreed, then he sucked in a sharp breath. “You’re making me lose my shit. I’m gonna come, and if you don’t come with me, I’ll spank the fuck out of your ass.”

That was all I needed—the mental picture of his authoritative hand on my bottom. I fell apart within the confines of his embrace…no, we fell apart in each other’s arms, groaning and grunting and moaning incoherent nothings as we grasped for that wondrous high together.

14. O.M.G. Again

The week began with torrential rain. I found the downpour symbolic as if Mother Nature was urging us to wash away the darker aspects of our histories and focus on the future instead. And the future held a bright new beginning, in more ways than one.

For the first time since we’d married, Gage allowed me to find purpose in something other than motherhood or being a wife and slave. He’d hired me on as his personal assistant again, this time on a part-time basis. For the first two days, I worked at his side until noon, at which point he sent me home to perform my wifely duties. Housekeeping, shopping, and meal preparation were still my responsibilities, though if I started working more hours at Channing Enterprises, he’d allow me to hire help at home.

But for now, my new job was on a conditional basis until I proved that I could keep up with my duties. Everything was going smoothly until Wednesday when life slapped me in the face with a huge wake-up call.

I’d just walked into the foyer when the lunch I’d had with Gage turned in my gut. I barely made it to the bathroom before losing the contents of my stomach. As I held onto the gleaming porcelain, heaving for all I was worth, I could no longer deny it. Getting sick all the time wasn’t due to stress, and the stomach bug that had visited Eve was long gone.

This was something else. Something I couldn’t bring myself to hope for just yet…until I ran the calculations in my head and realized I was late.

I should have called Gage, but when I picked up my cell, Simone’s number was the one my fingers dialed. Late or not, I wasn’t about to get Gage’s hopes up for nothing. A piss stick would have to show me two lines first.

Then I’d tell him…if I had anything to tell at all.

Simone answered on the fifth ring. “What’s up?”

“Are you working today? I was hoping we could get together.”

A few seconds of quiet passed. “Ian told me he ran into you,” she finally said, hesitancy lacing her tone. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about us.”

Her words caught me off-guard. “That’s not why I’m calling.” The incident with Ian seemed like weeks ago instead of days, considering everything that was going through my mind now.

“Oh,” she said, sounding surprised. “You seem a little upset, so I thought…”

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