Page 82 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

Now, it’s my turn to search his face as I wonder why he’s being so nice to me.

“Why? You hate me, remember?”

“I may not like you, but I remember when he used to beat my mother. He won’t lay another finger on you again while I’m here. If you stay.” He promises.

I don’t answer, I just stare at him until he can’t take it anymore. He turns around with my robe strings still in his grasp and pulls me towards his room.

Once we get inside, he shuts the door with a soft click and turns to face me. My palms are sweaty as a thin layer of sweat begins to pool on my forehead. He shouldn’t be doing this, and I should leave, but something is compelling me to stay.

“I feel you overthinking this from the way you’re shaking. Relax, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” He whispers.

How can I stop him when he’s finally being so sincere compared to how he normally has been.

“Okay.” Wrong answer. Nothing about this is okay, but I can’t bring myself to tell him to stop as he pulls the strings of my robe open, exposing my naked form. He then pushes the robe all the way off my shoulders, revealing not only my body, but the light bruising that’s starting to form.

He gets down on his knees to get a closer look, and I swear the heat must have taken the opportunity to turn on full blast because I’m hot as Hades now.

I thought he was leaning in to have a closer look at the damage, but then I hear him inhale as he gets within inches of my pussy.

“You smell delicious, Athens.” He growls.

“Wyck.” I don’t mean for it to come out as a moan, and it turns out, that was the wrong thing to do.

He picks me up, prompting me to throw my arms around his neck, and carries me to his bed.

“I’m not going to fuck you, but I do want to know if you taste as good as you smell.” He whispers.

“You can’t.” I whine.

“I can do whatever I want.” He snarls. “But I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do… Yet. When the time is right, you won’t be able to deny me.” He says, gently laying me down on his bed.

“I doubt that, this can’t go any further than here. My body hurts, and that’s the only reason I’m not leaving as I planned on doing.” I growl.

“Is that so?” I shake my head, yes. “Shall I let you go then? Do you think it’s safe for you to drive in the condition you’re in?” I contemplate his question for a second. Sure I can make it on my own, haven’t I really been doing that anyways?

“I think I can manage.” I muster up the courage to say as I try to sit up in bed with a groan. “Shit.” I mumble, clutching my side.

“That’s what I thought. Stop being such a brat and lay back down.” He grunts, and I chuckle. “I’m glad you think I’m a joke.”

“I don’t, I was just laughing because someone else called me a brat.” I giggle, thinking about Karter saying the same thing.

The thought of him has me reaching my hand up to the spot under my ear to where he left me something to remember him by.

“Did he do something to you there as well?” He asks, getting up from kneeling down beside me to come and inspect my neck.

“No.” My answer is short, sweet, and to the point. Hopefully he doesn’t still want to take a look.

“Let me see.” He grunts, smacking my hand out of the way when I try to cover it up. “Athens, I want to take it lightly on you after what you’ve been through tonight, but I’m not above spanking that perfectly round ass of yours to make you obey me. Now get up and let me see all of you.”

Oh, boy, when he demands it like that, I have no choice but to listen.

“Help me up?” Hopefully me giving him the pitiful look will get me off the hook.

“Don’t think being nice now will save you, I’ll still whip your ass.” So much for that, but the thought of him whipping me sends thrills throughout my body as I stand on shaky legs.

“Sorry.”

“Not yet you aren’t. Turn around.” I turned so he could look at my backside.

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