Page 96 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

After everything that has happened recently, I needed a break from it all. I’m resting my head on the back of the in floor tub in Bash and I’s bathroom as I contemplate things.

I’ve always loved this type of tub and couldn’t wait to have my own house with one inside. Imagine how excited I was the first time Bash showed me this room, with the bathroom inside and boom, there was my dream tub.

I love my showers, but after the long days like I’ve been having, all I wanna do is scald my skin off while basking in the memory of it all.

Bash wants to go out, I’m not really in the mood, but I don’t want to upset him. He seems like he’s trying to make up for the way things happened the last time I saw him. He’s been gone on business for two weeks, and he keeps telling me it’s not a big deal that I’m being dramatic. I know I’m going to forgive him, but maybe I should make him work for it for a while.

‘Work for it? Girl, your ass is stupid. You need to leave him.’

Great, this is all I need. Another lecture from my conscience, but I don’t let her put a damper on my mood.

I smile devilishly at the thought ofmemaking Bash do anything. The man is stubborn and doesn’t take the word no nicely. All in all, I think he’ll like playing the game just as much as I once he sees what the reward will be.

‘And what exactly will be the prize? You know you don’t want to give it away to Bash.’

My inner self is not wrong, but the way she is thinking is wrong, and I don’t have time for her shit.

Ignoring her, I continue to get ready.

I finally get out of the tub and wrap a towel around my body. I walk over to my make-up table and begin to apply a thin layer of concealer.

Minutes later, I hear the door creaking open. Expecting it to be Bash, I drop my make-up brush, get up, and let the towel fall from my naked body as I wait for him to come to me.

“Athens, if you don’t want my father to come in here and see me fucking his bride-to-be, pick that fucking towel up right now and tie it back around that sexy body of yours.” Wyck growls.

At the mention of him fucking me, I slowly turn around, giving him an eye full of me before I bend over to pick up the towel.

He is so close to me now, that I never even saw him move. I didn’t see him until he had his hand around my throat and was pushing me back up against my makeup table.

“I can see the thought of me fucking you instead of him turns you on.” He says, and I shake my head, no. “No? Shall I have a look to see if you’re lying?” He asks, shoving my legs

open with his.

He slides his other hand down and over my breast, giving it a rough squeeze as he lets it travel down to his destination. Once there, he slides a finger inside, pulling a groan from my lips. Just as quick as it was there, his finger is gone, I watch him pull it out of me and stick it in his mouth.

“Perfection. Would you like a taste?” I shake my head, no, but then, he reaches back down and sticks two more fingers inside my pussy, coating them with my cum real good before he pulls them out and places them in front of me. “Open.” How can I tell him no?

That’s the thing, I can’t, so I bend to his will, do what he demands and open my mouth.

“Good, Little Fox, now suck them clean.” Why is that when he says things like this, it’s so fucking hot?

As soon as he places them inside my mouth, I waste no time sucking myself from his fingers. Not once do we break eye contact.

“You can look at me like you hate me all you want, Athens, but you and I both know that you want this and more… From only me.” He’s so sure of himself, while I don’t know what the hell I want. “Stop.” He barks, pulling his fingers from my mouth. “Do you want me to make you come before he comes back?”

“No.”

“No?”

“No, Wyck. You can’t. He will know.” I whisper as he smiles down at me. It’s not a smile that says he’s concerned about me, no this is a smile that says he knows I want him to.

“You’re not worried about the fact that we both want this, you’re worried that there will be consequences.”

“It doesn’t matter, we can’t do it. Now, please, leave. I’m sorry, I let you sucker me into your dirty, little game. I can’t let it happen again.” I growl, making no effort to move out of his way.

“You see, Athens, that’s where you’re wrong. You want to be suckered into whatever I throw your way. You’re a caged, little animal waiting to be set free. I can’t wait to see what happens when you finally spread your wings.” He says, ignoring all my protests, and sliding down to his knees. He nudges his way in between my legs as I yelp from him picking me up and throwing my legs over his shoulders. “I could care less if he fucking walks in, this pussy is mine, just like it was three years ago, and I dare anyone to try and take it from me.” He wastes no time parting my pussy lips, and latching onto my clit, making me cry out from his sweet torture.

“Wyck!” I yell.

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