Page 26 of Devil to Pay: Cutter

Rough whistles low and slow. “You don’t want to be screwed with her, brother, I’ll gladly take your place.”

Cutter’s beautiful lips drop into a scowl as he punches Rough in the ribs, causing Rough to double over, but he does it laughing. I don’t get it. He’s done screwing me already? Is it because I spilled my secrets last night?Stupid, stupid, Aja.My entire life is one bad decision after another. But if he thinks he can just pass me off to his friends, he can go fuck himself. I sleep with who I choose, whether it’s because I want to or for safety or security—it’s still my choice.

It hurts, I won’t lie to myself and pretend that it doesn’t. Still, I once again pull up my big girl panties and pretend that hearing what I heard is just another day in the life, which, with me, I guess it is.

“Woman, get your ass over here,” Cutter orders me. I’m in his space, so I won’t disrespect him by arguing. Club life has a hierarchy and for the time I’ve got left here, I’ll abide by it. Thus, I plaster a smile to my face and walk to Cutter, who immediately pulls me into his arms to straddle his lap.. “What do you think you’re doing walking around here in that?”

“My pajamas?”

“It shows every curve you got. Think I want every man in here knowing you got that shaved pussy? Having them all coming after you wanting a look for themselves? The fabric is kind of see-through when it pulls and without panties, not a brother within seeing distance can’t tell you keep that pretty cunt bald. Plus, those tits of yours bounce as you walk. A bald pussy and bouncing tits—that’s a hard combination for a man to pass up.”

“That’s insulting. You think I can’t keep a promise? We agreed to an exclusive sexual relationship. I might not have gone to college or even gotten my high school diploma, but I have enough intelligence to understand the wordexclusive.” Jesus, he has me so angry, I could spit nails, but his grip around me only tightens when I try to pull away.

“Calm down, baby. That’s not what I meant.”

“Don’t call me baby. I’m not that to you.”

Instead of responding with words, he leans in to kiss me. His mouth tastes of coffee and bacon, but that’s not the reason I melt in his arms, or not the only reason. And once I melt, the kiss turns almost pornographic. I totally lose any tentative control I might have had on the situation when my nipples pebble. Why oh why did I think tracking him down was a good idea? Because Cutter uses his thumb and finger to flick each one which shoots a bolt of need right through me. Right through me. Then, if that’s not bad enough, he rips his lips from mine to suck one into his mouth through the fabric. I’m officially putty in the man’s highly capable hands.

“Gotta fuck you,” he whispers in my ear before dropping his mouth to bite down, pulling at the skin of my neck. The next thing I know, Cutter is one-handedly unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, freeing his massively erect cock, then he lifts me by my ass, positions me how he wants me and slides me down.

I groan and start to ride him right there in the common room while he sits on a barstool next to Roughneck, who watches us the entire time.

“Damn,” he drawls, but Cutter and I are too busy to respond.

“Need to eat that pussy,” Cut grumbles right before he stands, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He holds me with one arm around my back and the other under my ass as he carries me, still connected to him, back to his room, while the whole time, I’m grinding down on him.

It’s literally the hottest sex of my life. Once we reach his room, Cutter tosses me onto the bed and drops to his knees on the mattress. He spreads my bent knees wide and begins to feast.

Nothing could stop the orgasm from rocketing through me. From there, it gets wild. By the time we’ve finished, I’d swear we were one good bounce on the bed away from breaking the frame.

It’s impossible to catch a breath or to think a single thought. All I have it in me to do is feel the residual pounding sensation in my pussy from being worked the way he worked it.

He’s resting on his back, arm slung over his eyes, with his chest heaving. “All I meant was that I didn’t want my brothers seeing what I get to see through that nightie.”

“Well,thatidea’s shot to shit now, isn’t it?”

“Because of the sex? The only brother in the room not passed out was Rough and all he saw was you grinding on me. You were covered the whole time.”

“I have a hard time sayingnoto you. Please don’t do that one again. It was hot—so incredibly hot—but I don’t want to be regarded the same as the pussies who come here to fuck the men. The ones I’ve met have been nice, but they’re thought of very differently, put into a class that I don’t want to be a part of.”Not anymore, anyway.

“No one hurts those women. They get what they come for.”

“I know, but they also get passed around because they’ve made themselves available as play toys. I just don’t want your brothers to think I’m a play toy—because I’m not.”

“It won’t happen again.”

“Thank you.” I use what energy I have left to roll over and kiss him. “Now I have to shower and I’m starved.”

“What do you want to do today?”

“Do you know of any place hiring? I need a job. I’m good at stripping if that helps.”

“Don’t want you stripping. Nothing against strippers, but I’d rather you didn’t. You know my reasons.”

Right. Given that he doesn’t want me walking around here in my nighty because he’s afraid the brothers might get a glimpse of something, I guess I understand, but my choices are limited here. Stripping is the only legal job I have experience in.

“Then what do you propose I do?”

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