Page 131 of Dance With A Devil
“Run,” I rasp.
That wicked smile splits her face, and then she bolts, wild and barefoot through the trees.
She thinks she’s running from one Devil.
She doesn’t know four more are waiting for her just beyond the trees.
And I’ll be there for the end.
Because the night’s not over.
Not even close.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Dash
The night air clings to me like a second skin, humid, thick, humming with anticipation.
Perfect hunting weather. And me? I’ve always been patient. Because prey tastes better after a chase.
I lean against a twisted oak, eyes narrowed through the slits of my mask as I wait for our girl to come dancing through thetrees. My cock’s already rock-hard from watching Wyck devour her like she was his last meal. The way she melted in his hands, those needy sounds... fuck, I nearly came untouched.
It’s been too long since I fucked someone. Tried, yeah. But no one gets me off anymore. No one except her.
I’ve sampled her before, just a drop, but it was enough to ruin me for anyone else. Since that night at the pool party, my body’s betrayed me over and over. Other girls? Nothing. Couldn’t finish. Couldn’t feel a damn thing.
But Athens?
Athens is my fucking drug. One I’d overdose on gladly.
And I know I’m not as close to her as the others are. Not yet. But Iwantto be. I need to be.
She's chaos wrapped in curves, fire wrapped in flesh. A living, breathing puzzle I want to dismantle and rebuild from the inside out. I want her to bleed secrets into my mouth. I want to fuck her until the only name she remembers is mine.
She has no idea I watch her sleep every night, study the way her lips part when she dreams. I wait for her chest to rise and fall before I allow myself to close my eyes.
Because now... she’s mine to protect. Even if she doesn't know it yet.
And if she ever finds out about my past? The stepmother who made me her plaything. The way she let staff line up to take turns with me, and worse, with my sister.
If Athens ever learns that my father stood there, watching, pretending none of it was happening…
No.
I shove the memory down deep into the rot where it belongs.
"Get a fucking grip, Dash," I mutter under my breath. "Not now."
A shadow moves in the trees, followed by the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard, her laugh. High. Breathless. Wild.
She barrels out of the woods like a storm in bare feet, giggling as she runs. Wyck peels off to the left, leaving her open for the next Devil to catch her.
That Devil is me.
I break into a run. Branches claw at my arms, my mask fogging up from the heat I’m radiating. She’s fast, but I’m faster.
She veers right. Wrong move, Sweet Sin.
