Page 14 of Carnal Heart
He embraces me tightly and softly hums in my hair before giving me that added pressure my body craves. This is so fucking wrong, and yet, I don’t ever want him to stop. I must be touch starved or something because this addiction I have for Devyn Shio isn’t right. Devyn is like the sun; beautiful and blinding, but too much exposure will leave you burned.
“Tell me, Doll. Did you design this shirt?” He sounds amused.
“Yeah,” I pause. “How did you know?”
Devyn keeps his grip on my throat but steps back enough so our bodies are no longer pressed together. With his free hand, he trails his tantalizing fingers down my stomach before dipping lower. His fingers dip into my waistband and hook on my underwear.
When his fingers don’t stop, my head begins to spin. “What the fuck are you doing?” This asshole thinks he can just ignore me and do whatever he pleases? That’s when I remember who he is.
Whathe is.
A Black Hart. And tonight is Praeda.
Devyn can do whatever he wants with whomever he wants, and no one here will stop him. But I’m not his prey. His chosen Praeda is supposed to be Remy. Not me. Never me. Being chosen by a Black Hart is supposed to be an honor, no matter how depraved their claiming might be.
Devyn’s hand drops from around my throat. His fingers dig into my hip in a punishing grip, holding me steady. My legs are shaking now, but I can’t quite tell if they’re shaking in fear, panic, or lust. Fuck. Maybe it’s a little bit of all three. And how messed up is that?
His hand dives between my crease, and suddenly his index finger circles my puckered hole. My pants remain buttoned, and the material cuts into my stomach. I’m trapped. A caged animal on a leash, unable to get away.
My chest tightens. There’s no way in hell he’d actually finger me right here in front of everyone, right? When a little extra pressure is added to my hole, I jerk away, pushing forward and out of his grasp.
Devyn snarls, one hand still down my pants and the other catching my waistband and yanking me back to him like a sick game of yo-yo.
The dance floor is a whirl of people and lights, but then, as if rehearsed, I’m back in his embrace.
I stomp on his foot and twist around. Considering he’s wearing thick boots like I am, I doubt that stupid move even did anything to him. Facing him now, my eyes flick up to his crimson gaze. A dangerous, lust-filled fire burns within his eyes.
He must see something on my face because he leans in, nostrils flaring. “There’re certain things I like, sweet fire.Dark things. And the way you struggle? It does things to me. It ignites a passion in my soul. Fight me all you want, but don’t misunderstand. By the end of the night, you’ll be mine.”
His words echo in my head, pinging around until I’m nothing but confused and flushed. Devyn’s hand slides behind my blazer and under my shirt. It travels higher until his fingertips trace a pattern of scars I always keep hidden. Devyn stills. Embarrassed, I spin back around in his hold so that I’m no longer facing him. Pausing, Devyn takes this as an invitation,pressing his body against mine from behind, and closing the distance between us.
Terror causes my entire body to freeze.
Standing in front of me, only about fifteen feet away, is Remy. The anger pouring off him seems to fill the space between us.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Devyn glance up. His fingers flex against my hip when he sees who I’m looking at.
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I take a step back, accidentally pressing my body firmly against Devyn. He wraps a muscular arm around me, like a thick bar holding me in place. Trapped between a monster and a demon, I make a decision and lean against the Black Hart behind me.
“Ah,” Devyn murmurs into my ear. “There he is. Should we show the prick he can’t take what’s mine?”
What’s his?“Wh—what are you talking about?”
Suddenly, Devyn is grasping my chin and twisting my face toward him. The angle is almost painful. Our lips meet in a desperate frenzy, and before I can catch my breath or even understand that Devyn is claiming me in front of my ex, he’s leaning over me, shoving his tongue so far down my throat that I can hardly breathe. He continues to kiss me sloppily, and for some reason, I’m here for it.
All my senses are hyper-focused on Devyn Shio. His touch, the way he tastes, and that intoxicating scent of cinnamon and cloves.
I’m so distracted that it hardly registers that his fingers are getting wet from all the saliva between us. That is until hisfingers let go of my face and trail down my body and between my crack. My muscles tighten with arousal and anticipation. His finger finds my hole easily before he’s thrusting it inside of me.
The stretch burns and feels good at the same time. He barely gives me time to adjust before he’s thrusting in and out, opening me up right here on the dance floor.
Blood rushes to my cock until I’m panting and needy.
Arousal and humiliation thrum through me like a wildfire scorching me with heat. This fucking Black Hart is fingering me on the dance floor. I should be pissed. Really fucking pissed at the way he treats me like his little plaything. It should remind me of the way my ex used me, but it doesn’t. Instead, he makes me feel alive.
Tiny whimpers and gasps are falling from my lips.
