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“Okay.” She swallowed nervously.
“Was it Niall? The guy in the woods?”
She gave a sigh of relief.
“No. It wasn’t Niall. The guy left Brinton about two years ago and moved to Australia with his family. I didn’t hear from him after that night, but Jodie told me about him emigrating.”
“Good riddance,” I replied, but the cogs in my brain had already started working. I knew that was something I could do some research on, find out which fucker from around here had left for Australia. It wasn’t like that was something that happened often in Brinton. Someone was bound to have a name. I’d find him one day, and he’d pay for making my special girl feel like crap. No one would ever get away with hurting her or making her feel less than she was.
“So, you’re not mad?” The trepidation in her eyes made me reach forward and pull her down to lie on the bed with me.
“How could I ever be mad at you? You’re my little raven. My soulmate.”
“But you’re going to start treating me differently, aren’t you?” She moved back and gave me a pointed stare. I knew she was worried that what she’d said might change things, but I was confused. I’d already explained to her that I didn’t blame her.
“I’ve told you…” I placed a gentle kiss on her nose. “You did nothing wrong. It’s all forgotten.”
She narrowed her stare and with a hint of accusation she said, “That right there, that little kiss, that’s exactly what I mean.”
“What?” I shrugged, having absolutely no idea what she was on about.
“You’re treating me like some china doll. Like I’m fragile. That isn’t what I want. I don’t want some watered-down version of you, Devon. I’ve watched you for long enough to know who you are. That darkness, the side of you that you keep hidden, I want that. I want it all.”
I took a moment to look at her, watch her, and take in what she was truly saying to me.
“That girl you caught watching from outside the warehouse, that’s me, Devon. The real me. A little crazy sometimes, a desire to be reckless maybe, and no one to take my hand and show me the way. And you? You’re the boy with the devil in his eyes, a darkness in his heart, and a wicked streak running right through his soul. The one I’ve always dreamed about. It’s you I’ve craved all these years. Not a version of you that you think I can handle. The real you. Don’t hold back on me now. Please.”
“Do you really think you can handle me?” I joked, giving her a side grin and squeezing her thigh.
“I want to at least try,” she said, then with more confidence she added, “Do you think you can handle me?”
“Oh, I can handle you.” I leaned to her ear, rolling towards her and pressing my whole body over hers. “I can handle you exactly the way you need to be handled. Hold on tight, baby.”
ChapterTwenty-Six
DEVON
She’d just given me the green light to unleash every bit of the pent-up frustration I had scorching through me. Every inch of my body was burning for her. I would show her what she meant to me, but at the same time, I had to let my demons out to play. They couldn’t be tamed anymore.
I knelt on the bed and stared at her, lying there, panting like the innocent angel she was. I couldn’t wait to ruin her in all the ways that would make her scream.
“You need to take off that dress,” I commanded. “Nice and slowly. Show me what’s mine.”
She bit her lip and then sat up, wriggling the dress up and over her head.
“And you need to lose the shirt,” she responded boldly. “Show me what I own.”
I chuckled at her. I liked that she was being daring too, but I could do better than that.
“Oh, I’ll show you what’s yours, baby.” I smirked, sliding off the bed and standing in front of her. With a cocky grin on my face, I took my shirt off, then I undid my trousers and pulled them––along with my boxers––right off. I kicked my shoes and socks off, and then, standing completely naked in front of her, I said, “Do you like what you see?”
My dick was rock hard, standing to attention, and all she could do was nod and then clear her throat to say, “Hell yes.”
“Good, because I plan on making you a satisfied girlfriend. Very satisfied.”
I sauntered over to the bed and crawled onto it, stopping right at her feet. She was fucking stunning, wearing nothing but a black G-string. Her perfect tits were swaying slowly as she took long deep breaths, her nipples puckered, making my mouth water––desperate to suck on them. I wanted to have my mouth everywhere, my tongue exploring every inch of her, and my dick inside her, bringing her to orgasm.
“Take off your knickers and show me how wet you are,” I ordered. My eyes focused on her fingers as she slid them into the side of her G-string and pulled it slowly down her legs, and then off. I could see her blushing slightly, but I pushed harder, keeping her in the moment with me. “Legs open, Leah. Show me how much your pussy wants me.”
