Page 39 of Hell's Storm

She waves him off. “Next time, tell me you have the Devil as a girlfriend.”

It’s weird to be referred to as the Devil instead of my father. When Hazen holds out his sweaty hand, I take it and let him help me to my feet. I know Hazen can tell something is up, but he doesn’t push it. Together we make our way back to the castle. I can barely process that I have another sister that hired killers to take out the family for The Flame.

At breakfast, Khazon scowls at me and tells me not to run off places without at least two of them. Ryker nurses his headache with wine while Ledger speaks very loudly in his direction. When I catch him, he sheepishly flashes a smile. My men act like fucking children. Inarian is the only one that just watches everyone and keeps quiet. Jigsaw will talk to him every so often.

Jigsaw puts his hand on my knee, feeling the soft skin there. It helps pull me from my thoughts as they run a mile a minute. I needed to speak to my father.

“Are you okay?” Ozias asks, leaning forward. He is amazing. He left his family to help us find refuge; although we are safe now, he hasn’t returned.

“Tired.”

“My fault,” Ryker groans. “I kept her out late.”

Hazen shakes his head. “I had her working early.”

“Would you like to take a nap?” Jigsaw asks.

I can talk to my father like that, can’t I?I cock a brow. “Why, do you want to come?”

His lime green eyes travel my face. “Sure.”

Hazen almost spits out his orange juice. “Jigsaw, and you are going to cuddle. He never cuddles.”

I stand, moving from the table. “No one said anything about cuddling. Come, boy.”

“Watch it,” Jigsaw growls but follows me up the stairs. In my room, he drops his jacket.

“I forgot to tell you. You look great without the mask and gloves.”

One side of his lip curls. “Thank you. I think I can touch most fae people… They have this resistance to me. I bumped into a woman today.” I glare over at him, and he stops speaking. A complete smile forms on his face. “Oh? Jealous?”

“Nope. Not me.” turning away, I work on getting the corset I have on off.

I hear him move closer, and then I feel his hands on my hips. “She was really, really old. I think I broke her hip.”

Rolling my eyes, I turn to him. “At least someone is getting their hips broken.”

His fingers go down the front of my dress. Our eyes are locked, but I can feel the dress getting looser on me as it gets burned away. “Do you want me to break your hips?”

“How would you do that?”

The dress drops, and his eyes move down my body quickly. He steps closer. “Take my clothes off me.”

Gladly.My hands touch his hips and run upwards. His jaw tightens. His skin wakes with goosebumps as I push the shirt up and over his head. His jet-black hair falls back to his shoulders in a mess. My fingers then work on his chains, and I let them drop to the ground one by one.

“Asura.”

I drop to my knees, working on his belt and then button. Then I pull down all his remaining clothes, and his dick springs free, right in my face. My eyes wander up his jet-black happy trail to his abs, then to his face. His lime green eyes are locked on me, and his lips are parted. “You want it?”

He nods.

I lean forward, planting a kiss on his tip. Then I pull away and start to stand up. “Nope. Too tired.”

Jigsaw lets out a growl, grabbing a fistful of my hair and guiding me back to my knees. My core tightens at the roughness, and I know he knows I like it. He probably smells how wet he made me from being rough. “Take it.”

My eyes lock as I lean forward, taking his tip into my mouth. My tongue swirls around it, drawing a moan from him. He pushes my head down, but I can’t take much more.

“Fuck,” he moans.

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