Page 27 of The Devil's Bargain

“There.” Her green eyes glitter wickedly in the moonlight. “You want an heir so damn bad? Maybe that time did the trick.”

Is that what she was trying to do? Using sex against me instead of as a way to remember how close we once were—how close we’re going to be from now on—and then throwing my own words back in my face?

Because theyaremy words, aren’t they?

Chest heaving, fingers curling into the sheets so that I don’t dig into her pretty skin, leaving bruises as a mark of just how much I want this woman, I realize that I fucked up. I probably did in more ways than I can count—starting with blackmailing her into giving me forever when I would’ve helped her just because she called me—but as Ava starts to climb off of me without chasing an orgasm of her own, I know that fucked up big time.

I can’t believe I let her think for a single second that the only reason I want to fuck her is because she’s a wet pussy and an empty womb and not because she’s starred in ever single fantasy I’ve had since I was twelve years old.

I finally convinced her to let me touch her when we were fifteen. At sixteen, we had awkward sex for the first time. By nineteen, I was sure I would never want to fuck anyone else—and when I started my penance at twenty, I told myself I never would.

It’s always been Ava Monroe for me, or no one. And now, fifteen years later, I have her back in my bed… and maybe I had to carry her there first, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting her leave it without her being satisfied first.

Fuck. I don’t plan on letting her leave it at all, but I don’t need an excuse to pleasure this woman.

Gonna take it anyway, though.

As Ava starts to move away from me, I clasp my hands on her waist, grumbling to myself when her sleep shirt gets in the way of my palms touching her, skin to skin. I want to rip it off of her, but there’s only so far I want to push Ava tonight, and from the way fire seems to flash in her eyes as I trap her on top of me, I think I passed it already.

Oh, well.

In one quick move, I tilt her to her back, cradling her in the gap left between my legs when I spread them to make room for her. Once I have her trapped there, I shift my position so that she’s splayed out, her ankles are hooked over my shoulders, and my mouth is hovering inches over her pussy.

As I shove her shirt up high enough that I can see her tits as I drop my chin to my sweat-damp sheet, she finally stammers out, “What are you doing?”

Isn’t it obvious?

“Licking you clean, pet.” Curling my tongue, I dip the point inside of her pussy, gathering as much of my come as I can. Mingled with Ava’s taste, I can pretend I’m not swallowing my own spunk, but if this is what I have to do to get my point across, I’ll do it.

Maybe then my new bride will understand there isn’t anything I won’t do forher.

I thought it was obvious, but she doesn’t seem to understand. “Why? Why would you do that?”

I hate to have to lift my head from her damp curls and the heat of her pussy, but I do long enough to meet her perplexed gaze.

“You think I’m only in this to knock you up. If it happens, it happens, but forgive me if I want to enjoy my wife for longer than a couple of months before I have to share her with someone else.”

I waited fifteen years for another chance with Ava. As much as it has my dick stirring, going hard again to think of this woman swelled up with my kid inside of her, I wasn’t kidding when I said I plan on enjoying her as much as I can.

It’s been one night, and I’m already fucking addicted. And that’s only if I pretend I alreadywasn’t.

I know this is just performative. Licking my come out of her while also nuzzling her clit with my nose, sucking her labia into my mouth, doing everything and anything to make her come on my face… my tongue is powerful enough to have her panting, writhing as she rubs her pussy all over me, but it’s nowhere near as long as my dick. I can’t get every drop, but, fuck, I hope I made my point clear.

And when Ava shoves her fingers through my hair, shoving herself against me as though she could care fucking less if she suffocated me right now, I have to smile into her pussy as her legs start to shake, heels digging into my bare back.

Yeah. I think I did.

TEN

THE PLAYGROUND

AVA

Link calls me his wife.

It doesn’t take long before I realize that means I’m hisprisoner.

Maybe I should have expected that. It’s not like I agreed to marry some ordinary blue-collar guy. He’s the head of a crime syndicate with enemies to match, and if it gets past his crew that I’m his wife, I’d be an easy target.

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