Luck of the Devil (The Forge Trilogy #2)(15)

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India





When I’m rolling, I have no control over my words. They spill out of my lips freely, just like the tears I swipe away from my eyes.

I shouldn’t care that Forge’s ambition will flatten me if I don’t run like hell in the other direction, but obviously I care too much.

Don’t think about it right now.

So instead of thinking, I flip open the sides of my robe and spread my legs like there’s not a single trace of shame or modesty in my entire body. And right now, there isn’t. I want him to make me come again like he did in the shower.

When his finger pressed into my ass, I came unglued. The pleasure from it threatened to send me falling right to the floor, which is what I would have done if his strong arms and broad shoulders hadn’t been there to hold me up.

What would it be like to always know someone would be there to catch you, no matter what? That you will never fall? That you’re safe?

Another tear tracks down my face because I know that I’ll never be able to answer those questions.

“Why the tears, Ace?” Forge catches one on his thumb, and I brush his hand away.

When I threw out that nickname, I was completely joking. But for some reason, I like the way it sounds rolling off his tongue in that gruff voice.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, but he grips my wrists in one hand and pulls them down to my lap. One by one, Forge wipes the tears from my cheeks, but instead of stopping, they come faster.

“You’re killing me here.”

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to make them stop, but I know it won’t work.

“Make me scream instead,” I blurt.

His touch falls away from my face, and the bed shifts as he moves lower. Forge’s palms skim down my thighs and send goose bumps rising across my skin.

“I can do that. Just lay back and enjoy.”

As soon as his hot breath washes over my center, I open my eyes and stare down at the dark head of hair between my legs. It falls forward, obscuring my view, but it doesn’t matter. I can feel what he’s doing to me just fine. When his tongue sweeps from the bottom of my pussy, all the way up—almost to my clit—I thread my fingers through his hair and grip.

“Don’t tease me.”

He lifts his face to meet my gaze. “That, I can’t promise.” His wide tongue lashes out and flicks my clit. “But you’ll be screaming my name when you come.”

We both know he’s right, and he sets out to prove it to me in undisputable fashion. His tongue darts inside me, and he groans.

“So fucking delicious. I could eat you all night.”

“Mmm.” I moan in approval because I wouldn’t object . . . at least, not until I was dying for him to fill me.

Somehow, he must be able to read my mind, because with his left hand, he presses a thick finger against my opening and it slides inside. I buck against his mouth as he sucks my clit hard. It doesn’t take long before my first orgasm is barreling down on me, and I’m on the edge.

With a forceful plunge, his finger fills me, and I scream as I let go.

“I can’t—”

“Not stopping yet. You haven’t screamed my name. I want to hear it.”





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Forge





I don’t know why I care so much, but I’m a man on a mission. I want to hear Indy say it. Not Forge—Jericho. And I’m going to make her come over and over again until she breaks down and gives me what I want.

Is it fair? I don’t fucking care. I’ve never cared about fair before, and I won’t start now when I’m going to lose her tomorrow.

I lube up my thumb and go back to work, fucking her pussy with my finger as I slide my thumb into her ass while I suck and bite her clit.

Indy’s head swings back and forth on the pillow, and when mixed with the effects of the drug, the pleasure has to be more overwhelming than what she’s experienced lately. Actually . . . I remember what she said earlier. I’m the only man who has touched her in ten years.

Whatever happens next, I’m going to make one thing certain—the memory of me and what happens tonight will be burned in her brain in a way that she’ll never forget it.

“Forge! I can’t—”

I pull out my thumb and slide it back in. “Say my name, dammit.”

Her cry breaks as her ass tenses. She’s coming again, and that’s when she gives me what I want, even if it’s only a whisper to start.

“Jericho.”

I bite down hard on her clit, and her entire body shakes as my name grows louder into a scream. I lift my head, but her hands bury in my hair and keep my face planted between her legs.

“More.”

It’s another plea, and one I can’t ignore. I also know that it’s selfish as fuck, but if I’m going to give her another orgasm, it’s going to happen with my dick buried so deep inside her tight little cunt that I’ll never forget the feel of her. I want the memory of her burned into me too.

I pull away, not caring that strands of my hair stay gripped within her fingers. I fumble for the drawer of the nightstand, minding the candle on the top, and roll a condom down my dick. As soon as I’m covered, I move between her legs and plow forward.