Cards of Love: The Devil (Devil's Playground #1)(21)

Kristy: You’re so dirty, Damien.





Another text immediately follows that one.

Kristy: My body is craving you. I need you to fuck me like your life depends on it after classes end tomorrow.





I do another look around before I type out my response.

Damien: Tell me everything you want me to do to that hot little cunt of yours and I’ll consider it.





Chapter 12





Eden





AngelBaby123: I don’t think I can do this.





His username is gray, and I know he probably won’t see my message until after the party.

And I’ll have lost my one and only chance.

I’m not stupid. I know this is Cain’s way of testing me again. He probably wants to make sure I can handle being out of my comfort zone by doing the one thing that scares me the most. He wants to see if I have what it takes to make our relationship work because there are so many obstacles in our way.

Exhaling sharply, I clutch my chest. God, I’m so nervous. My heart is beating so hard it hurts.

“Everything okay, miss?” the driver questions.

No, everything is not okay. Cain’s ignoring me and I’ll be arriving at the Vanderbilt castle in ten minutes.

I love him.

From the soles of my shoes to the top of my head, I’m in love with Cain Carter.

And if I want everything he’s willing to give me…everything I’ve dreamed of since the first time he looked at me and stole my heart, I have no choice but to walk inside that party.

I can do this.

I can do this for him.

I can do this for us.

“I’m fine,” I tell the driver. “But would you mind rolling down the window? It’s a little hot in this get-up.”

He nods. “Not a problem, miss.”

Closing my eyes, I inhale in the fresh air. When my nerves threaten to skyrocket again, I force myself to take a few calming breaths.

I can be anyone I want tonight, I remind myself. Just like Cain said.

And tonight? I’m no longer the Eden who’s damaged and scared of her own shadow.

Tonight, this Eden is confident, sexy, and beautiful.

Tonight, this Eden is brave.

Tonight, I’m no longer the girl with a broken heart.

I’m the girl who takes what she wants.





Chapter 13





Cain





Past…


It’s weird mourning a life that doesn’t belong to you. Not that I’m proud of what I’ve done. Pretending to be someone you’re not is wrong.

No matter how fun it can be.

Kristy: I’m naked.

Kristy: Waiting for you to come in here so you can tie me up and ram that fat dick of yours in my ass.





I damn near whimper as I read her texts. I want to respond…no, fuck that. I want to find her and shove my fat dick in her ass—but it’s the end of the day and I have to return Damien’s phone.

Not that it would matter if I didn’t. I’m pretty sure Kristy—whoever she is—would call the cops if I showed up instead of Damien.

My fingers itch to respond, but I shove them in my pocket.

Late last night I went through Damien’s phone and erased all the texts I sent to Kristy and a few other chicks he talks to.

The last text Kristy sent is a good place for them to rekindle their relationship, though so I won’t delete it.

Christ, I hate him. The guy has it all.

My mood is grim as I continue walking down the hall to Mrs. Miller’s classroom. I’m ten minutes late, but considering Damien hasn’t gone on a search mission to find me, that’s a good sign.

Or maybe not, seeing as the classroom’s empty when I arrive.

With a sigh, I walk over to one of the lab tables in the front. Mrs. Miller is the new science teacher at Black Hallows. She’s also hot as hell. Every guy in my senior class—even the dumb ones—managed to get a B+ or higher in biology this year. I think it’s safe to say Black Hallows High will keep her on board.

It’s a shame I can’t re-take her class after I graduate. It might be worth another year of this crap to see her killer legs in those short skirts she wears. Her husband—the assistant football coach—is one lucky son of a bitch.

I place Damien’s phone on the desk—because I have better things to do with my life than wait for him to show up—and turn to leave.

I’m halfway to the door when I hear someone moan. Well, not just anyone. A female.

I should mind my business, but my curiosity gets the best of me when I realize it’s coming from the lab closet behind the teacher’s desk.

Wandering over, I look through the small glass window of the closet door…and nearly pass out.

Because there’s Mrs. Miller…getting pounded in her tight little ass by none other than Damien King.

“Grab your ankles, Mrs. Miller,” Damien instructs, and fuck me because this shit is better than porn. Especially when it’s not your girlfriend he’s screwing.

Adjusting my backpack on my shoulder, I cup my hand over the glass so I can get a better look.