Cards of Love: The Devil (Devil's Playground #1)(22)

“I told you to call me Kristy,” Mrs. Miller rasps as she grabs her ankles.

I freeze, hoping I’m hearing things.

“If you let me smear my cum all over your asshole and lick my fingers clean, I’ll call you whatever you want.”

Fucking hell. I should leave.

“Deal.”

My legs don’t seem to get the signal…because both my brain and dick are too busy watching Damien spread Mrs. Miller’s ass cheeks while he continues ramming his dick inside her sphincter.

Jesus. I spent a year and a half with Katrina and she never let me see that part of her. The craziest thing we ever did was sixty-nine…and that was for special occasions. Yet here Damien is, hammering the ass of the hottest teacher I’ve ever seen in my life while she asks him to call her by her first name.

What the hell does he have that I don’t?

Whatever it is must be good, because a moment later, he shoots his load all over her plump behind and she does exactly what she promised.

My balls twitch as I watch her lick the cum off his fingers…and they downright ache when she gets on her knees and cleans his dick next.

I spin around, intending to leave thanks to my now raging hard-on. I’m almost to the door when I pass his phone on the desk I left it on. I’m in a Catch-22 because I don’t want Damien to know I was here while he was having sex with Mrs. Miller…but I also don’t want to deal with him anymore.

Sadly, my split-second of hesitation costs me because I hear the closet door open.

Like a kid caught with his hand inside the cookie jar, I go into panic mode and start running for the door. Unfortunately, I fail to take the chairs and tables in my way into consideration. Desperate, I make a sharp left, trying to find a clear path to the exit.

“Oh my God,” Mrs. Miller—Kristy—shrieks.

I feel like a wild animal about to be caged.

“I didn’t see anything,” I yell, which is hands down the stupidest thing to say in this situation.

“He…he…” Mrs. Miller stammers when Damien walks out behind her. “Cain’s here.”

Damien, as usual, remains unfazed. “Told you to cover the window on the door.”

“I can’t cover the window,” she whisper-shouts. “It’s against school policy.”

Damien shrugs. “So is screwing a student.”

She glares at him. “I have no clue what you’re talking about. You stayed after for extra credit. I was simply helping you find the materials you needed to get your project done.”

I’ll say.

She gives me a saccharine smile. “I assure you there’s nothing inappropriate going on.”

Damien rolls his eyes. “Cain’s not dumb. The worst thing to do when someone has leverage against you is act like they’re stupid or delusional. It only pisses them off.”

He’s not wrong. Although I wouldn’t mind rewinding the last ten minutes.

With the exception of seeing Mrs. Miller’s ass.

Blowing out a breath, she clutches her chest. “You’re right.” She looks at me. “Cain, please don’t—”

“Is that my phone?” Damien moseys over to the desk and picks it up. “About time.”

Mrs. Miller blinks. “Cain had your phone?”

Oh fuck. “No.”

“Yeah—” Damien’s creepy eyes flick to mine. “What’s your deal, Carter?”

Shit.

I can see the wheels turning in Mrs. Miller’s head, but before I can explain, she blurts out, “How long did he have it?”

Much like Mrs. Miller was in that closet, I’m screwed. Not only will Damien pound my face in for pretending to be him, but these things have a way of coming back to bite you in the ass when you least expect it.

Being cautious about my behavior is something my father has always instilled in me. The worst thing in the world would be finally becoming a senator, or my ultimate goal—President—down the road and having my lewd and vulgar texts to a teacher come to light.

People get off on making those with power suffer for their sins. No matter how many they’ve committed themselves. Hypocrisy at its finest.

It’s why I always play by the rules. It’s not just my present I have to think about…it’s my future. Always my future.

Damien’s mouth curves into a cruel smirk and I know he’s about to fuck me as hard as he fucked our biology teacher. “A little over a week.” His lips twitch as he turns to her. “Why?”

Her cheeks take on a tomato color and it’s enough for Damien to put two and two together. “I knew it.” To my surprise, he laughs. “Damn, Cain. Didn’t think you had it in you.” He presses a few buttons on his phone and clicks his teeth. “You even got rid of the evidence like a good little politician.”

I swallow, and it feels like nails going down. I need to get the hell out of this room. “Look, Mrs. Miller, your secret is safe with me—”

“No.” Damien’s finger zags between us. “This isn’t right.”

Needless to say, I’m confused. “I don’t follow.”

He cracks his knuckles and circles us slowly, like a vulture looming over its prey. “The way I see it, there’s only one way to fix this.” He points to himself. “I mean, I’m not the one who has anything to lose from what transpired today. Unlike Mrs. Miller, I’m just an innocent bystander.” He comes to a stop in front of her. “If I were in your position, I’d figure out a way to gain Cain’s trust.” He slides his hand up her arm and looks at me. “She’s a good teacher, Cain. She comes here early, stays late. Really goes the extra mile for us.” His hand travels to her ass. “She works her students hard, and she’s always available when you need a little help.” He licks his fingers and slips his hand under her skirt. “I’m sure she’d be more than happy to help you study.” I watch his arm move back and forth, my mind conjuring up all sorts of dirty images of what he’s doing to her under there. “Isn’t that right, Kristy.”