Cards of Love: The Devil (Devil's Playground #1)(24)

Jealousy courses through my veins. I don’t want her looking at Damien while my cock is in front of her face.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I wind her hair in my fist and slap her cheek with my dick. “Don’t look at him.”

It’s such a vile, cruel thing to do. But it gets my point across…and fuck if it doesn’t spark a hellfire of lust inside of me.

Competing with Damien is an intoxicating, dangerous mixture.

I stroke my pulsing dick. “You gonna be a good girl? Or do I have to slap that pretty face of yours with this again?”

Her eyes light up like Christmas trees. “I’ll be anything you want me to be.”

“Well, shit,” Damien utters. “This just got interesting.”

I jerk it faster, tuning him out. “Take out your tits.”

The second she does, I shoot my load in thick, stringy ropes all over her mouth, face, and glorious tits. It makes me drunk with primal satisfaction. Like I’ve marked my territory in front of my rival.

Only, Damien’s not the enemy.

He’s more like a puppet master…pulling everyone’s strings to get them to perform for his own enjoyment.

There’s something oddly fascinating about it. It’s as if you get to step outside yourself temporarily and walk into his world.

Mrs. Miller stands, and Damien tosses her a roll of paper towels. “You might want to clean up before you go home to your husband.”

It’s like he dumped a vat of ice water over my head. Not only did I slap my teacher’s face with my prick and come all over her. I inadvertently helped her cheat on her husband.

I go to leave, but he drapes one arm around my shoulder and the other around Mrs. Miller’s. “The three of us are going to have so much fun.”

Mrs. Miller giggles, but I remove his arm and step away. “This was a one-time thing for me.”

“Bullshit.” He grins. “You enjoyed it too much to stop now.”

He’s right. It’s addicting.

But trying a drug once doesn’t make you an addict.

“I have to go. I’m late for a student council meeting.”

I’m halfway down the empty hallway when I hear footsteps approaching behind me. I don’t even have to turn around to know who it is.

“I’m disappointed in you, Mr. President.”

“Fuck off, Damien.”

“I’m good, thanks. Already cleaned my pipes in the science room storage closet.”

“Yeah, and I bet you can’t wait to tell everyone about it and ruin her life when she least expects it. Can you?”

Quicker than I can blink, he slams me against a locker. “Is that what your problem is? You think I’m some kind of snitch?”

“No.” I bare my teeth. “I think you’re a manipulative asshole who uses people for sport.”

I’m not sure where this venom is coming from, all I know is it feels good to not hold back. I’m tired of keeping all my feelings—good and bad—hidden under my good boy exterior.

Those creepy blue eyes darken. “It’s not using people if they like it.”

He has a point. Kind of. “Enjoying something doesn’t make it right.”

“Aren’t you sick of playing by the rules all the time?”

I’m so sick I could keel over. But I know what I want…and I know what path I need to take to get there.

Hanging around Damien and screwing hot married teachers, isn’t it.

I need to keep my hands clean and my focus razor sharp.

“Do you know what you want to be when you grow up?”

Amusement lines his face. “Wow, you get one blow job from a teacher and you go all after-school special on me.”

“I’m being serious. Do you know what you want to do with your life?”

“I’m not sure. Investing, maybe?” He shrugs. “Haven’t really thought about it much.”

That doesn’t surprise me. We’re two totally different people. Like oil and water, we don’t mix.

“I’ve known what I wanted to be since I was five.”

A scoffing noise escapes him. “I know, man. Everyone around here knows you want to follow in your daddy’s footsteps and run for office.”

“I’d want to run even if he wasn’t my dad.” I start walking and he follows. “It might sound stupid to some, but it feels right to me. It’s my calling.”

I expect him to laugh, but he doesn’t. “Then you should follow it.” We wander out to the parking lot and he lights a cigarette. “I don’t see how having some fun and screwing a few girls is a crime.”

“You know just as much as I do that people are inherently selfish. They’ll throw anyone under the bus for payback, personal gain, or because something better comes along. I can’t trust what I do now won’t come back to bite me later on.”

He takes a long drag off his cigarette. “For what it’s worth, I’d never let any chick we mess with do that to you.” He pulls out his phone and hands it to me. “Bros over hoes. Let’s just call this one yours.”

I blink, not understanding. “But it’s your phone.”

“It hasn’t been mine for over a week.” When I raise a brow, he pulls out another phone. “This one’s mine.”