Cards of Love: The Devil (Devil's Playground #1)(29)
Except this time.
Because I’m back…and I’m not leaving without getting what I want.
And what I want…is to teach him a lesson.
It’s time Cain Carter learns what’s it like to sacrifice.
What it’s like to lose.
Grinding my molars, I crush the tiny sliver of glass in my mouth, wondering if Eden tastes as sweet as her blood does.
There’s only one way to find out.
Pulling out my phone, I open the app and send a message.
Devil: How about I do something to help you relax?
Chapter 17
Eden
Devil: How about I do something to help you relax?
I breathe a sigh of relief. I’ve been trying to get in contact with Cain since I’ve stepped inside the ballroom twenty minutes ago, but he hasn’t responded until now.
I was beginning to think he was having second thoughts about us.
AngelBaby123: All I need is you. I’m near the DJ booth.
Devil: How about you meet me somewhere more private?
AngelBaby123: Okay. Where?
Devil: Go to the staircase in the atrium and take it to the second floor. When you reach the second floor, make a right and walk down the hallway. Third door on the left is a closet. I’ll meet you in there.
AngelBaby123: You want me to meet you in a closet?
Devil: Yes.
Angelbaby123: Why?
Devil: I want to play with your pearls.
My pulse skitters. My entire body feels both lighter and heavier at the same time.
Devil: If you don’t want to…
AngelBaby123: No, I do.
Devil: Then go upstairs. I’ll give you further instructions after you get there.
My heart is beating out of my chest as I make my way up the large spiral staircase. The idea of meeting Cain in a closet during a party is equal parts exciting and nerve-wracking.
My legs are rubber by the time I find the door and turn the knob.
AngelBaby123: Here.
The closet is bigger than I thought it would be, but not big enough to be considered spacious. There’s just enough room for two people to fit comfortably inside. I search for a light switch, but there isn’t one.
A shudder runs through me at the same time my phone vibrates.
Devil: I want your ass facing the door.
My thighs clench as I turn around. I love this take-charge side of Cain.
AngelBaby123: Done.
Devil: Good. Now, listen to me carefully. What I say goes from this point on. Got it?
AngelBaby123: Okay.
Devil: I mean it, Eden. If you disobey me—I’ll leave, and this will be over.
AngelBaby123: I understand.
Devil: Good girl.
Devil: After you put your phone on the floor, I want you to place both hands on the clothing bar above your head. Don’t turn around and do not remove your hands from the bar unless you have my permission. I’ll be there in sixty seconds.
I drop my phone and push the two jackets on the rack to the side.
Then I count to sixty.
The closet door opens at fifty-nine.
The woodsy scent of his aftershave is both familiar and reassuring and the tightness in my chest eases.
“Hi,” I whisper into the darkness. The slight tremor in my voice echoes off the walls.
He doesn’t respond.
I’m about to ask if something’s wrong, but he presses himself against me.
My mouth goes dry when his cock nudges my ass. He’s so hard for me. Just knowing he wants this as much as I do makes the tiny hairs on my arms stand on end.
“Cain?”
A bite to my shoulder blade makes me jolt. But just as quickly his tongue is soothing the sting.
I startle when he pushes the top of my dress down.
I don’t know why I’m so jumpy. I’ve never been this nervous with Cain before. In fact, I’m usually the one who makes the first move.
Maybe that’s what my problem is.
Since I can’t remove my hands from where they are, I grind my ass against him. The movement causes delicious friction between my private parts and the pearls.
My grip on the bar tightens as the friction builds and he runs his calloused knuckles over my nipples, causing them to pucker. All my senses are heightened in here, making me even more sensitive than usual.
Chills erupt along my back when his big hand finds the slit in my dress and he walks his fingers up my thigh. Despite his unhurried actions, his touch feels a little rougher than last time, but not in a bad way.
Sweeping my hair to one side, he nuzzles my neck. His coarse stubble scrapes my skin as his hand climbs higher, drawing out my anticipation.
As much as I love what he’s doing, it’s becoming impossible not to touch him.
“Let me touch you.” I draw in a jittery breath. “I want to make you feel good, too.”
I’m prepared for him to refuse, but to my surprise, he takes one of my hands and brings it to his erection. Eagerly, I stroke him through his pants, loving the way his cock jerks under my palm.
Not able to wait another second, I tug his zipper down and slip my finger inside. He doesn’t have underwear on. There’s just warm, firm skin. Feeling bolder, I wrap my hand around his length and squeeze. He makes a low noise deep in his throat and the sound goes straight to my core. I go to pull him out fully, but he seizes my hand and places it on top of my other one.