Cards of Love: The Devil (Devil's Playground #1)(31)

He groans, pushing his tongue in farther. God. He’s like a ravenous, filthy caveman with no limits or restrictions. Every part of my body is his for the taking and I love it.

With a snarl, he pinches my clit between two fingers and swirls the tip of his tongue inside my ass, causing little floaty things to form in front of my eyes.

There’s no way I’m going to last another minute with him doing this to me. My legs shake like trees in a hurricane. I can’t hold on. This is too much. It feels too good.

“Cain.” It’s the first and only word to leave my lips before a tremble starts from my toes and transcends, picking up speed along the way, like a boulder rolling downhill.

I’ve had orgasms before, but this one rocks my entire body from the inside out. It’s so extreme it’s almost frightening. It pulls me in fifty different directions, chipping away at my foundation until I finally shatter.

It’s so strong, it knocks the wind out of me. I don’t have the strength to stand on my own, it literally wipes me off my feet.

I go slack against the restraints, but Cain wraps his arm around my waist and holds me steady, like he has for the last four years.

“I love you.” I draw in a shaky breath. “I know that scares you and I know you don’t feel things the same way I do—but I need you to know my feelings for you are real. It’s not a crush, it’s not misplaced affection, and it’s not wrong.”

He stands, but I continue. I need him to know how serious I am.

“Talking to you on the temptation app is the best part of my day,” I whisper as he unties my wrists. “I’ve never been able to tell anyone the things I tell you and I never will.” I grab the bar when my hands are free, remembering what he said about not moving until I had his permission. “I know you’re worried about the election and you don’t think I have what it takes to do this, but I do. I’ll do anything in the world for you, Cain. I love—”

The sound of the door opening and closing cuts me off and I feel like a fool.

My heart twists when my phone vibrates a moment later. I pick it up with shaky fingers, petrified of what it will say.

Devil: Meet me on the dancefloor in five minutes.





And just like that, the organ in my chest takes flight. Cain was right…everything I wanted was here all along. All I had to do was reach out and take it.





Chapter 18





Cain





Past…


“There’s a fortune teller over there,” Julia squeals as we enter the school gymnasium for the spring fling. “Can we?”

It’s all I can do not to roll my eyes. “Sure.”

She reaches for my hand. “We’re gonna have so much fun tonight.”

Considering it’s our third date in two weeks and the only thing that’s been in her mouth are those half chewed pens of hers…I doubt it.

Plastering a smile on my face, I take her hand and walk over.

My smile falls when the fortune teller takes off her masquerade mask.

“Hi, Mrs. Miller.”

She doesn’t miss a beat. “Hi, guys. Are you kids having fun?”

“We just got here,” Julia answers, gesturing to the masquerade mask they handed her at the door. “I was hoping you could give me a reading.”

“Sure. Both of you, or—”

“Just her,” I say tersely. “I don’t believe in this crap. There’s no way a simple card can predict the future.”

Julia frowns. “Yeah, you’re right. This is stupid—”

“My grandmother used to say tarot cards don’t predict your future, they simply hold up a mirror to your subconscious.”

Julia’s mouth drops open. “Your grandmother was a fortune teller too?”

I look up at the ceiling. “Mrs. Miller isn’t a fortune teller, Julia. She’s just a teacher chaperoning a dance.”

She also happens to give one hell of a blow job.

Mrs. Miller points to her cards. “Actually, these were my grandmother’s cards. She used to do this for a living.”

“What a noble profession.”

Mrs. Miller turns to Julia. “Don’t let this negative nelly talk you out of it, it can be very enlightening.”

Julia bites her lip, her stare ping-ponging between us. “I don’t know.”

“Do it.” I shrug. “I think it’s bullshit, but it’s obvious you want to. Therefore, you should.”

Her eyes gleam. “Okay. Do I have to do anything?”

Mrs. Miller hands her the deck of cards. “Shuffle these and concentrate on what you’d like the universe to tell you.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot my brother talking with his friends. Or rather, they’re all kissing his ass and congratulating him for the millionth time on getting a full ride to Harvard.

Jealousy snakes up my spine. I turned in my application two weeks before he did, and I still haven’t heard back.

I wasn’t worried until a few days ago when my friends on the debate team mentioned they all heard from their first and second choice schools.

Unlike them, I have no second choice. Harvard is it. It’s where my father and all his friends went.