Cards of Love: The Devil (Devil's Playground #1)(35)

The crushing feeling in my chest dissipates a little. When Governor Bexley speaks, people listen.

Katrina’s husband takes hold of her elbow. “Come on, Katrina. I think we’re done here. Let’s go home.”

Evidently, Katrina doesn’t agree because she gets close to my face. “Your sweet mayor act won’t work on me.”

Straightening my spine, I look her right in the eyes. “Katrina you’re emotional and—”

“Still carrying a torch for you,” Margaret cuts in with a flick of her wrist. “Everyone in town knows you cheated on Cain and followed him around like a desperate puppy for years when he wouldn’t take you back.” She grabs my hand. “Sorry, Katrina, but he’s taken. Now I suggest you take your husband’s advice and go home before you embarrass yourself even more.”

Maybe marrying Margaret isn’t such a bad idea after all. She can certainly hold her own.

“Let’s go,” her husband barks.

Katrina shakes her head. “So help me God if you had anything to do with my stepdaughter’s disappearance, I will end you.”

Keeping my expression impassive, I look at the security guard standing in the corner of the room.

Margaret’s grip on my hand tightens. “You don’t have to stand here and take this. Let’s go dance.”

“Just you wait,” Katrina shouts as the security guard escorts her out. “After he’s done using you, he’ll dump your ass.”





Chapter 20





Cain





Past…


Mrs. Miller twists against her restraints. “I’m not sure.” Her chest heaves, lifting those heavy tits high. “I can’t see either of you with this blindfold on.”

Damien circles her nipple with the tip of his finger. “You can’t?” He looks at me and I give it a little flick with my tongue. “Such a shame.”

Damien tsks. “I thought you were a fortune teller, Mrs. Miller?” He slaps her tit and it jiggles against my mouth. “What do you say we try this one more time?” Pushing his hips forward, he sinks inside her. “Whose cock is this?”

You’d think it would be weird sharing with another guy, but it’s not. If anything, it adds to the thrill of the illicit act. I’m starting to see why Damien prefers screwing women he shouldn’t.

“Come on, Kristy. Is it me or Cain?”

“I don’t know.”

He slams into her and she moans. “Oh, fuck.”

I pinch her nipple. “It’s like you’re not even trying, Mrs. Miller.”

She starts to answer, but Damien withdraws himself and we switch places. We’ve been playing this little game with her for the last hour. Every time she attempts to answer, we change positions.

And then we tease her all over again.

Slowly, I proceed to feed her my cock. “Good girls get rewarded.”

Lowering his head, Damien blows on her pussy. “You want to be rewarded, don’t you?”

The cool air sends a tingle through my balls and I shift uncomfortably. I know he’s only toying with her, but his mouth is dangerously close to my junk. And while Damien and I might have similar sexual interests, and I don’t mind sharing her with him—I’m not into dudes. I’m pretty sure he’s not either, considering he fucks everything in a skirt.

“Yes,” Mrs. Miller rasps. “I want you both to make me come.”

He purses his lips. “Then tell us who’s inside you.”

Chills race over my skin when he does it again. It’s hard not to have a physical reaction when your cock is buried to the hilt inside a cunt and someone else’s mouth is hovering over it…blasting air.

Eyes on me, his mouth inches closer to her pussy. “Answer the question, Mrs. Miller.”

Nerves zip up my spine. My breathing turns choppy. One wrong move and he’ll be touching us both.

He nips her pubic bone and she hisses. “I don’t know. You both have big dicks.”

That has us grinning.

Parting her lips with two of his fingers, he strikes her clit with the tip of his tongue. “We appreciate the compliment, but we’re still not letting you come until you tell us whose big dick is inside you.”

But she won’t, because that’s part of the game.

When she doesn’t answer, he repeats the movement, only this time he sucks the entire bud into his mouth, causing his lips to ghost over my shaft.

I freeze. However, my dick twitches, clearly not opposed to the action.

“Please.” Her hips buck and I groan. “I want to come so bad.”

He releases her clit with a wet plop. “That’s up to Cain.”

I swallow hard.

Smirking, Damien plants a kiss above her pussy. “Look at this hot little cunt, just begging to be eaten properly.” His kisses descend. “Don’t you think she deserves that, Cain?”

“Pretty please,” Mrs. Miller begs as Damien’s tongue circles her clit.

I pull back slightly, giving Damien more room to work.

“Oh, fuck.”

Whatever he’s doing to her must feel great because she mewls and clamps my tip like a vise.

Damien’s mouth edges closer, the corners of his lips tickling my skin. A low grunt rips from my throat and we stare at one another, both of us panting. His gaze drops to my glistening dick, half of which is still buried inside our teacher.