Cards of Love: The Devil (Devil's Playground #1)(39)

I groan when his mouth descends down my torso. I swear to God if he’s intentionally taunting me when I’m at my weakest, I will shove a goddamn stake right through his heart, push my dick in his mouth, and watch him bleed out like the motherfucking devil he is.

He nips my abs, intentionally avoiding my cock. Rage races through me again and I grind my teeth.

My hands which are free now go to his head, but he’s quicker than I am because he maneuvers out of the way at the last moment.

He straddles me, and I notice Mrs. Miller’s panties are in his hand. I’m about to ask what he’s doing, but faster than I can blink, he secures my wrists with them.

I buck my hips, trying to get out from underneath him, but he shifts his weight on top of me, his lips hovering over my ear. “If you want it in my mouth, you better beg me like a good boy.”

“I’m not begging you for shit.” His hand wraps around me again and he swirls the pre-cum around my tip with his thumb. “Fuck.”

I flinch when I realize Mrs. Miller’s still tied to the bed. She can’t see what’s going on, but she’s probably starting to wonder what we’re doing. Damien’s out of his teacher fucking mind if he thinks I’m going to beg him for a blow job in general, let alone in front of a woman. Especially when I’m being restrained by a pair of panties.

Grunting, I drive into his hand. If he’s going to keep jerking me, I might as well get some fucking enjoyment out of it. Hell, maybe karma will take pity on me and I’ll end up spraying my load all over him.

Teach the faggot a lesson he’ll never forget.

He bites a line from my neck to my jaw, sending little zings of pleasure straight to my cock. My chest rises and falls, struggling to get enough air into my lungs as he works his hand up and down my shaft. I’m seething, the wrath I carry around daily surging into something dark and ugly. I dig my teeth into his bottom lip until I taste blood, but that only makes him grin. “Now we’re talking.”

I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off, but he sweeps his tongue inside, like the serpent he is. When I resist, the hand on my dick grips my balls, forcing me to open my mouth wider. Our teeth clash, and I shove my tongue down his throat, hoping he’ll choke on it.

However, it only entices him, and he starts sucking mine, provoking me.

“Suck my cock just like that,” I growl into his mouth. “You fucking pussy.”

I should have learned my lesson about daring Damien from earlier because his finger brushes the hot spot between my balls and ass and I shudder.

“Let me hear you beg.”

Swear on everything, I hate Damien King with the fire of ten thousand suns.

Swallowing my pride, I murmur, “Please, suck the cum out of my dick.” I drag my teeth along the shell of his ear. “If you don’t…I’ll walk over to your precious Mrs. Miller and stuff it down her throat until she suffocates.”

Panic lashes through me the second the words leave my mouth—I’ve never let anyone see the volcano of evil I keep deep down inside—but it quickly turns to pain when he elbows me in the stomach…and then satisfaction when his hand grips my throat and he lowers his mouth to my cock.

My heart beats out of my chest as he sucks me hard and fast, the pain giving way to pleasure.

My balls lift and my hips spasm as he draws every ounce of cum from my cock and swallows it.

I watch him with cautious eyes as he rises above me, his hand pumping his own dick wildly.

My stomach drops when a slow, malicious grin spreads across his face, and I feel something wet hit my thighs.

Horrified, I look down as another rope of cum lands on my now flaccid dick. His wicked grin grows as he rubs it into my pubic hair, leaving his mark.





*



“Bye, boys. Be good,” Mrs. Miller says before she blows us a kiss and closes the door behind her.

An awkward silence fills the room in her absence. Grabbing my clothes, I start getting dressed.

“Wonder if she realizes her panties are missing,” Damien drawls, lighting a cigarette.

I laugh, grateful for the diversion. “Hopefully her husband doesn’t realize.”

He lights another cigarette and hands it to me. “I’ll shoot her a text in a few.”

I can feel his eyes on me as I take a long drag. “Look, I didn’t mean what I said before, okay?”

There. I acknowledged the first elephant in the room. Maybe we can put this past us.

He doesn’t say a word.

Mortified, I reach for my keys and wallet. “Fuck you, Damien.”

I’m halfway to the door when he finally speaks. “Why? Because you liked it?”

My hands clench into fists at my sides. “If that shit ever happens again this fucked up friendship of ours is over.”





*



It’s been three days since the incident. Damien goes about his business, acting like it never happened.

But me? It’s all I can think about.

Why did I let him do it? Why didn’t I stop him?

Does Mrs. Miller know what happened? Sure, she was tied up and blindfolded, but she’s not deaf.

If something like this ever got out, it would ruin me for good. My father and brother would disown me…my dreams would be tarnished, and my life as I knew it would be over.