Cards of Love: The Devil (Devil's Playground #1)(41)

“Good boy.”

My breathing accelerates as he lowers his head, sucking and biting his way down my torso.

“I hate you.”

He pauses, his mouth perched right above my cock. “No, you don’t.” He gives it a kiss and I shudder. “You hate yourself for how much you enjoy it.”

He’s wrong. A mouth is a mouth. I don’t give a shit about who’s on the other side of it. The only thing I’m interested in is getting off.

“I think you got that backward.”

“Is that so?” I moan when he laps the fluid leaking from my cockhead. “Because it seems like your dick sides with me.”

“Yeah, he enjoys blow jobs.” I push my hips into his face. “But we both know you’re enjoying it way more than he ever will…because you’re obsessed with me.”

I damn near whimper when he draws the tip into his mouth. “And you love it.”

“Suck me already.”

“You don’t make the rules. I’m not doing shit until you admit how much you enjoy my attention.”

“Your attention to my dick.”

The tip of his tongue swirls around the small hole and I grunt. “Fuck.” I look down. “Make me come.”

“Not until you tell me the truth.”

My nostrils flare. The price I’m forced to pay is hefty, but I need his reward. “Fine. I don’t mind you sucking me off. You give great head. You’re welcome to do it whenever you want.”

He licks and slurps me as though my cock were a popsicle on a hot day and he’s trying to prevent the juice from dripping all over him.

“Jesus.” My calves clench. “Feels so fucking good.”

“It will feel even better once you admit it.” Wrapping his hand around my base, he runs his tongue along the underside of my shaft. “So be a good boy and tell me how much you like it.”

“I like how good you suck me.”

“Yeah, I know you do,” he muses. “You’re practically coming down my throat already.” My balls throb when he dips his head and tugs each one into his mouth, releasing them with a wet pop. “You’re so close.”

I growl when he circles my asshole with his thumb, causing a million nerve endings to fire off at once.

“Good boys get rewarded, Cain.”

My stomach drops. I know what he wants to hear. It’s what started this whole fucked-up friendship in the first place. The thing I’ve tried not to think about…but can’t ignore.

“I like your obsession with me, Damien.”

I convulse when he takes my entire dick in his mouth, sucking me in deep, long pulls that make me moan and spasm until I’m shooting down his throat.

Crawling up my body, he motions for me to open my mouth. When I refuse, he plugs my nose, forcing my lips to part. I nearly gag when warm salty liquid floods my mouth and I have no choice but to swallow my own cum. Shame snakes up my spine when he shoves his tongue inside a second later, fucking my mouth as he jerks himself to the finish line.

“I know you do,” he rasps before he groans, and a gush of wetness hits my sac.

I’m about to ask what he means but then he says, “Because it’s awfully appealing being the object of someone’s fascination.” He rubs the liquid into my skin then shoves his finger in my mouth, making me taste him too. “Whether I’m touching you or not, we both know you’re enjoying the view from your pedestal.” His eyes bore into mine. “Otherwise you would have jumped already.”

The next time he tries to kiss me, I let him.

Not because I’m attracted to him, and not because I pity him.

But because he’s right.

It’s nice being on someone’s pedestal for once.





Chapter 23





Damien





I watch as a single tear streams down her cheek. Not even her mask can hide the pain of watching the man she loves deceive her.

My muscles tighten. I can practically see the wheels in her head turning, wondering if perhaps the man walking past her isn’t Cain.

After all, he too is wearing a mask.

But while Eden’s mask hides her sorrow. Cain’s mask hides his lies.

Hand clutching her chest, she turns, looking in the direction he left. Hoping there’s been a grave mistake.

My fallen angel doesn’t yet realize that while her mind tries to justify her lover’s betrayal…her heart already knows the truth.

It’s why that lonesome tear is making its way down her chin.

The heart is the greatest fortune teller of all time. It’s always one step ahead of the curve.

Unfortunately for me—Eden’s pain is something I empathize with.

Because I’ve experienced it myself.





Chapter 24





Damien





Past…


The sound of a twig snapping outside has me opening my eyes. Turning my head toward the sound, I watch as Cain crawls through my bedroom window. Not that I’d know it was him by the looks of it. Unlike his usual polo shirts and khakis, he’s sporting an oversized hoodie and sweatpants.

Other than the neon lights from my tank, it’s dark in my bedroom. But from what I can see of Cain’s silhouette, his hood is pulled up, and his face is pointed down toward the floor.